Novel & Cerita King Triton Throne

Of course, mine was the gold throne high chair with a crown for a king on the headrest of it the others give their design on thrones that they want but me Jade design on mine I don't know about designs so Jade does the job. "It looks expensive royalties made us more powerful haha" Kenzo exclaimed in excitement I nodded the throne was kind of expensive, the plated silver names on the bottom of the crowns that we have on our headrest. "Call them," I command Jade nodded and cliff type in her computer, She has her keyboard on her throne and her screen is the big screen in front. Then in a matter of seconds, Emperor and Empress are online of course they are not on the same screen. "Greetings Empe

“Where the hell is the other throne? Do you people think my little girl made this baby by herself?!” I wanted to tell her that a normal chair was fine, but she was already heading right for a terrified-looking man standing beside a box truck. Five minutes later, an insanely huge throne was carted over and sat next to Taylor’s. It looked like it weighed five hundred pounds, at least. “Wow.” “Matthew, you sit. We’re almost ready,” Nancy demanded. Taylor looked at my face, then darted her eyes to the throne, letting me know to just do what I was being told.

Triton said as he sat close to the throne. “A request or a command?” Kael seethed. “A request of course.” Triton said nonchalantly. “Then fucking act like it! Get out of here.” Kael said. “What do you mean?” Triton asked furiously. “What I mean is that you should send an appeal first. The next time you ever demand to see me like you are in charge would cost you greatly." Kael said as he left the throne room. “That arrogant bastard!” Triton roared.

He needed to get ready for their trip, he planned to make sure he had everything known in the seven seas in order to make sure that he is prepared for a war he knows will happen when they get to Olympus. Triton's office: Triton unlocked his private safe and pulled out the only picture he had of his first mate and their daughter. She had already passed away in the picture he took, but he wanted something to show Oceana when she was older and could handle seeing her mother protecting her even in death. A tear rolled down his eyes as he looked at the picture. “I'm so sorry that, I couldn't protect our daughter the way you did making sure she was safe even as you took your last breath. I promise

But I guess that was what this was. A black wedding. And then I saw him. The man of the fucking hour. Sitting on a high seat, a throne carved from blackened bone and obsidian. I’d heard that it was the remains of his enemies that built that throne, but I’d expect nothing less from Rhett Blackwood. His heavy arms rested on the lion-wolf hybrids sculpted into the stone armrests and his crown, a surprisingly simple black iron circlet, rested atop his raven locks.

she says gently yet firmly, “it’s time to wake up, dear. Morning’s already here.” I sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes to hide the heaviness inside. She places a bowl of porridge beside me, smiling. “You need to build your strength, little one. We’ll head to the market later to see what we can trade.” “Martha,” I say softly, looking up at her. “Before we go, I… I have to change something.” She freezes mid-motion, raising an eyebrow. “Change something? What do you mean?” I run my fingers through my hair—the same hair that once caught attention in every palace hallway. It’s crimson red, like embers—my father's royal crest's color. It is both a sign of power and a curse.

At the head of the raised marble dais were the three grand thrones: the great Obsidian Throne of the High King, the elegant white-gold throne of the Sun Queen, and the newly incorporated seat of starlight granite of the Prince. The great oak double doors swung open and the whole assembly of grand dukes, arch-mages and clan leaders fell to their knees in perfect, deep reverence. "All hail the High Sovereigns of Sun, Shadow and Starlight!" Marcus's booming voice echoed through the great hall and set off a wave of deep applause, respectful and reverent.

My Alpha Female, my mate, had been gone a week surveying her territory. The moment she got back, I rejected our bond. "Just because I forgot your little trinket?" She laughed, blue eyes careless as ever. "Yes." I stared at her, face a mask. Seven days ago, Rowan, Alpha Female of the Silvermoon Ridge Pack, took her core warriors to inspect a newly acquired mining territory. When she returned, she had gifts for everyone. Even the border patrol got aged liquor. She forgot the only thing that mattered. The pure Moonstone I needed to soothe my burning Alpha blood. I'd waited two months. Then her new Omega scribe, Finn, posted a selfie on the pack network—showing off a wolf-fang necklace carved f

I open the doors and walk towards my destiny. I take in the awe-inspiring features of the room. All the walls are burgundy-colored, with wood crowning along the bottom. the floor is black and white marble leading to the dark oak platform where the glamorous throne resides. A throne that I know once belonged to my ancestor centuries ago. I remember hearing when I was young, I had an uncle in past centuries who became a fearsome leader in Romania. I never would have imagined that he was a Vampire Count, the first-ever in England. Now the throne has come back to my family where it belongs. I sit on the seat and marvel at its beauty. it is a majestic sight to behold, completely gold, it is very

So many like up to sixty. The Royal Court of Drakarith. These nobles are standing along both sides of the throne dais, and ahead of us, I spot eight officials standing much closer to the throne, each one of them individually dressed differently, and I also see the four generals: Vaeroth, Kyrian, Alkaia, and Rhyken. Power. Order. If I wasn't a princess, maybe I could have fainted from the goosebumps moulding everywhere on my body from all the eyes trained on me now.