Novel & Cerita Sukuna Sitting On Throne

SORAYA’S POV A naked one. That was the kind of monster on the other side of the door. Alpha Khai sat on a majestic black-and-gold throne like it was made for him and no one else—one hand draped over the armrest, the other lazily twirling a glass of deep red wine like he had all the time in the world. One leg rested lazily over the other, muscles flexed beneath skin that caught the firelight like polished bronze. In front of him, a long obsidian table overflowed with luxurious food—roasted meats, jeweled fruits, crystal decanters of wine, golden goblets—but nothing on that table looked half as tempting as the man himself.

---- Silverfang Pack--Alpha Carlo’s Throne Room The throne room of Silverfang reeked of blood, musk, and dominance. Alpha Carlo—the Terror of the SOUH—sat motionless upon his massive throne carved from black pearls, bleached bones, and the cured skins of long-dead slaves. His presence alone bent the air. One heavy arm rested against the throne’s edge, rings glinting like sharpened claws, his golden eyes half-lidded as though bored by existence itself. Below him, several elders sat stiffly, their voices reduced to cautious whispers. No one ever raised their voice in Carlo’s presence unless they wished to lose it—along with their tongue.

Barten asked, remembering Samantha. Samantha glanced at the picture of Barten sitting on a throne, wearing regal attire and holding a scepter on which was a golden egg with a crown-like ornamentation encircling it, and even on each side, there were some other stones that Samantha did not know. Samantha barely blinked. Nevertheless, Barten Skovovich appeared more like an evil than a monarch, regardless of how elaborate the man was or how expensive his attire was.

Gayle whispered, pushing the door open and holding it for me. Forcing myself to move, I took a deep breath and stepped inside. As soon as I entered, the door closed behind me, and my gaze locked with my mates. He was seated on an opulent gold throne, exuding power and authority. The throne was adorned with intricate, multi-layered designs, a testament to his status. He wore a simple white t-shirt and black pants, the short sleeves clinging to his impressive biceps adorned with dark tattoos. Despite his basic attire, his commanding presence as he leaned on his throne was undeniable.

A handsome man in black is seated on the throne to the left, his arm resting lazily on the armrest, one leg bent, the other sprawled ahead. My heart skips a beat as our eyes meet. Upon his head is a gold band, and he jerks his head towards the centre throne. My eyes widen as I find myself walking down the centre towards that seat. Zedkiel holds his hand out to me, a smirk on his handsome face as he helps me take my seat on the throne. I gasp as I realise what this means, making Luna chuckle.

Evidently, Diana was asking for something his servant didn't know. "Monk bitter leaf and White honey sir!" She demanded, Right then, Walter walked over to his office chair and sat on it without responding. It was not exactly a chair, it seemed to be a throne. Diana looked bewildered and something about Walter's chair tickled her fancy. It was a serpent throne with three serpent heads carved unto it. Staring at the throne, Diana furrowed her eye brows. It was the serpent throne of the extinct serpent clan. Catherine had told her about the story and clearly, Mr Walter was sitting on a throne of about decades old. It was forbidden for mere mortals to sit on it, Walter didn't knew any of that.

One of them quickly took off the black cloth concealing the thing they carried. After the cloth was taken off, all came to see that it was a golden throne with statues of two hickory-coloured, standing, pissed wolves serving as armrests. "Boy, that throne is... how do I put it?" Dante excitedly mind linked Zyair. "It's something never brought out on the day of a champion's crowning as Alpha King," the latter responded. Dante nodded with a smile, "Yeah, that's it. Jeez!"

At the heart of the hall, an imposing obsidian throne stood, its edges carved with intricate designs that spoke of power and authority. Upon the throne sat the queen, a figure of dark beauty and commanding presence. Her gown cascaded like a river of shadows, and her obsidian crown glinted with the promise of dominion. Her eyes, a hypnotic shade of crimson, surveyed the hall with a combination of authority and intrigue.

Having a strong demon such as Suit by his side, he would not only have a way to save his wife, but he would have a powerful force by his side. “Good.” Suit responded with his arms wide. He looked pleased that Anderson had come to terms with everything. With his resolve, he might have an entertaining time. “Now then, shall we move on to the next?” Red smoke separated from suit behind him and slowly morphed into a black chair. It looked more like a small throne with a high back with intricate carvings at the top and artistically curved handles. Suit sat with his legs crossed, making himself comfortable.