Sukuna Sitting On Throne Novels & Stories

Disbelief. “How long have you known about this?” “Since I moved to the Ravenwood branch.” “She’s human,” Silas said again, as if saying it twice would make it less true. “I know.” “How is that possible? A human mate—” “The Moon Goddess has her reason for every decision. You know that.” Silas exhaled sharply, turning away to pace the length of the study. His footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor, the only sound in the room. Alaric watched him, waiting.

At the center of this living nightmare sat a brooding figure. His throne was carved from obsidian and bones,bleached white, the remnants of those who had dared fail him. He sat with one leg draped lazily over the other, his clawed hand resting against the armrest. Shadows clung to him, stretching unnaturally, as though even darkness sought his command. At his feet, a messenger grovelled. His forehead pressed into the cold stone floor, his entire body trembling violently. “Alpha,” the man stammered, his voice thin, breaking, “I tried—I swear, I tried—”

" Here we go." He strode to the door and ordered the eunuch sanding there to announce his presence. To his surprise, the eunuch just motioned towards the door, pushing it open and gesturing that he should pass . Ruckus said nothing but just walked through the door. When he got into the room, the alpha king was seated. This time, not on any other normal chair or sofa that was in his chamber. It was on a throne, a small throne that he had now put in his room. Ruckus stopped when he saw it. Then, he smiled at the sight of it. The old geezer was being too petty. Perhaps, he was getting too old. " Are you surprised by what you have seen right now?" The alpha king asked.

Although it was nothing like the majestic-looking throne of Nine Heaven Emperor, it was equally domineering. An authoritative man sat on the throne, wearing a yellow and white robe and emanating a strong aura. On both sides of the throne were a dozen figures standing quietly in lines. Darryl had seen them before. Some of them had leopard heads and human bodies, while some had human bodies and snake ends. Darryl was full of nerves and was starting to panic. He also noticed all the demons present were beasts. ‘Damn it!’ Looking at the man on the throne, Darryl felt a huge amount of pressure coming down on him; he was almost out of breath.

Added to the fact that the throne's colour complemented that of the hall's, such a minor detail was easy to miss. The lady giggled as the throne glowed. As for what was so funny, it was between her and the object that was supposed to be inanimate, yet seemed to possess is own soul. "No Reiki. Nothing really lasts forever" the lady's chuckles ended with this statement. A sad look took its place and cast more gloom in this already gloomy room. Reiki was apparently the name of the throne she sat upon- the Eternal Throne.

I came to correct a theft. His gaze moved from Kiyomi to me. One queen was made. One princess was hidden. Neither belongs on that throne. Kiyomi straightened. Hayate caught her arm. She pulled free. Then whose throne is it? Cael touched the black veins along his face. Mine. The chamber answered with laughter. Not human. It came from beneath the water. The two thrones turned inward. A third seat rose between them. Black stone. No crown. Only a deep groove shaped like a coiled serpent.

“Your Grace, we need to kill Shuntha,'' Seti walked alongside Raiden as he made his way to the icy throne. The throne wasn’t made of ice but metal that was painted white, it was almost a century old. It didn’t rust, it wasn’t worn down, the paint wasn’t chipped, and it looked like it had just been crafted. Five fairies that were part of the kingdom forged the throne with magic, the fairies were once respected and loved; until King Atticruss and Queen, Tressa feared them and spread hatred amongst the people.

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.

Emily's POV "I was obstructed by some of the spirits over at the other side of London, I had to wait till it was time for them to retire before I could flee." This was the first time I spoke. I constructed my answer so well that he believed me. We walked through the dark hallway, into a grand room with massive space and many servants walking up and down, busy with one work or the other. The distance to where the dark Luna sat on her throne was not so far, I could sense her haunted scent. We entered the throne room, it was the darkest in the entire palace. By this, you would know the real nature of the one that had control of this place. On her head was a dark bronze crown, the only thing tha

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, but then I saw him. The Rogue King. He sat on a wooden throne made of branches that spiked outwards, sharpened at the tips like spears. A bundle of feathers hung from one of the branches near his head. A wolf’s pelt was draped over the seat. A snarl built in my throat at the sight of the dead animal’s glassy eyes staring at me from between the rogue’s legs. The wolf deserved more respect than becoming a seat cover.