Sukuna On His Throne Novels & Stories

High above the roaring crowd, seated upon a throne carved from volcanic obsidian and etched with golden dragon runes, sat King Drakonios. His expression was carved in stone—stoic, unreadable, remote. Around him, nobles and warlords cheered, enchanted flags waved in the air, and magic shimmered across the sky like fractured light. But the king was quiet.

Without wasting much time, they tossed the bodies of Farkas and Sena into the hole, covered them with dirt, and disappeared into the night, leaving nothing but silence behind. --- Back at the palace, the air was heavy with the scent of incense . A man sat on the throne, his dark eyes gleaming as he gripped the moon's scepter in his hand. He was tall, imposing, with an aura of authority that could silence a room with a glance. His gaze was fixed on the floor as the wolves entered the grand hall and knelt before him. "Your brother and his wife are dead," the leader of the wolves announced, his voice steady but careful.

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.

Jotham, Silveran capital. 2030 Sitting on the roof of the palace was the second prince of Silvera, Yuka. The sun was just starting to sink below the horizon with a mixture of violet, pink and orange beautifying the evening sky. The cool breeze ruffled the prince's unbound hair. His violet eyes were almost hidden by the silky curtain of black and red strands of his shoulder-length hair. He gazed at the evening sky, a certain air of serenity resting on him. All of a sudden, the quietness of the environment was disrupted by the heavy thud of boots coming in contact with the rooftop. Yuka didn't need to turn around to know who the intruder was. He could already feel the intruder's magic. It was

He was acting really weird. We soon stopped at what I assume is the throne room. Scratch that. It is the throne room. Because at the very top of the staircase was a throne made out of corals. A man with sickly green hair and bulging stomach sat on it. He was eating some sort of fish while looking at us. Bits and pieces of the meat stuck on his beard. He was wearing nothing at the top, but his white trousers looked like it was ready to give up. Beside him was a man seemingly as old as Ren and Dan with light long blue hair and cerulean eyes. This man was also shirtless and wearing the same white ripped trousers, but unlike that bulky man on the throne, he looked better in them.

He wore all white and furious face, a humanoid tiger. Yet another God stood beside him! Two fangs that are meant to bite and tongue that can sting! A Humanoid Snake! This God wore a green armament with two jade-like daggers on his sides. And he is sitting at the end of the throne! 9th throne! "Butt! You showed up! You really showed up! Haha! I can kill you now! But...." He stood at the surface of the screen while looking at Butt. Then a sudden changed happened.

I call for one of them and order, "The Luna is asleep and can't be down for breakfast. Get her breakfast upstairs, one of you should stay on stand by incase she needs anything. Understood?" "Yes Alpha", they all nod curtly and I leave the house and enter the car, the driver drives off. ****** I stand at the middle of Tareem who sits on the right side of the throne, one of Sasha's cousin that I saw during our last visit to the El Mushacr household sits left side of the throne. I am guessing the ruling King or Queen sits on the gold throne and it is a taboo sitting there.

***** Unknown Place: A whistle filled the silent air around as three men were seen kneeling on the ground and shaking in fear, their eyes never leaving the one blowing the whistle. They were inside in what looked like a throne room, and the one blowing the whistle sat on a throne chair. Many Samurai's Ninja Warriors were seen behind the throne and all round the corner of the throne room. Two swords that looked exactly like the one Paul had kept in the box were seen rolling in circles in the mid-air at each side of the throne chair. Every part of the swords was red in color, red like blood. The whistle stopped. "Do you know what happens to those who defy my orders?" A lady's voice was heard a

A person enveloped in darkness sat on the throne, a menacing presence that seemed to permeate from every corner of the chamber. Luna and Phillip took a step forward, swords were drawn. "It's over," Phillip declared emphatically and unequivocally. "We're here to put an end to all of this." The person on the throne laughed softly and menacingly. "You are too late," it stated coldly and cruelly. "The darkness has already won." Luna was terrified, but she refused to give up. She'd traveled too far to let the darkness prevail this time. "We'll see about that," she responded as she raised her sword.

"Oh! What do we have here? I missed you, my dear niece! I felt a fluctuation of both the power of the sun and the moon, so I figured out that it was you. Haha! You are sending yourself to me of your own volition. Do you think you are still a goddess to do such a fooling thing? Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!" A menacing voice sneered in the distance. A man with long jet-black hair and gray eyes was sitting on a throne made from skulls and bones in front of me. He sneered like a satisfied predator playing with his prey.