Your Throne Medea Novels & Stories

I walked up the stairs. "Elowen!" he wailed. I didn't stop. Malachi's hand slid into mine. His power was comfort. "The throne is ready, for you, little star, " he whispered. Behind us a thousand angry wolves rose. They converged on the Alpha who had lost everything.

Sky King: “You were summoned as a courtesy. You answered with war. Kneel, child, and I will make it quick.” I step forward. Lightning crawls over my skin like it’s coming home. Celeste: “I don’t kneel. I ride.” I flip Sânge Furtună under my feet. The throne room has rails of frozen lightning running its length. I drop in. The war inside the Throne-ship begins. And every grind, every slash, every heartbeat is a message carved into the sky itself: This is our year. This is our sky. And we are just getting started.

The light poured from my hands, from the cracks in the throne, from the air itself. And when it faded — the room was still. The throne beneath me had changed. The obsidian was gone, replaced by pale stone streaked with silver. The cracks were gone, healed. Magnus rose slowly, eyes wide. “Impossible.” Vale was at my side in an instant, catching me as I slumped forward. My body trembled, drained. Cassian stared at the healed throne, whistling softly. “Well, guess we’re past the point of pretending she’s normal.”

“What if I become her anyway?” Selene dropped to her knees before him. “Then we keep choosing. Every day. Every moment. That’s all we can do.” --- The girl tilted her head. “There is another path,” she said. Selene looked up. “What?” “The throne is empty now. If someone else takes it, he won’t have to.” Elira flinched. “You mean me?” The girl smiled. “You already glow like a queen.” --- The throne pulsed. Theron shook his head. “No. Not her. Not anyone.”

She looked like a fragile little girl with a crown of King on her head. Yes, king. The crown which Thea was wearing belonged to the Kings of lycans. The crown belonged to Ares. The lycan King. Thea looked around when she saw a throne. The throne was majestic. She frowned. Why is there a throne in the basement? She went near the throne. Something compelled her to go near it. She didn't knew why but she placed the Crown on the throne.

As she immersed herself in this wondrous realm, she become a part of a grand tapestry of magic and delight, creating memories that will last a lifetime. At one side of the room was a majestic throne, “Is that a-“ Erica tried asking but she couldn’t complete the sentence because the Throne was so attractive and beautiful. She took steps towards it, the magical and majestic throne of the beastly king stood as a testament to both power and enchantment. “It is crafted from the ancient roots of mystical trees,” Dominic said as he went near the throne with Erica. The throne exuded an aura of raw strength and primal energy. The twisted branches intertwine, forming an intricate lattice that symboliz

I guess my ignorance was clear of my face. “... Jason was tasked with claiming the Golden Fleece from King Aietes. Aietes’s daughter fell madly in love with Jason and promised to help him pass all the tests her father put before him and claim the fleece if he promised to take her with him and marry her. With Medeia’s help Jason passed all the tests, however Aietes went back on his word and Jason had no choice but to steal the Golden Fleece, although it was guarded by a dragon that never slept. Medeia made a deal with Hypnos and Hypnos put the dragon to sleep, allowing Jason to steal the Golden Fleece without having to fight the dragon. The deal Medeia made is what betrothed us. In return for

His eyes darken. "Love wasn't part of the plan." Marcus steps forward. "The plan was simple." He points at me. "Awaken the bloodline." Then at Kael. "Bind it to another powerful Alpha." His smile widens. "And produce an heir strong enough to open the ancient throne." My stomach drops. "The throne?" Selene whispers, "The Moon Throne." Marcus nods. "The throne your ancestors abandoned." I look at my mother’s necklace. The symbol glows faintly.

The throne was empty now, but the flames still licked at the walls, creating dark shapes that seemed to creep closer. Elixir staggered, feeling lightheaded. “What was that?” The other Elixir approached her slowly. “A glimpse.” Elixir shook her head, refusing to accept it. “No, you’re trying to trick me.” The other smiled darkly. “You don't want to see it, but you know it's true, don’t you? The lure of the throne? The power it could give you?” Elixir swallowed hard. It was like an echo in her mind. The throne did call to her, a whisper she could almost feel in her bones. But she couldn’t trust it. She wouldn’t trust any of this.

Ander said, still trying to call Erin, but there was no answer. Scarlett stood up, drawing everyone’s attention. “Set the meeting, Carrie. I won’t let the family we built fall apart. If my child still has a mission, I’ll sit on the throne first. I’m getting better—I’m not that old to shirk responsibility. We’ll find out who the real enemy is.” She finished and headed upstairs to her room. “Oh, our Venice is back…” Rios grinned. They all shook their heads, breathing a little easier, knowing the story wasn’t ending here...