Sukuna Sitting On Throne Novels & Stories

in place of a plain stone dais, there was a huge gold and silver throne with a canopy and footsteps. “This chamber is wasting gold and precious metals trying to put on a show for Sulu and himself. Little traitor Sulu is just an embarrassment to everyone,” said Anna. “Greetings, witches,” greeted a deep voice. It roared loudly in the cavern and surprised everyone. Sulu sat upon his throne, smirking as he studied them while they examined their surroundings. The clouds of shadows that looked like a medieval horror film hovered over the whole area when Nirvana arrived next to his magnificent seat.

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.

He knew that the woman before him wasn't ordinary because he couldn't understand why her presence intimidated him. Suna walked closer, held his chin and gazed at him seductively, "Listen" she whispered, "Don't you try to do anything stupid" her tone hardebed, "I know how much you live your life, women and money more than your subjects so your death won't be a pain to them" she tightened her grip and the king groaned in pain, Suna moved her face closer to his, their lips almost meeting, "Go and never set your foot here again" she decleared and released her grip in him.

The sky has a moon and stars looking down at the beautiful God's creature. "Wow!" Amazed at the interior inside, I completely forgot my anger. There was a throne at the center. Three thrones with wings in carved marble gilded with gold and precious stones were the seat of the Enlightened One. Surrounding it are the pillars representing each member of the inner sanctum. The other council members assigned three chairs for each priestess, militia, and guardians group. Each post has its chair also decorated beautifully bu precious stones and gold.

“Where am I?” Karla looked at the woman sitting on a giant throne. A giant moon stood behind her, and there were white ghosts in the woman’s side, smiling at her. “Come here, my loyal successor. Come to me.” She waved her hands to her, pearl surrounds her arms.

You could even hear everything; there was a magically-induced sound to the entire room. Sajida sat on a large throne covered in spikes and horns. She watched the four of us come in, smiling at the fact that none of us wanted to sit down on the couch across from her desk. "Come on, now," Sajida said. "I don't bite."

She found Kinza in the kitchen, busy preparing the lunch Kinza turned around, her eyes widening with awe as she took in Sukoon's ethereal beauty. A soft smile spread across her face, and she approached Sukoon, holding her hands gently. "You look absolutely stunning, my dear," Kinza whispered, her voice filled with love and admiration. "May this day bring you happiness and blessings."

"They do not comprehend that the man sitting on that throne is nothing more than a corpse waiting for a grave. Command the legions, my Queen. Let us go open his front door." Inside the grand throne room of the Obsidian Spire, Emperor Malakai sat on his massive, gilded throne, his fingers gripping the carved ivory armrests so tightly the bone joints clicked. He was an older Lycan, his silver hair cropped short, his entirely black eyes fixed on the heavy iron doors at the rear of the chamber.

High above the roaring crowd, seated upon a throne carved from volcanic obsidian and etched with golden dragon runes, sat King Drakonios. His expression was carved in stone—stoic, unreadable, remote. Around him, nobles and warlords cheered, enchanted flags waved in the air, and magic shimmered across the sky like fractured light. But the king was quiet.

"Oh! What do we have here? I missed you, my dear niece! I felt a fluctuation of both the power of the sun and the moon, so I figured out that it was you. Haha! You are sending yourself to me of your own volition. Do you think you are still a goddess to do such a fooling thing? Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!" A menacing voice sneered in the distance. A man with long jet-black hair and gray eyes was sitting on a throne made from skulls and bones in front of me. He sneered like a satisfied predator playing with his prey.