King Triton Throne Novels & Stories

No one had expected to see her in the park house as the Alpha had made it clear that he did not want to see her anymore, not even around the park house. “It is a good time you are here. We are having a celebration. Today makes it twenty years since I ascended the throne” He smiled as they all walked back in. “Congratulations, father. You have indeed been on the throne for a long time.” She smiled. “Yes, I have and you will soon be the next Luna. I cannot wait to see you succeed me, my daughter. You would indeed rule well and right and my people will obey you. You are a good woman and everyone will love you” He smiled.

Regardless numerous air conditioners, the undying warm temperature surpasses and dominates the room. A magnificent and huge lamp holder decoratively illuminates and greatly magnifies the throne room. It bestows pretty and magnificent multi colour to the throne room. As always the floor remains tiled. Grey coloured tiled which matches perfectly the decorative curtains. Such perfect decorative plan. Three priceless thrones leans stably and directly opposite the gigantic silver door. They differ by colour and size. Colour representing the golden colour,silver colour and finally bronze colour. By size, the largest, most beautiful, most magnificent and most powerful throne amongst the trio certai

"Let's show them our daughter's throne ." Travis raised his face, his silver eyes wide, filled with an intense, obsessive gratitude as he walked directly by her side under the flashing lights of the paparazzi, realizing with absolute, soul-shattering certainty that while his false crowns were buried in the mud forever, their true kingdom was finally standing in the light—and he would guard the path of his queen and princess until his very last breath .

At the far end of the hall, elevated on a triple-tiered stone dais, sat the throne. It was not gold. It carried no velvet cushions or delicate filigree like the throne Ethan had boasted of in the Shadow Moon packhouse. It was a massive, jagged monolith of solid volcanic glass—polished obsidian so dark and sharp it looked like a frozen shard of midnight torn from the earth. "Every inch," Brida barked, pointing her thick finger across the vast, empty sea of stone. "Start at the doors and work your way to the foot of the dais. Don't leave a single droplet of grease, or you'll scrub it twice tomorrow."

But the throne was the real monstrosity in there. Located on an altar that displayed in the background an image of a creature with horns and wings, flanked by a pair of floor candlesticks with a burning torch inside, it stood like a living presence. It was all made of that intense black, like ebony, ornamented with the figure of a serpent that bowed before the throne, causing the occupant to have to pass his body on his side to sit, where the head of the snake hovered over the back of one of the arms of the seat, protecting his king or queen while he was there, so that the black stone clearly

"I look forward to witnessing this… historic event." I hardened my gaze as I watched him walk away, my fists clenching at my sides. I sat on the throne at the head of the hall, with a straight and commanding posture. I had to compose myself despite the fact that my heart beats faster with anticipation. The throne was carved from dark mahogany and inlaid with silver accents. It was a symbol of authority and strength. The backrest rose high, etched with intricate designs of wolves and crescent moons. A thick cushion of royal blue velvet softened its imposing frame.

There is a group of them in the corner playing fishes and wishes at top volume, slamming down cards and taking gulps of Ona’s special brew in some weird undersea drinking game. I’d be upset, but this is classic Tritus. With him in charge of the Oceanic Realm, it has been an endless party from the time he took the throne and will likely remain such until the time he eventually leaves it. He has so many concubines that his heirs number in the dozens. Thankfully, the oceans are vast. Or at least that’s what he says every time he takes on another consort.

‎The central boardroom of the Southern Council had been entirely cleared. The mahogany table, cracked down the center by Kael’s brutal display of dominance, had been removed by the Lycan guards. In its place stood a single, towering high-backed chair made of black iron and reinforced with Sun-Iron trim—the new Sovereign Throne. ‎ ‎I sat down slowly, the velvet of my midnight-blue suit catching the ambient violet-gold light emitting from the room's newly integrated energy nodes. The star-shaped scar on my right palm hummed against the iron armrest, completely synced with the entire city's infrastructure.

The hidden wealth of the Lycans is on full display in the palace. We stop at the bottom of the steps and look at the thrones. In comparison to the ones in my kingdom, they are dull and generic. My throne is nothing like these. My throne was carved from marble and ocean jasper, with Poseidon’s image carved as the back and two tridents posed facing forward. But these are nice in their own way.

Secondly,the silver throne,situated right handed besides the golden throne meant for Luna's alone,mom has that all wrapt beneath her possession. And finally, the bronze throne,aquincted to the alphas offsprings,either male or female. It's obviously the least and smallest amongst the trio throne and being two sons, double bronze thrones appear situated besides the golden throne,one directly besides it's left and the other situated on it's right after the silver decorated throne. "Hurry up brother,much are yet to be settled" Drake chuckles,once again pulling me outta the dumb imaginary world. "Am sorry,I really am sorry" I openly apologise before heading to my bronze throne rightly situated be