King Triton Throne Novels & Stories

One of them quickly took off the black cloth concealing the thing they carried. After the cloth was taken off, all came to see that it was a golden throne with statues of two hickory-coloured, standing, pissed wolves serving as armrests. "Boy, that throne is... how do I put it?" Dante excitedly mind linked Zyair. "It's something never brought out on the day of a champion's crowning as Alpha King," the latter responded. Dante nodded with a smile, "Yeah, that's it. Jeez!"

“Your Grace, we need to kill Shuntha,'' Seti walked alongside Raiden as he made his way to the icy throne. The throne wasn’t made of ice but metal that was painted white, it was almost a century old. It didn’t rust, it wasn’t worn down, the paint wasn’t chipped, and it looked like it had just been crafted. Five fairies that were part of the kingdom forged the throne with magic, the fairies were once respected and loved; until King Atticruss and Queen, Tressa feared them and spread hatred amongst the people.

Katherine liked this throne very much. In front of the podium waited King William with Aston to his right and Liliane to his left. The younger generation carried velvet cushions with two sparkling crowns. The one Aston carried was a dark, roughly cut cliff of obsidian with cracks of glittering blue sapphire, while Liliane showcased a filigree glass crown with diamonds, and white fur softening the rim. Both were beautiful and imposing in their own right. When Nathaniel and Katherine reached the end of the carpet, the music subsided, and the King of the Icelands raised his voice one last time. "We are coming together today to start a new era of peace..."

“With your drugs that you thought could control me? Or with your body that serves both Angelina and me?” “No way…” His lips trembled uncontrollably. “You clearly took them every day…” Angelina’s face instantly turned red. She slammed the table and shouted, “Throw this madwoman out of the family!” I ignored her shouting and slowly removed the glove from my right hand. I raised my hand. On my thumb was an ancient, heavy black-gold ring, engraved with the family emblem—a phoenix in flames. The don’s ring was the symbol of the family’s highest authority. The entire room fell silent.

He notices one statue is broken, all that remains is stone pieces. “Sire, I bring you Hector,” Rex says. Rex kneels before the throne. The throne is made from an oak tree found on the battlefield of a ten-year war covered in the blood of the slain. It is a high-back, oak wood that is stained red with the blood of his enemies, studded with jewels along the armrest, with a black cushion forming part of the seat. Once Rex is on his knees, he pulls Hector down onto his knees. Behind the throne is a red tapestry with a living oak tree.

Every stroke of his tail feels heavier, the anticipation of the impending verdict weighing upon him. Upon entering the grand throne room, Tritan is met with an atmosphere of solemnity. The spacious chamber, adorned with majestic coral formations and shimmering shells, exudes a timeless elegance. Sunlight filters through the water, casting ethereal beams of light that dance upon the room's gleaming surfaces.

“It is. Your uncle Ronan makes cars.” She gasped and swiveled around, her mouth wide open. “Really? Did bad uncle make this one?” I nodded. This one was the newest limited edition RT 2m5 of Throne automotive. How did I know? Well, Julius indeed followed up with his brother’s life more than anything else. “So cool.” She returned her attention to the portrait and the one next to it, observing them keenly. She stood on her tiptoe and lifted her tiny hand to touch the first portrait. But before her fingers could feel them, Naomi’s hands gently caught hers.

And if it reached the pack elders—if Silas heard that his son was favoring a human, that the future Alpha was being influenced—it would plant seeds of mistrust. Doubt was all she needed. Alaric would have to choose. And Bianca would make sure he chose the throne. And if she couldn’t, she was sure his parents would do it for her. They always did. She stared at her reflection in the dark window. The city lights flickered behind her. You don't get to have him, she thought. Not while I'm still here.

On the day my fiancé, Raphael Moretti, and I were supposed to get our marriage license at city hall, I dressed with care. But by noon, he still hadn't shown up. Aurelia De Luca video-called me. "Sofia, where are you? Raphael's been waiting for you all day." Panic hit me. "Weren't we signing in Palermo?" Aurelia frowned. "It's Taormina, Sofia. Everyone's been waiting for a long time." I drove straight to Taormina. When I arrived, no one was there. When the video connected, Aurelia was crouched on the ground, laughing hard. "Sofia, don't tell me you actually went. We're already on Lipari. Raphael's setting up the wedding venue to surprise you." I left my car at the port and took a boat to Lipa

Six old men, all clawing for relevance in a world that was shifting beneath their feet. Including his father. And Rhovan. Though the middle throne—the one carved with black obsidian edges and marked with the royal crest—was conspicuously empty. Rhovan wasn’t here. Of course he wasn’t. Tristan had no idea what he was playing at but Rhovan left his pack few days before he left.