Sukuna On His Throne Novels & Stories

After a few hours of boring talks about extending the kingdom's territory and increasing the salary wage of workers in the kingdom, among other things, the meeting came to a close. "We have never had a female alpha before," Bob said as the meeting dispersed. "And for that reason, no female should sit on the throne." He looked at me. "She is royalty, Bob," Sil said. "She is the Luna." "That doesn't mean anything," Bob muttered. "If you have something to say to me, Robert, Say it," I growled, still sitting on the throne. He stared at me. The hatred in his eyes mirrored Ophelia's. We had a silent staring contest for a few seconds, then his eyes flickered and he looked away, baring his neck in s

Alpha brown added. "My palace is unsafe. I am a criminal in front of my own people. They are doubting my mental powers. How could I ignore such defame. The thought of deceiving and ambushing kills me. I really don't know, how to get that person. I have few hours left now in my final trial. Someone boldly challenged my powers and I am helpless. I am failed in my own reign from some intruder". he frustratedly kicked his throne.

He gets up from his throne chair, moves to lift me from my throne, and brings me to an iron table in front of his subjects. After being forced to lie down on the cold and surgical surface, he removes my clothes, before placing his hand on my solar plexus. His dark energy suppresses my ability to fight, as he looks me deeply in the eyes, and says “I desire my kingdom now. Build me my bridge or watch as your mates and child are beheaded before your dazzling eyes, my Queen.”

“And I suppose you already have a plan?” Sienna’s lips quirked into a faint smile. “I do.” She turned her gaze toward the throne, the shadows around it pulsing in response. “The First King was right. Someone must take the throne to bind the world anew. But it won’t be a sacrifice.” She lifted a hand, and the air crackled. “It will be a beginning.” A deep, resonant hum echoed through the Hollow Realm as the throne shifted. The jagged stone smoothed, reshaping into something more defined, more absolute. The fractures in the sky seemed to pulse in time with it, as if responding to her will.

“You won’t.” Luna hovered above the throne, her voice echoing across the Vale. “You built this from pain.” The Blood Father snarled. “I built it from truth.” Luna raised her hands. “Then let it burn.” Her mark flared, and the throne ignited. Flames surged upward, swallowing the obsidian, the bone, the crown.

I reached the High Balcony—the place where the Bone King had first demanded Luna as a tithe. The throne was there, carved from the skull of an ancient Elder-Wolf. And sitting upon it was the man I had spent forty-five chapters trying to save. Killian. He wasn't wearing armor. He was wearing a simple, white silk robe that contrasted sharply with the black ice of the throne. His eyes were closed, his breathing so slow it was nearly imperceptible. Behind him, Luna stood like a shadow, her hands resting on his shoulders. She looked at me as I climbed over the railing. Her eyes were solid silver, devoid of the warmth that usually defined her.

“Very well. Now for the person who has the other key. I am aware that you two knew her, right, Kyle and JK?” With a cunning smile that the two draw to their faces. The face of the particular soul lingers with the name. “HARUNA.” HE calls her name, along with the other three, and the four of them are now in front of HIM. HE sits comfortably on HIS throne while Reina stands beside HIM. In the place where HE brought HIS four directions unto HIS abyss for them to have the game that is a much necessary thing for the upcoming destruction. Yet. “Huh!”

"I'm familiar with your game. All I ask is this - let us fight the common enemy together. Let us fight Rosella and defeat her. And when we are done, we can handle our personal issues. Deal?" Susu took Maisey's outstretched hands for a shake. "I have always been true to you," Susu said. "I do not have any business with your throne." She turned around and walked away, leaving a surprised Maisey in the cavern. Of course, she did not have any business with the throne or politics of witches. The throne was for someone else, a greater entity, one the world thought dead when she slept, her grandmother. "You have done well," the voice whispered in her ears. "You would rule beside me when we have pur

He knelt on one knee before me on the day of his victorious return and announced me as the tribe's queen. The others all knelt and bowed in allegiance. I smiled and told Sean to rise. Then, I declared in public that I would never take another mate; I would only have Sean alone. He was instantly so touched that his golden eyes turned red with sentiment. "You don't have to do that, Lynn," he said. "Hush, Sean. Listen to me. You are enough in this life," I said. 'Well, duh. I'm not foolish enough to take on more mates and tire myself out,' I thought.

She mumbled. Leilani gasped. She wiped the mess off her face and walked back into the line. Nikita smiled triumphantly, loving the way she was making things harder for the one particular slave that was trying to become her rival. * King Tarzan sat on his throne in the throne room, his eyes on the floor with a devilish look all over his face. He had a goblet in one hand, the other free hand resting casually on the throne's handle. He sipped from his goblet and glanced up when he noticed the changed atmosphere. His hand tightened around his goblet when he saw the shadows materialising from the corners of the room.