Your Throne Medea Novels & Stories

"I will not bow to your false reign." But Tonya, empowered by her connection to the Earth Goddess and emboldened by her rightful claim to the throne, meets the queen's defiance with a steely resolve. "Your tyranny ends now," she declares, her voice ringing with authority. "The time has come for our kingdom to embrace the light and cast aside the darkness that has plagued us for far too long." With a surge of determination, Tonya and Alaric prepare to face their adversaries, their hearts united in a shared purpose. Teago, torn between his loyalty to the queen and his own inner turmoil, stands at a crossroads, his fate hanging in the balance.

She was Elinor Pendragon, the fiancé of the late crown prince and the one next in line for the throne. It was set in stone for her to have a bloodied path and she didn’t wish for Azeph to walk it down with her. Not after the assassination attempt that made it really clear that she was not safe. She could never be safe, not even if she became queen. That was the life of people in the royal family. This is what it means to carry the royal bloodline within you. Azeph pulled back his hand on her cheeks. “Would you like to watch the sunset with me?” He asked and she nodded,

“The throne is cursed? Is that what you were trying to say?” “Yes, miss. No one touches the throne even if it’s to clean it. It was engraved and molded by what is known as “hellfire”. It is of pure gold and burns anyone who touches it mistakenly or intentionally and the burn would never heal. Only the destined king can touch it, our past queens never touched it and any one of them who tried to, died from the incurable injury.” Darius explained as everyone stared at me in shock and dread or to be specific, my hands on the throne arm.

Anrina was strapped tightly to the interrogation chair. "Leon! I was the one who helped you take the throne! You can't do this to me!" Leon crouched in front of her and slowly flipped open the diary, holding each page up for her to see. "You helped me? "You stole her achievements. And you got her, and my child was killed." Anrina instantly collapsed to her knees, smashing her forehead against the floor as she begged for mercy. Leon leaned against the wall and watched in silence, his face completely unreadable.

Then, her eyes snapped back to me, filled with a wild, desperate hatred. "You bitch! This is all your fault! You couldn't just disappear! You stole my glory! My baby's future! I'm carrying his heir, not you! I am the Luna!" She repeated the words "I am the Luna" like a frantic mantra, even as the royal guards began to close in, their faces impassive. And in the middle of the chaos— An earth-shattering CRACK ripped through the air. The massive bronze gates of the plaza didn't open. They were obliterated, blown inward as if struck by a god.

“Is your daughter truly the only direct link to the royal house of Eyrotia? There is one who lives among you, born from the loins of the first queen, she works as a servant for your daughter. Is she not of royal birth too?” Merea clenched her teeth and tried hard not to show her hatred for Phoenix. “But my daughter has been declared the only heir to the throne. If my daughter were to get dedicated to you the throne will fall to the cursed child, Phoenix and I do not wish for that to happen.” She put her hands together to beg. “Please, goddess, mother of the earth, take this cursed child instead and let my daughter live to fulfill her destiny.”

But that throne changed us all. Even me and him. He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom. The path to the throne is paved with thorns, pain and blood. To win, I’ll risk it all. I should risk all of that I have even if my heart is included. --- ETHAN ASH PENDLETON

The Throne shatters and grows in the same breath, spines twisting like serpents. And in the heart of it— Us. Burning. Breaking. Becoming. The Throne roars a promise in my skull: If I can’t have you, I’ll take HER. And then— Everything goes white.

Balchazar looked at me, seeing the dried tears on my face. "Not if we don't wage a serious attack at first my queen." "So, Medusa steals the bolt while we wage a small war, is that all! That won't give me the throne of Olympus! I need a better plan Balchazar! Don't let me regret not sealing you up!" Hades was such a spoilt bastard, well considering how his parents were, I'm not surprised he ended up this way, honestly, I expected him to be worse.

He was being followed by Queen Erasma and her warriors thereafter. The Queen of the Medean Mountain walks with her chin being held up with arrogance and with a fierce look. Even the male werewolf warriors dare not to look at her. Their heads are looking down as the Queen together with her female warriors pass by. “My Alpha King, we are near the throne’s hall already. The Medean Queen has twelve companions and some of her warriors were left in their ship.” Beta Manro is mind-linking the Alpha King while walking toward the throne hall. When they reach the throne’s hall, Beta Manro like a gentleman, sidesteps and bows his head while his hand motions to the Medean Queen’s group to go ahead and e