Sukuna's Throne Novels & Stories

Beta Lucas whispery calls, pulling me back into reality right before the council members and their fierce boring eyes. "Oh shit" I mumble, staring wiredly towards the slightly embarassed mom seated on a sliver throne beside a way larger empty golden coloured throne. The golden throne the largest and most respected amongst the trio coloured throne's. The golden throne signifies power and authority,it's a throne meant for the worthies,worthy alpha's alone are previledged to attain that throne and sadly late dad was worthy enough. Secondly,the silver throne,situated right handed besides the golden throne meant for Luna's alone,mom has that all wrapt beneath her possession.

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...

"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

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.

The throne creaked with the force of it. "Say my title," I moaned, pushing back against him. "Supreme Luna," he grunted, the words punching out of him with each thrust.

But all they were able to have was… me. My real name is Rieka Hart. I am the true heir to the throne. I need to take my rightful place as Luna Queen over all of werewolf kind. My abilities as a gemstone wolf help maintain the balance needed in the supernatural world. My name is Rieka Hart. My biological parents are Alpha King Carter Hart and Luna Queen Camille Hart; they are in charge of the Royal Pack. I am their only child. Everything they have done is to keep me safe.

He reminded me more of a rebellious, spoiled teen boy disrespecting his father's throne while he was away. “What are we doing here?” “Waiting” Loke’s head slumped back, staring at the blinking lights far above us with a deep sigh. Then what was I supposed to do? Just walk around here in the dimmed light, looking at water streams, lights, and different rocks? Walking up to the massive chair, I halted in my tracks a couple of feet away, and my eyes widened in shock. The morbid decoration made the throne from the Game of Thrones look like a toddler’s furniture. Skull after skull built up the massive back of the chair: human skulls, animals, and ones with horns and unnatural outgrowths.

The battlefield was seconds from devolving into bloodshed. And then the ground itself split open. With a thunderous crack, the earth beneath Serena trembled and tore. Black stone erupted upward, jagged and gleaming, forming into something vast and terrible. The shape rose higher and higher until it cast its shadow over the entire clearing. A throne. Carved from obsidian, veined with veins of glowing violet light. Half temple, half prison. The Shadow Throne. Serena stumbled back, but the shadows around her seized her wrists, pulling her forward. She struggled, heart pounding, but her own wolf’s voice whispered in her skull.

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.

“What throne?” Her counterpart lifted a pale hand. Behind her, the rift widened—showing the forest again, then the lake, and then the throne made of woven silver fire and shadowlight. It pulsed once, as if recognizing Aria through dimensions. “Your throne,” the figure said simply. “The Convergence Seat. The heart of the new realm.” Aria shook her head, stepping back instinctively until her back hit Erevan’s chest. “I don’t want a realm. I don’t want a seat. I don’t want any of this.”