Novel & Cerita Sukuna Sitting On Throne

I didn’t fall, but the impact made my knees buckle slightly, a silent demand for me to acknowledge his control even in my supposed freedom. I turned to look at the source of the voice and there he was, sitting down on what looks like an ancient throne surrounded by four cloaked figures. The figure who had materialized earlier, the one who had commanded my presence, now sat in a position of undeniable authority. The throne was immense, carved from some dark, unidentifiable material that absorbed the light, making it seem heavier and older than anything I had yet seen. The figure on it was not wearing the same hood as the guards; his was pushed back just enough to reveal a sharp, angular jawli

Conan’s POV The council chamber buzzed with low conversation as I entered, flanked by Rokan and two enforcers. The elders turned in their seats, their expressions wary. At the far end of the obsidian table, Luna Samira sat elegantly, her hands folded atop the polished surface. She wore a flowing crimson gown today, her golden hair coiled into a perfect braid down her back, the thin gold circlet of her fake judiciary rank gleaming under the torchlight.

Behind them, Kaelan and two elite shadowguard flanked the rear entrance, ensuring no surprise assailant interrupted what was to come. Nyra paused on the dais, where the old throne; a magnificent carving of bone‑white silver and midnight ebony, loomed empty against an obsidian wall. Its armrests were shaped like coiled wolves, their jaws poised in eternal snarls. The seat was worn, centuries of monarchs having sat here to dispense justice. Tonight it would bear witness to a more primal decree. She stepped up, sandals whispering against marble, and laid a hand on the cold armrest. A flicker of lunar‑flame pulsed along her palm, as if the throne itself recognized its true queen.

said the King doubtfully. "I am sure, Your Majesty. I tested them with various secrets that only we know." I knew those witches used puppets that were very similar to humans. So, I was cautious when talking to them in the secret cabin. "They are Alpha Knox and Luna Ursula Blackwood, who ruled before me." "That's impossible! I killed them with my hands!" snapped Egor unacceptably. We all looked at him with bulging eyes. He had killed Father and Mother? What biological son could do that to his parents? Fathers and sons quarreling was natural but not to the point of developing murderous desires.

Beyond them waited a magnificent throne room. Two thrones stood upon a raised platform. One was carved from black stone. The other... Silver. Covered in dust. Untouched for decades. The Shadow King slowly walked to the black throne and sat down. Then he pointed toward the silver throne. "Welcome home..." He smiled. "Princess Lynnek Moonfang." Lynnek refused to move. "I'll never sit beside you." The Shadow King wasn't offended. "I wasn't asking." He stood and descended the steps.

Allies. This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be a memory. The sun would freeze in the sky before these two species ever stood side by side in peace. “Come here, Little Rabbit,” came a familiar voice that made her skin crawl. The crowd of sylphs and salamanders parted for her, clearing a path. At the end of it stood a massive throne shaped from what looked like the skeletal remains of a giant scorpion. Its segmented tail arched protectively over the seat. The throne was padded with thick animal furs.

"Step forward, insignificant creature. State clearly what you are here to do." "I'm here to make you my bitch, it seems." Spitfire was looking around the throne room with a casual air. He made a vague gesture towards the empty wall near the Throne itself. "This place was a lot more fun last time I was here." "Oh, there's plenty of time to play with implements of torture, brat." The Throne began to form into a tom about the size of Guru but with sleek black fur made of void and stars, his amber eyes holding the very concepts of desire and doubt. He sat perched to the side of the Throne of the Underworld.

ELIAN. “Does anybody still have an issue with my daughter-in-law?” Umma’s voice wasn’t loud, but it rolled through the chamber and made everyone hold their breaths in quiet reverence. She didn’t blink. She didn’t need to. She sat on her throne, which was three steps below ours. Our throne was intertwined, two thrones binded in one. The throne was golden, adorned with little dots and cravings. It was covered with red cushions, a howling wolf at the curved end of the throne and a string of twinkling stars hung around.

I had no idea how someone could climb up the throne without stairs. The men threw suspicious glances at us but kept quiet. All of them were very well behaved. They weren’t even talking to each other. There was a crackling sound, and suddenly a man appeared seated on the throne. I blinked several times to ensure that I didn’t imagine things. I couldn’t see him clearly due to the blinding light surrounding the man sitting. All I could make out was a silhouette of a man seated on the throne. He seemed to be wearing a crown and carrying a staff in his hand.

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.