Sukuna's Throne Novels & Stories

I didn’t react to their words yet, I just watched them solely, my hands clasped together in front of me. They took my silence as permission to continue speaking and I let them. Christine folded her hands tighter. “A child would solidify the throne. Reassure the packs. We need to solidify our claim to the throne through our bloodline.” “Reduce the doubts,” someone else chimed in. “Especially given the Luna’s… origins,” an older man muttered, not bothering to lower his voice. They all agreed, exchanging glances and nodding. My jaw tightened and Magnus surged. Saying the word, he snarled. I’ll tear this room apart.

Whatever is happening to her now is karma. "That is karma," I said with a shrug. "You are right," my father admitted, nodding. "Which brings me to the next point," he continued, adjusting in his seat. I leaned back comfortably, elbow bent and finger under my chin, watching him. "Since Ron is in prison, his Luna has gone insane. He has no heir to the throne. I think his pack will be auctioned very soon. You should be ready to take it over." As soon as he said that, I smiled.

Her voice faltered briefly before continuing: “The Alpha King Lukas Volkov sits upon a throne built on bones and betrayal. Three decades of false peace maintained through fear and dominance. The old ways must end for the new to begin. This is why you exist, Amala Luna Velasco. Not to rule beside tyranny, but to cleanse it with fire and renewal.”

I had been mateless for years now and it didn't even bother me since I was hoping to see her someday, not until my uncle who was still busy warming the throne told me he wasn't going to leave the throne to me if I don't find my mate, surprising right? I'm Micha and I'm the rightful owner of the throne to the Twilight Sun pack after my father. But when I lost my parents, I was very little and couldn't take up the throne which was then passed down to my ruthless and cunning Uncle who was as much as I was on the throne right from then. Then I was grown now and I had to take back what belonged to me. After calling out a meeting to announce to them that I was ready to take the throne, my Uncle ca

These old fossils have no idea. Speaking of old fossils sat facing us all, Luna Sana waited, wedged into her smaller throne, just off to the right of Elle’s grand golden one. To the other side of Elle’s gigantic throne, the large black onyx dispenser and the golden goblets. Surrounding the clifftop were a series of tall, imposing flagpoles reaching up to ten metres into the dark sky. The banners tightly secured, not flying. Elle had probably intended satsuma and golden grandeur.

Then, the throne itself spoke—its voice booming directly inside my mind. “THE TRUE LUNA HAS RETURNED TO HER SEAT.” My eyes widened in terror. “No... no, let me go!” The stone beneath me began to shift and rebuild itself. Jagged black and silver vines sprouted from the armrests, wrapping tightly around my wrists and locking me in place. Above my head, a new crown began to materialize out of pure starlight. I looked frantically across the room. Buck was struggling to pull himself up from the floor, blood dripping from his temple.

It didn’t welcome us. Until I touched the final gate. Then it opened like a blooming flower of stone. Inside, the Sanctum was… breathtaking. An underground temple carved from crystal and moonstone. Columns shaped like wolves. Pools of starlight that shimmered with forgotten magic. At its center—a throne. Empty. But waiting. I stepped closer. Runes lit up across the floor, following my steps. The Luna Crown hovered above the throne—silver flame, not metal, spun in delicate loops. As I approached, it pulsed like it recognized me.

Beyond it, darkness stretched into a cavern so wide and deep that no end was visible. Two massive statues flanked the entrance—figures of wolves with skeletal faces, their eyes hollow yet menacing. Toran hissed softly. "This is a tomb." Selene shook her head. "No. A throne." Luna stepped forward, her voice echoing. "Morrakai! I’m here!" The darkness answered. Torches along the walls ignited in sequence, revealing a grand hall within—walls of black stone veined with crimson light, a floor of polished bone. At the hall's end sat a throne of jagged stone, and on it, draped in silk and shadow, sat Morrakai.

—MORAL TALES The Golden Throne of the Kabuku The Chief of the Kabuku tribe of Northern Kenya had traditionally been crowned on an ornate and priceless golden throne which had been handed down from father to son for many centuries, and was the most precious possession of this shrinking band of plains warriors. It was guarded day and night and kept in a special grass house larger than any of the others. A Kabuku warrior would happily surrender his life to protect it. It was so precious that only tribe members of as certain status were even allowed to look upon it, and only the Chief or his eldest son could ever sit upon it, and even then only on certain clearly defined occasions.

"It has been a while since we last saw each other, don't you think, Amethyst?" Adelaide hissed through her teeth as soon as they entered a very spacious room that was furnished with luxurious, eye-breaking furniture. In the middle was a huge throne made from wood that was fantastically painted white — matching the skin of Adelaide, the ruler of the Dynato Asími Fountain. The White Snake smiled delightedly while her eyes were gleaming beautifully with an unconstrained wave of ecstasy. She slowly and confidently sashayed up to her throne — where she carefully placed her buttocks, her eyes still fixed on Amethyst.