Sukuna's Throne Novels & Stories

But what captivated her first was the center of the room. A throne. Enormous, carved from pale stone laced with a luminous glow, it seemed as if it had been sculpted from moonlight itself. Rowan gasped sharply. Kai breathed, “The Moonblood Throne…” Luna halted. She had previously glimpsed it—only in her visions, the ones that left her breathless and trembling. Yet witnessing it now, tangible, solid, awaiting her… her heart fluttered. “It’s summoning you,” Rowan whispered.

Plural. The stories I heard was that Jonathan Devon, Hellhound Senior, had been given a throne by a qilin, for a favour, that everyone has a different story for. Apparently, Johnny Hellhound has a thing for not being consistent with his stories. Anyways, no one knows who carved the throne either. Well, who or what. But it’s a massive Asian-like chair, with gold-embroidered cushions and a massive five feet high backrest with intricate carving made mostly of black jade. The thing is wide enough to sit two or three people.

Malachi stepped beside me his black mantle snapping in the wind as his fingers locked back into mine. "They built seven cages " I whispered, my starless eye reflecting the void, between dimensions. "Then we'll use their bars to build the throne " Malachi replied. The celestial enforcers had tried to align the North to their blueprint. They had forgotten that a realm that has survived the vacuum of the Seventh Seal cannot be broken by geometry.

“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.

“Look at you, bragging about doing something insane. Bad boy.” He chuckled, devilishly. He took my hand and helped me up the seven steps that lead to the throne itself. There was another throne by the side of the alpha’s throne. It was definitely new because I had never seen anything like it. Anything as beautiful as it. “I figured since the head aches are gone I can now do something about they way power is placed in this pack so I made a place for the Luna. Now we both can sit here, and hear the matter a that come up in the pack.”

The throne was a problem. Not a literal throne—Luna had refused the ornate monstrosity the elders tried to install in the main den, all carved wolf heads and aggressive symbolism. The *concept* of the throne was the problem. Three days after the Gathering Stones, Luna stood in what had become her "war room"—a repurposed storage den now crammed with maps, reports, and far too many wolves with opinions—and wondered if she had made a catastrophic mistake.

It was enough to made the crowd, stunned with his looks, despite the red color blood were all over him. “This guys..that I left alive..is the culprit and the sinners of Hallerus Kingdom…do what you want with them…and this bastard…Since he like sitting here so much…I let him do that….But since my promise..to you is this throne…then………Here it is…your Throne…”.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

“For hundreds of years she ruled, her children sitting on the throne of every kingdom far and wide. Yet, Selene’s children were gaining more power in the realm as the strength of each pack grew.” The Luna took a drink of water. “Thirsty?” She asks. “Don’t you dare drink from someone while they tell a tale of witches!” Theia spits. “No, thank you.” I say blandly. “Suit yourself.” She says as she drinks another glass.

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