You Sit On A Throne Of Lies 소설 & 이야기

The throne pulsed beneath her. Something shifted in its bones. “Then why do you sit where she feared to tread?” Sirelia stood abruptly, her breath sharp. “Because someone must. Because thrones do not weep. They do not wait. They do not ask for mercy. They take.” A moment of stillness. Then the throne… laughed. It was a cruel sound. Dry and cracked like flame dancing on old parchment. “You think sitting here makes you queen?” “I’ve carved empires from the bones of widows and orphans,” Sirelia growled. “I’ve made war into prophecy. I’ve made silence into an army. I made myself.”

Wanted the world to watch Ash stripped bare. He sat high on his throne, a cruel smile playing at his lips as he lifted his hand. The noise fell like a blade had cut it. His voice carried, smooth, booming, dripping power. “Today, truth itself shall strip away lies. Let none claim loyalty without proof.” His gaze landed on me, and my stomach clenched at the weight of it. He knew. He always knew.

I slowly walked forward, my heart racing as I tried to register what was going on. “I leave tonight, I need you to make sure no one tries to steal my throne while I’m gone. I may have spared your life in the human realm, but if a slip up happens in my kingdom, under your guard, I will kill you.” The man sounded excited about death, as if he hoped the person would fail. I turned the corner entering a huge room. A single golden throne sat in the middle of dais. Gold skulls sat at the end of each armrest, the back of the throne had angels falling from the sky into a pit of fire carved into it. Gold was moulded into bones and created the base of the chair.

And a new voice screamed across my mind: “ DO NOT TAKE THE THRONE IT IS LYING TO YOU.” The light shattered. And something ancient beneath the palace began waking.

He reminded me more of a rebellious, spoiled teen boy disrespecting his father's throne while he was away. “What are we doing here?” “Waiting” Loke’s head slumped back, staring at the blinking lights far above us with a deep sigh. Then what was I supposed to do? Just walk around here in the dimmed light, looking at water streams, lights, and different rocks? Walking up to the massive chair, I halted in my tracks a couple of feet away, and my eyes widened in shock. The morbid decoration made the throne from the Game of Thrones look like a toddler’s furniture. Skull after skull built up the massive back of the chair: human skulls, animals, and ones with horns and unnatural outgrowths.

She added. "You and I know you are lying." King Darken said. "You need that throne more than anyone else, more than River herself and I am here to help you fulfill it." "Like I told you, I have no interest in that throne so I don't know what you are saying." Beauty lied. She couldn't tell him she has interest on that throne, what if it was his plan to hear her agree and then use it against her by reporting her to River. Not that she was scared of River but the whole supernatural will be against her for plotting the death of a ruling Queen when she is still alive.

He listened to their sniffles, their pleads, their curses but smirked in delectation as those shrieks brought him nothing but indulgence, he ran his tongue over his reddish lips, curved into a highfalutin ogle. A tenebrous chi stuffed the already dusky, Plutonian space. A darkened vide and mist strained him from head to toe, marrying his entire being with his black attires, sweeping the floor from where he sat on his throne, a throne he fought for, a throne that was rightfully his but was stolen from him.

"You see Rowland....I already said I wanted to inspect some certain areas in the city. And I ended up getting lost in the area but I successfully found my way back home. Ahhh...my leg aches, so does my back. He remained aloof as he kept staring at me oddly. I know he could deduce I was lying with just one stare. I just decided to try my luck. It was like he sees through me. "Is this story real?" He asked. "Perhaps, it's fictional." He added and stared at me suspiciously. "Is there a reason for me to lie to you?" I inquired and stared at him boldly. "Whatever you say. Just know that the moment you enter the throne room, you're in a huge turmoil this time. Those old hags are about to turn the

The Sister’s Lie POV – Carina I stare at the photograph on the floor as if it might dissolve, vanish, change into something less damning. Something less real. But it doesn’t. It’s her. My sister, Alina. Smiling next to Vanessa. Her arm slung casually around the woman who tried to destroy everything I’ve built. In her other hand…a vial. The same type I saw tonight. The kind that makes a man like Dante forget the woman he loves and believe he belongs to someone else.

I heard about Piero's recent life from other classmates. After that day, he and Vivian had a huge fight. He said he still loved me, wanted to divorce Vivian, and blamed her for keeping him from marrying me. Vivian was furious, blurting out that she never had cancer. It was all a lie to get him to marry her. When she went abroad and learned Piero was with me, she couldn't accept it. Knowing he'd liked her before, she crafted a lie, and it worked.