King Triton Throne Novels & Stories

I pat him on the shoulder before we pull apart. ------------- King Orrin's ashes lay in the jar, as every God in Serenacia stays present in the room, honouring the dead king. Octavius, the wizard of Gods, takes over the event, where Orrin takes part in burial ritual of spreading his father's ashes through the Holy line, so he can rest in peace. The signature of white attires compliments the hall, as both God and goddesses, pay due decorum and respect to the late king. My eye meets with Cicero, as the look on his face makes me feel even more guilty of knowing what I know, but still yet, I couldn't call it murder when it is indeed treason.

‘Let’s just hope that he’s coming late,’ I hoped. The king of the werewolves, a higher position than the Alphas, greeted us all. King Edmund looked elegant with his royal robe and magnificent crown. He was the first king to make a peace treaty. I had not been born in the era when war was still happening in this land. But I did not want to imagine a life of terror and anxiety where war could break out at any moment. The crown prince, Prince Elric, stood by his side. He had found his mate. She was his second chance because he rejected the first one, the daughter of a classless warrior. He just wanted to be with the daughter of an Alpha. And he got what he wanted.

one of them replies, quickly moving to open the doors. The throne room is as imposing as always, with its soaring ceilings, marble columns, and stained-glass windows that cast colorful patterns across the polished floor. At the far end, King Alaric sits on the ancient wolf throne, carved from a single piece of obsidian centuries ago. Even from this distance, I can see the tension in his shoulders.

The Imperial Palace. The Throne Room. Noon. The Dragon Throne sat atop a dais of black marble. It was a monstrosity of gold and rubies, shaped like a coiled serpent. For three hundred years, only the Thornes had sat there. Today, the doors opened for a new bloodline. Vespera walked down the long red carpet. Her boots—still muddy from the battlefield—left dark prints on the pristine wool. She wore her black riding leathers, her heavy cloak billowing behind her like a storm cloud.

“You knew who she was. You killed her family and then you made me watch her suffer for thirteen years. You put needles in my arm so I wouldn't remember that I loved her.” Rowan stood up slowly. He was still taller than me, still stronger. “I did what was necessary for the pack. A Thorne on the throne would have meant war with the Highborn. I gave us peace. I gave you a crown.” “I don't want it,” I said. I spat on his expensive rug. “I’d rather be a servant with her than an Alpha with you.” Rowan’s jaw tightened. “You’re acting like a child. The bond is broken. She rejected you. It’s over. Go find a high-ranking female and move on.”

A flicker of something unreadable passed through his eyes as he added, "And the Crowned Trinity." Eversince he claimed the throne, the possession of crowned trinity had been one of his goals. The Crowned Trinity wasn’t just a collection of firearms, it was a legend forged in steel. Each weapon was worth billions, not merely for its craftsmanship, but for the blood, history, and power it represented. These weren’t guns; they were symbols of absolute dominance. Nathaniel Serrano already ruled Italy. But the moment the Trinity will grace his hands, there would be no debate, no rebellion, no whispers in back alleys. The message would echo through every gang, every city, every empire that Nathani

I walked into the kitchen and sat down arms crossed. "Your birth parents names are Victoria and Marcus. Your birth mother is a witch... by now she is the head witch of the coven..., your father is a vampire, but he is not just any vampire he is King of the vampires. Your grandmother on your mother's side was a werewolf and the gene skips a generation. When your birth mother got pregnant with you the seer for told of a prophecy of a tribrid born of a witch and a vampire who would hold the power of all three species. This tribrid would be very powerful and be hunted by many enemies. It is foretold that the tribrid would bring about peace between the species through her kindness and beauty.

The throne room was adorned with silver and blue in lovely decorations. Blue Silks, white flowers, and Fionn’s new crown was even a literal silver-diamond and the most gorgeous sapphire. No doubt a gift from the Alpha King and the witnessing neighbor Alphas. The throne was made of marble. The roof, just like the Winter Castle’s and this pack's dining hall, was made of glass—visible to the winter night sky. The interior of the throne room was snowing gently but the snow never touched the ground. A light, cool breeze greeted all the attendees. The crescent moon above seemed to smile down at us.

Polished marble floors stretched into an endless hall, columns carved with ancient runes glowing faintly under flickering torchlight. Velvet banners of deep blue and silver lined the walls, bearing the crest of the Alpha King’s family—a great wolf with three heads, snarling at the moon. At the far end of the hall sat the throne itself, carved from obsidian and iron, draped in wolf pelts, looming like a silent mountain. And upon it… him. The Alpha King.

We hold each other and not long after, we drift off. Thorne is sitting on my thrown and I'm bowing in front of him. He's got that fucking grin on his face. "This is how it should be, you kneeling before me, under my rule." He leans forward and grabs my chin. He lifts my face to meet his.