Sukuna Sitting On Throne Novels & Stories

Others were mesmerized by the magnificent display pigment from the conical beam itself, however in Tokyo a band of people weren't impressed, they were concerned. “ It seems like Escliffe has been revived. And we know what that means, Japan will be flooded with the supernaturals once more, Kyo since you are the fastest among us, im tasking you to eliminate the threat at once” The figure sitting on the throne addressed one of the six kneeling before him. Even without light penetrating the building, One could tell that the figure on the throne was a man. From the sound of his voice.

When Issei open his eyes all he can see is darkness, but there's a single throne adorned with human skulls and the color of the throne is pitch black. And he can see a girl sat upon that throne, who's looking straight at him and she has a wicked smile on her beautiful face.

The whites of her eyes were in contrast with the black mud peeling from her face. She observed her surroundings with slight twitches of her neck. A huge man was sitting up ahead on a dome-shaped throne. Two men stood behind him, one had a big book opened in front of him on a large dais, while another was in full-body armour and had one hand on the hilt of a sword dangling from his waist. The man on the throne was bare-chested, had a very long mane of hair and had a big scar running from his left cheek to his chest. "You are Mila?" the man on the throne asked again.

I didn’t know why I was still expecting that even though I had received confirmation that I was in a time before the gods knew they were gods. Then we reached the throne room. And I blinked. Because sitting on the throne—a simple obsidian seat backed by a massive sculpture of a weeping angel—was not a flaming beast or a horned monstrosity or whatever else I’d braced myself for. He was young. Early twenties, maybe.

My eyelids flutter, taking in the dim lights of the tent that I am in. In front of me sits Bianca, her shoulders pulled back and chest pushed out, sitting upon what I can make out as a makeshift throne. It is made out of the Earth that surrounds us. Her throne is made out of stacked rocks, long branches from nearby trees, and vines from nearby plants. If she were not the one to be sitting on it, then I would think that it is a throne made, especially for mother nature herself. But it is not. It is a throne being for a vile and evil woman.

Sienna's POV "Duke," I gasped. The name felt like a jagged stone in my throat. As he sat upon the dais, the floorboards groaned beneath my knees. This wasn't the roaring dominance of an Alpha. It was ancient, silent, and yet he seems calm. Duke sat high above us on a makeshift throne of scavenged metal and dark velvet. We knelt on damp earth, looking up like ants.

Not the reserved throne for us Betas, which is positioned beside the Alpha's throne. Kane had everyone sitting on the low stone benches that lined the hall alongside other royal members, including the hunters. He had made us all sit there while he sat on the throne meant for his dead Luna, leaving the massive iron throne, carved beautifully with snarling wolf heads and furs, for his daughter. "Forgive the seating arrangement," he said. "I just want my daughter to feel very comfortable. You will all return to your position later." I almost scoffed out loud, feeling disgrace at how he was treating us.

He wore all white and furious face, a humanoid tiger. Yet another God stood beside him! Two fangs that are meant to bite and tongue that can sting! A Humanoid Snake! This God wore a green armament with two jade-like daggers on his sides. And he is sitting at the end of the throne! 9th throne! "Butt! You showed up! You really showed up! Haha! I can kill you now! But...." He stood at the surface of the screen while looking at Butt. Then a sudden changed happened.

The crowd lining the terraces erupted into applause as the warriors stepped onto the sand-covered floor of the arena. But I barely noticed them. Because my eyes were already drawn somewhere else. To the throne. High above the arena platform, carved from black stone and framed by massive wolf statues, where Zyran now sat. Zyran He didn’t look pleased. His posture was rigid, shoulders squared as if the throne itself were an obligation rather than a privilege. One elbow rested against the armrest, fingers curled against his jaw. His expression was carved from ice. His jaw set, eyes hard. Watching everything, judging everything

The same one where— Where that disgusting rumor came from. My fingers clenched slowly at my sides. Oh… hell no. My stomach sank the moment I spotted Ashton sitting on the massive throne made of gold and silver, catching the light in ways that made everything else in the room feel small. His presence was commanding. My breath hitched the moment my eyes landed on the two enormous wolves, real wolves, that sat beside the throne. Their silver furs swept across the air in a calm menacing way. I had no idea creatures like these existed within the walls of the King Estate.