Sukuna On His Throne Novels & Stories

He knew that the woman before him wasn't ordinary because he couldn't understand why her presence intimidated him. Suna walked closer, held his chin and gazed at him seductively, "Listen" she whispered, "Don't you try to do anything stupid" her tone hardebed, "I know how much you live your life, women and money more than your subjects so your death won't be a pain to them" she tightened her grip and the king groaned in pain, Suna moved her face closer to his, their lips almost meeting, "Go and never set your foot here again" she decleared and released her grip in him.

You sat on our lord's throne and since last night you have refused to leave. Luku was still angry, he asked," who is thy lord, and on whose throne am I sitting?" one of the demons answered, " You sat on Luku our king's throne,and in his palace you stood and killed his beloved." Luku looked around for a while, he was sure surprised, and began to get weak, he realized they actually did not recognize him anymore, but how come? How could I have changed so much in a little time?.

The car drove slowly toward the bustling, sinful heart of New Haven. It was an empire that belonged entirely to me. I raised my right hand, wearing the ring of power. Looking at my cold reflection in the window, I curved my lips. A man’s love is worthless. Only absolute power never betrays.

And then, we made our way to the grand hall where Rurac addressed the kingdom. As we entered the grand hall, the energy shifted. Rurac was meant to walk a few steps before me but this time he refused to and held my hand as we walked up to the throne. The room was abuzz with excitement, the scent of anticipation hanging in the air. Pack members, including several alphas and Luna, had gathered, their expectant gazes fixed on Rurac and me. Rurac ascended the throne, a symbol of authority and unity, and I stood proudly by his side.

The lady in red. "The men have killed Vander and all the members of the Royal family. We are ready to take your orders" she continued My heart nearly seized. I couldn't believe my ears. "Are you sure they're all dead. I want no witnesses. I want no mistakes" Thorne said with not an ounce of sympathy in his voice. "Don't you trust me my love. The work is done. It is our throne now. All hail Thorne Blackwood, Lycan King of MoonShire"

A huge and spacious hall was used to house almost all the populace of the central elven kingdom; hence the celebration was pretty grand. In the midst of the bustling hall filled with chattering and laughter, at the most isolated balcony near the end of the throne chair, Suna was staring blankly at the moon. Her light bluish ashen platinum hair, which was styled to freely hung on her back, is flowing softly upon being blown by the wind. The young girl looked concerned for something. “You aren’t going to eat something?” A figure hover behind her, while casually holding a conversation with her.

The council chamber reverberated with silence after selene’s words. Her plea for diplomacy still hung in the air like incense soft, cloying, and easily dismissed in the choking heat of hostility. Luna sat on her obsidian-carved throne at the head of the chamber, her silver eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. The faintest curl of a smirk touched her lips, not of amusement, but of a predator humoring a prey animal that thought it had claws.

Chapter 1️⃣ Three (3) Years Later: Khyrador Palace Throne Room: Two men were kneeling on the ground, shaking with fear as they stared at the man seated on the throne. But he wasn't sitting normally. Oh no. He was upside down, his feet touching where his head was supposed to be while his head, which was resting where his ass should have been, stared straight forward at the two men. His dark eyes narrowed dangerously and his white teeth were razor sharp and scary, but somehow they looked perfect in his impossibly handsome face.

“For hundreds of years she ruled, her children sitting on the throne of every kingdom far and wide. Yet, Selene’s children were gaining more power in the realm as the strength of each pack grew.” The Luna took a drink of water. “Thirsty?” She asks. “Don’t you dare drink from someone while they tell a tale of witches!” Theia spits. “No, thank you.” I say blandly. “Suit yourself.” She says as she drinks another glass.

Adolphus smiled again, though his eyes carried relief he had not wanted us to notice. “The throne accepts confession,” he said. “It does not release property.” Ashina staggered back, clutching her stomach as if the word "property" had struck the baby inside her. Rudina’s spirit dimmed further, and fear crossed her face before she looked down at the cracked earth beneath Ashina’s feet. “The throne is waking faster than the crown can refuse it,” Rudina whispered. Otsana stepped forward, the gold mark burning, though Maelor’s earlier command still made her knees tremble with remembered humiliation.