Sukuna Sitting On Throne Novels & Stories

“Annelise, as long as you kneel and bow to me three times right now, I’ll spare your worthless life and let you run off with this pretty boy.” I looked at the two of them putting on a show and sneered before slowly straightening my gloves. “Then let’s see who will kneel today.” After saying that, I walked straight toward the family gates and entered the meeting hall without giving them another look. In the highest conference room, the atmosphere was heavy. The don sat in the main seat, coughing violently, looking extremely ill. Several capos who had long been bribed by Angelina exchanged glances, their eyes filled with greed.

Chapter 57: The Rogue’s Throne CASSIAN’S POV I waited patiently like a predator eyeing a prey that is walking directly into a trap. Sitting on my heavy black throne which was carved from wolves bones and obsidian, I crossed my legs as I let my index finger drum a slow rhythm against the armrest.

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

Looked like I had something to look into; something I could use as a bargaining chip to get out of this hell hole! The endless walk came to a halt in front of a raised deck that could be reached by three stairs, with one throne chair sitting in the middle, with a beast of a man sitting on it. A smaller one, much more feminine than the angry- majestic throne sat on the left. The man clad in a black suit and a black robe stood up from the, then stretched his arms to the side and started to prance forward, his fur robe falling behind him and making him look like a god.

“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.”

In the Enu realm, seated languidly atop the throne was the supreme lord, looking at his kneeling subjects drily. He was beautiful; his white hair splayed over his throne, reaching the floor. His eyes were dark onyx, beautiful and dangerous. His face was perfectly sculpted, and it was no surprise as he had reached the level of a god. His power enveloped the whole room, making the kneeling subjects quiver in fear where they were. “Report.” He commanded, his voice coming out cool.

He knew ways to make it up to her. Moon stepped out of the bedroom and Solana quickly locked the door from inside. Moon gritted his teeth as he made his way towards the throne hall. Moon stepped into the hall and he growled angrily. He saw a man sitting on Queen Victoria's throne. While two women were standing in front of the throne stone. Within the blink of an eye, Moon was between those two women.

Or that it was a resting place for her kind. They finally entered another room, this one smaller than the others, but with high, vaulted ceilings, and natural light pouring in. This room had stark, stone floors, and in its center sat one remarkable piece of furniture: a throne. Mounted high up on a pedestal, at least fifteen feet high, sat the wooden throne, a chair which was extra wide, with arms that sloped upward, and a back that angled on a triangle, coming to a point in the middle. Beneath it, on its corners, sat two golden lions, designed to look as if they were holding up the chair.

She stated simply like she was talking about normal everyday weather. She noticed our confusion. "What?" Her lips widened, "don't tell me you don't know," we just exchanged looks, "you have scales on your lower back." "So what about it?" I bit out, if she was insinuating that I was a freak she was going to get it from me. "How do you know that?" Tiberius asked before noticing my ridden up top. "Oh." He glared at me but I didn't care. "So what about it?" He reiterated my exact words defensively.

Sirene just stayed silent as she followed Luna. After some time, they arrived at the throne room. A handsome man that looks young was sitting on the golden throne. His face looks smooth, and he had long eyelashes that give shadows every time he blinked. He had black long hair, kissable lips, perfect thick eyebrows, and a perfect jawline. Nevertheless, to Soheila, the most handsome man was the one she had saved. Soheila suddenly had a small smile on her delicate face as she remembers that handsome man that she had saved.