Novel & Cerita Sukuna On His Throne

"Step forward, insignificant creature. State clearly what you are here to do." "I'm here to make you my bitch, it seems." Spitfire was looking around the throne room with a casual air. He made a vague gesture towards the empty wall near the Throne itself. "This place was a lot more fun last time I was here." "Oh, there's plenty of time to play with implements of torture, brat." The Throne began to form into a tom about the size of Guru but with sleek black fur made of void and stars, his amber eyes holding the very concepts of desire and doubt. He sat perched to the side of the Throne of the Underworld.

He fully explained to the Queen. "Alright you can take your leave" Queen Tekiya said as she composed herself, A kukulkan is a blessing to the kingdomand all the dragon clan, for kunshiya kun to have that kind of offspring must be his past good deeds but also it a threat to kunshiya kun and herself also...

Emily's POV "I was obstructed by some of the spirits over at the other side of London, I had to wait till it was time for them to retire before I could flee." This was the first time I spoke. I constructed my answer so well that he believed me. We walked through the dark hallway, into a grand room with massive space and many servants walking up and down, busy with one work or the other. The distance to where the dark Luna sat on her throne was not so far, I could sense her haunted scent. We entered the throne room, it was the darkest in the entire palace. By this, you would know the real nature of the one that had control of this place. On her head was a dark bronze crown, the only thing tha

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.

Streams of light flowed through the columns, and the translucent ceiling reflected the constellations of both worlds. On every wall, crests and flags bore the symbol of balance: the wolf and the circle of the moon intertwined with the emblem of the sorcerers. The court was full. Nobles, generals, sorcerers, and representatives of all species gathered around the triple throne in the center of the hall. On the main seat, Kan, the Solitary King, observed everything in silence. His countenance remained serene, but his eyes, golden and intense, held an ancient melancholy.

Yes, they have a tail! Unlike the man who is sitting on the throne, he looks like a normal person and dresses normally. What I mean is, the man on the throne, though he is wearing a black tux, his skin is fair. He is also elegant and a handsome creature. Actually, he looks like an actor who is from Freed. Who is that again? Ah, Ian Veneracion. The place too is bloody red. There is no clear view aside from the throne and the red surroundings. "Are you done checking on us, Luigi?" He was still smiling. Don't his lips get tired of smiling?

“M-Master Feng, in truth, the one who stole the head was—” “You.” Feng Yin cut him off with a faint exhale. “It was only right that you did so. Now, we must see this through.” *** A broad-shouldered man exuded an imposing aura from his throne. His jaw tightened as his piercing eyes locked upon the entrance. The silence of those present was heavy, their faces pale with dread. “They have arrived, Your Majesty,” reported a eunuch, trembling. The man upon the throne, his head crowned with gold, made no reply. He only tapped his nails against the armrest in a steady rhythm.

Following the guard, I tried to quell the rising anxiety that prickled at the edges of my thoughts. As we approached the throne room, its vastness enveloped me, each step causing my heart to thud louder in my chest. The air felt thick with authority as I stepped inside. Serenity sat gracefully atop the throne, her presence regal, a striking contrast to the serious discussions occurring at the long table where six others were seated, their intense gazes fixed on me. As the guards cleared a path, Serenity’s eyes met mine, gleaming with pride mixed with joy. She announced, “Meet Isabella Whitewolf, the next Luna of the northern packs…”

"This is the bottom line. The throne will be mine, and the packs will bow to true order—no more to a cursed tyrant puppeteered by devils and delusions." But as the words left his lips, a subtle shift rippled across the heavens. The moon's edge softened, the red hue bleeding away like ink dissolving in water, revealing the pale silver orb beneath. Throne froze, his breath catching in his throat. He pressed closer to the stone, eyes widening in disbelief as the transformation accelerated, the sky clearing to a starlit serenity.

At the center of this living nightmare sat a brooding figure. His throne was carved from obsidian and bones,bleached white, the remnants of those who had dared fail him. He sat with one leg draped lazily over the other, his clawed hand resting against the armrest. Shadows clung to him, stretching unnaturally, as though even darkness sought his command. At his feet, a messenger grovelled. His forehead pressed into the cold stone floor, his entire body trembling violently. “Alpha,” the man stammered, his voice thin, breaking, “I tried—I swear, I tried—”