King Triton Throne 소설 & 이야기

Without Tide to keep the balance of the Mountains and Neptune refusing to call another Tideian to keep the balance, the Seas dwellers grew impatient but even more so anxious. Not knowing where his Tideian was had become unbearable for the King and so he sent for all his Elders but none was prepared for what they witnessed upon approaching the Throne hall. Neptune stood behind his Throne with a flaming Trident in hand. The Trident has awoken, clearly, the king is responsible since he held it in his hand. A wave of profound anger made his godly eyes glow a flaming red and when he spoke the Sea beds quaked.

How could he forgive him? A walk through the hall had done little to calm his emotions down. But he continued until he arrived in the open-aired throne room. It was so wide and empty that it could take three dragons in full size. Gigantic pillars stood everywhere. The ceilings reached so high, with the cracks bleeding with sunlight from outside. Both walls of the throne room had large open windows, the wind breezing through. Tristan found the high seat made of marble elevated over the wide steps. He took a slow walk, looking around, passing through between pillars.

He’s also as old as my father but appears younger because he’s healthy and still actually works out with his soldiers. The most exclusive and close-knit is Nathan's family. If need be, they will fight for him while having their eyes covered. He was one of those who assisted us in calming the royals when Mother passed away. He’d never bow down to a woman. Like his son. “Yes, Young Lady, To what do we owe this pleasure?” Thorn waggles his brows at me. Although both his parents are British, he is American born and bred, and therefore, he speaks without an accent most of the time.

Trix blinked dumbly at the person sitting on a gold throne with sapphires decorating its menacing figure. On the throne was a woman that Trix wished never existed in the real world or the one that she was in. The woman's slender figure was wrapped in a silk blue that made her look far more younger than she actually was. Her face was lightly powdered to give her a natural look.

Alistair sat bored on his throne, waiting for his brother to arrive. He soon switched position in his seat, with one hand under his chin and the other swirling around the drink in his glass. He was thinking of ways to make October love him, but all he could think of was torture. "Brother," Onyx said, pushing the doors of the throne room open. ''What? No music for my grand entrance.'' He opened his arm as a twisted smile formed on his face.

I grinned, the same sharp, dangerous grin Tristan wore when he was about to rip out a man’s throat. “Tristan’s taking the throne back. The right way , through blood and loyalty. No council decree’s gonna crown that spoiled little snake Carl.” Garron chuckled darkly, leaning back in his chair. “It’s about damn time.” I met each of their gazes in turn. “I need your word. This stays between us. Not a soul breathes it until we’re ready to strike.” One by one, they nodded. “You have it.” “For Blackwood.” “For the family.”

As I gazed upon their triumphant faces, I knew that this was only the beginning of our epic journey. Dynaris stepped forward, her eyes shining with a sense of pride and purpose. She approached the throne, now transformed from a dark and foreboding seat of power to a radiant, golden symbol of hope and renewal. With a gentle reverence, she reached out and touched the throne's armrest, feeling the warmth and energy emanating from it.

“This place is full of people you can’t trust. You can only trust me, at least for now. Not Damien. If he knows you’re not yet a wolf, he is going to fight to claim the throne and probably claim you are an Omega, and we don’t know that yet. If he decides to try and claim the throne, everything is against you. You don’t have any fight abilities, you’re not yet a full wolf—you’re going to lose. And you lose the throne along with it.” I nodded, understanding what he meant. But I thought to myself. Do I even want this throne? It seems like a deadly thing to fight for. Was I ready to fight for something so deep and important to these people? I just wanted to shut him out. I would think about it.

Inside, they found no statues, only memories frozen in time. In the center of the hall stood five thrones, each corresponding to an element. But there was a sixth throne—shattered and cold—at the very end. ThroneElementOriginal CustodianStatus The GlacialIce/OrderThe Queen of CalmElara's Template The SolarFire/WillThe King of CoreKael's Template The TideWater/LifeThe Abyssal LordTrench-King's Template The CrystalEarth/HarmonyThe Weaver of BondsZane's Template The GaleAir/OscillationThe Voice of the WindJulian's Template

Lucian responded, as they approached the grand hall, the guards pushed open the door in their wake, and with a short polite nod of the head to Advisor Daniel, they began to discuss. "As you both already know the rule of cardinal has chosen a queen bearing the name Katherina Daventin. She is fairly young, 17 summers old I believe, and she needs to be trained in the way of a queen," Daniel stepped forth towards Lucian indicating that it was his duty. "General Williams, now that you're here the throne will be presented to you until the queen is deemed ready, as you see fit, an official decree will be passed out in the morning. Until then all hail the King!" The advisor spoke with faith not want