King Triton Throne Novels & Stories

Gayle whispered, pushing the door open and holding it for me. Forcing myself to move, I took a deep breath and stepped inside. As soon as I entered, the door closed behind me, and my gaze locked with my mates. He was seated on an opulent gold throne, exuding power and authority. The throne was adorned with intricate, multi-layered designs, a testament to his status. He wore a simple white t-shirt and black pants, the short sleeves clinging to his impressive biceps adorned with dark tattoos. Despite his basic attire, his commanding presence as he leaned on his throne was undeniable.

“Since your position is a one generation position since you will have to take over the throne, then yes. Our children would have to fill in the gaps though.” “The firstborn will have to be the crown prince or princess,” She said. “Yes, the second will take the pendragon household and the third will be the next count or countess of house Highzar,” he explained and Elinor looked up at him. “Are you saying now that…” She said with a soft gasp as he knelt down before her pressing a kiss to her hand his eyes never leaving her. “What I’m saying is. Will you marry me, Elinor Pendragon?” He said

Tristan stepped inside with an extremely careful movement, closing the solid teak door behind him until it locked without producing even the slightest creak. Beneath his embrace, a slim black laptop with military-grade specifications was concealed beneath his leather jacket. The pair of dark eyes belonging to the crown prince gleamed with tension, yet a profound sense of pride radiated from his handsome face that morning.

"Silas, I need your help. One last thing. As my friend. Not as his second." "Anything." "My trunk in the guest wing. There's a bottom. There's a box with a royal seal. Bring it to me." There was silence. The royal seal was a myth. It was the mark of the Tri-Alpha Alliance. They ruled the peaks. They were powerful and secretive. "Elowen... Where did you get that?" "Just bring it Silas. Before Caspian searches my things." I heard Silas leave. I sat back. I closed my eyes. I reached inside me. Past the wolf that felt heavy. Past the power that had been dormant.

THE ATLANTIC THRONE: TWO HOURS LATER We didn't land. We were pulled. The Thorne-17 was caught in a tractor-beam of pure gravity, dragging us toward the obsidian throne rising out of the waves. Around the structure, the ocean was boiling, steam rising in thick, violet clouds. As we hit the landing bay, the doors hissed open. A legion of Kingslayers stood waiting, but they weren't the white-obsidian drones of the Council. These were "Primal" Kingslayers—creatures of raw shadow and ancient gold, their armor forged from the very first mercury-veins of the earth.

Mara said. "You hold Holt standing," Dr. Mohr said. "The Sovereign recognition is established. It cannot be formally contested." She looked between them. "For what it's worth, in thirty years of bloodline work, I've confirmed two Sovereign bonds. This is the clearest I have ever seen." She left. Caden stood in the hallway outside the medical room. Mara stood across from him. "Constitutionally complete," she said again, testing the words. "It was always going to be," he said quietly.

The rest of the throne room though mostly black was decorated with silver and diamond accessories truly the highest depiction of wealth I've ever seen. The throne itself looked every bit like I would envision Hades' throne would look, It was black and appeared to be made out of the bones of different creatures even humans but the armrests were in the form of a lion while on the back rest there were gargoyle status on either side that looked as though they were guarding the throne itself. And I noticed that despite the overwhelming amount of black in the room I was well lit as was the rest of the castle even in places without windows like the throne room.

"Just stand where you are." He closed his eyes and i noticed the top of his trident began to glow. After a moment it stopped and he opened his eyes, a big smile on his face. "Finally, I have found my heir to the Atlantis." "Excuse me?" Both me and my father said at once. "You have the blue tail of royalty child. You will take over from me in the next two hundred years." Triton said before turning to King Alexandre. "I trust you can keep her guarded and safe on land King Alexandre."

And we are just getting started. inside the Throne-ship, 3:47 a.m. The throne room is too quiet. No wind. No sound except my board wheels on frozen lightning rails and the low, steady drum of five heartbeats behind me. The Sky King stands between me and the empty throne. Ten feet tall, maybe more. Armor of living stormclouds that shift and coil like serpents. Crown of black ice and starlight. Eyes the exact color of the moment before the world ends.

Troy cast his eyes heavenwards and scrubbed his hands over his face -“will you forget about the things Dexter Maree told you? Just because he was willing to give up his…dignity, doesn’t mean I’ll do the same thing.” “You said we’re equal. Everyone here says a Luna is not equal to her mate.” “We’re not them!” Troy snapped. “Why can’t you see that? We are different. I came here to ask you an important question. Something very selfish, but now I think I should just…disregard your feelings about the matter and do whatever the hell I want.” I stopped and turned to him. Troy doing something purely selfish would make me extremely happy. “What is it?” “I want to abdicate the throne. I want to give i