Your Throne Medea Novels & Stories

The lady in red. "The men have killed Vander and all the members of the Royal family. We are ready to take your orders" she continued My heart nearly seized. I couldn't believe my ears. "Are you sure they're all dead. I want no witnesses. I want no mistakes" Thorne said with not an ounce of sympathy in his voice. "Don't you trust me my love. The work is done. It is our throne now. All hail Thorne Blackwood, Lycan King of MoonShire"

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

“There was no body. He could have somehow made it out.” “Then why hasn’t he come back?” Jason asked. “How could he leave the throne empty at such a critical time?” “He didn’t leave it empty.” I said, strength suddenly rushing back into my limbs. “I’m right here aren’t I?” “You’re an Omega.” Jason’s voice went cold, all previous illusions of respect washed away cleanly from it within seconds. “You cannot sit on the throne as King. Even if you were his mate.” “So this is why you dragged us all here.” Brandon sneered. “You’re eyeing the throne.”

Daddy, I went to meet archangel Gabriel one-on-one, and he told me that our throne had been soiled, and he asked what I was going to do about it, and I promised him I would restore the throne to its former glory. I accepted his gift and traveled to the Valley of the Shadow of Death. I realized that with the help of the almighty, fifty-five people had been sacrificed on the throne. So, before we can do anything, those people's lives must be returned, and I've been able to bring the fifty-five souls back. Now we must go to the throne room and make some sacrifices. When may we walk to the throne room, His Majesty sighs and says, "Thank you, my son, elder sister."

I ignored it completely, my focus fixed on my Queen. "Come here, Lilith." She walked toward me like she owned the place, her chin lifted, her magic crackling around her fingertips. This was my Queen. This was the woman who had made me bleed and beg and burn for her. No ancient tradition, no shadow princess, no cosmic bullshit was going to take her from me. I grabbed the edge of the throne and dragged it forward, the grinding sound of stone on stone filling the chamber. The elders screamed in horror—the sacred throne, desecrated by human hands. Good. Fuck them.

Marisa and Apollo had shown no reaction since hearing her the other day. "Let us hear them out, it's important," Graysen gently drew her towards the couch, where she sat silently. She didn't even bother to look at him. "Since Fleurie didn't hear what we said the other day, I'm going to briefly explain," Medea said as she leaned forward. " Tsillah is returning, we want to help you defeat her, and since you gained powers from the souls, we will help you with your powers, and this is mostly what we talked about," Medea concluded, leaning closer to her mate who sat beside her silently.

Zedkiel leads me to the dais but stops at the steps, letting go of my waist, and takes my hand instead, kissing my knuckles softly. “Time to take your birthright.” He says quietly. Our eyes meet. This may be my birthright… but it is simply a life with him that I yearn for. I walk up the three steps slowly and turning gracefully; I take my seat upon the throne. Keeping my head held up high as I gaze out at the immortals before. The Goddess of Light, Thea makes her way through the crowds. I was already told prior that she would be leading the ritual.

Vnee Medea hints darkly that he may live to regret his decision, and secretly plans to kill both Mitchel and Allan. Vnee Medea was then said to have concocted a plan that would delay their marriage Allan and Michele, and it was one that involved poisoning the latter, but she accidentally kills the King of Grassland as well. So after the tragedy, the gods cursed her with the prophecy coins and made her the keeper.

They sat like that in the quiet study for a while. From the east wing they could hear Ela somewhere, narrating something at length to what sounded like two separate audiences, which suggested she had recruited both Sena and Theo into whatever project was currently under construction. Caden looked up slightly at the sound. "She is going to be magnificent," he said. "She already is," Mara said. He looked at her. She looked at him. The fire burned in the corner. The afternoon continued its quiet work.

Waiting. Silas’s voice went rough. “Mira… don’t look at it.” But I was already stepping forward. Without meaning to. Without permission. Just… pulled. Silas grabbed me instantly. “Mira!” I stopped. Barely. The pull didn’t stop. It tightened. The throne beneath the city responded to me like I was a missing piece. The Alpha’s son finally spoke, voice shaking. “That’s the original throne…” Kael turned sharply. “What does that mean?”