Your Throne Medea Novels & Stories

“Elara, don’t.” “I’m offering her freedom,” the god said, voice honeyed with poison. “A chance to rule instead of obey.” Silence fell again. And then— Elara stepped forward. The men shouted—Kael surged toward her, Vesper’s magic burst to life, Dain cursed—but none of it mattered. The moment her palm touched the obsidian throne, the realm split open like a wound. Visions poured into her mind—centuries of blood, of betrayal, of queens who bowed and broke. Of men who died in her name. Of kingdoms made and unmade by love.

I placed my hand on its surface. And it burned. Fire came out from my palm but it didn’t consume the stone. It awakened it. The throne sang a low, resonant hum that vibrated through the earth. And then, one by one, the mirrors scattered. Except one. The one showing the merged version of me. The true queen. “You are worthy,” the twin whispered. “But not fully yet.” A chest rose from the pool,black iron, sealed with a lock shaped like two serpents biting each other’s tails.

I asked, lowering myself beside Olena, one knee sinking to the floor, my hand resting warm against the back of her neck as she leaned into the chair, fragile and pale. “Your name triggered it,” Medea murmured as I lifted an eyebrow, confusion settling in my chest, not sure if she was speaking to me or to the shadows around us. “There’s no way you don’t remember,” Medea scoffed. “seeing her in your dreams, in your class, right beside you when you were a child… what a shame” My jaw tightened, a smirk twisting my mouth even as my fists curled at her last words, heat running through my chest “I think you should watch how you use your tongue before I remind you who the king is here”

"Four Flameguard assassinations in twelve hours. All by fellow wolves. All claiming visions. You know what this means." Maera nodded grimly. "The Bone Throne has awakened." Xavier paced near the high window, face drawn. "And Arion sits on it." Councilwoman Veyra shook her head. "Impossible. The Throne only answers to bloodlines of the First Flame." "He was bred," Kato growled. "Made with Flameblood marrow. And Umbra rites. A lab-born king, maybe—but still threaded with their line." Ceres turned toward them all. "He's not using the throne as a seat. He's using it as a signal. A broadcast. He's projecting pain. Doubt. Turning their thoughts against them."

Her attention was locked on the throne—the floating, impossible throne forged from Gate-light and ancient bone—still cracked, still unstable, still pulsing with the last remnants of her divine touch. Her power hummed inside her like wings beating to escape. She knew. She knew what she had to do. “No,” she whispered. “If we run, he follows us into the world. He destroys everything.” Kael’s eyes widened in horror. “Aria, don’t even think—” “We have to destroy the throne,” she said. Auren shook his head violently. “You can’t. It’s part of you now. If the throne dies—” “I might die with it,” she finished.

She occupys the bronze throne before ascending to luna queen where she occupies the silver throne. The bronze throne is soon to be occupied by Freya if alpha Douglas's mate remains hidden and unfound. She'll occupy the throne and acquire more power and authority. I greatly hope my dreams and desires manifests before her ascension. If not, my suffering is only destined to heighten. If I eventually survive this trial and witness Freya's ascension of the bronze throne, am certain to be a tip from death. Her heightened authority will simultaneously heighten my suffering. She'll definitely misuse the ascertained power to my suffering.

Jump out of this damn hoodie and blind this dude! Okay that was stupid. "Escalia was a very powerful woman but ever since she put to bed, her powers have weakened because she wasn't just giving birth to one but two. Over the years, she has been poisoned continuously by an unknown person who is trying to overthrow her. Goddesses are not immortal, only the one who created them has immortality" "Maybe you should try contacting her children. They'll be way better for this job" Kellyn said. "I have done just that". Everything clicked into place. We are Escalia's children?

And if it reached the pack elders—if Silas heard that his son was favoring a human, that the future Alpha was being influenced—it would plant seeds of mistrust. Doubt was all she needed. Alaric would have to choose. And Bianca would make sure he chose the throne. And if she couldn’t, she was sure his parents would do it for her. They always did. She stared at her reflection in the dark window. The city lights flickered behind her. You don't get to have him, she thought. Not while I'm still here.

“It is about inheritance.” Before I could move, the broken pieces of the First Throne suddenly began to glow with a blinding, ethereal silver light. Beams of energy shot out from the stones, wrapping tightly around my waist and ankles. “Athena, get away from it!” my mother screamed, running toward me. I couldn't move. The throne was pulling me toward its center with the force of a tidal wave. Buck lunged forward, grabbing my waist with both arms. “I've got you! I'm not letting you go!”

And utterly devoid of remorse. “I was wondering when you’d come,” the woman said. Isolde swallowed. “What are you?” The other Isolde circled her like a reflection cut free. “I’m the version of you that said yes. To all of it. The Fold. The power. The throne.” “Throne?” The woman stopped, smiled, and nodded toward the horizon. There, beyond the columns, a throne rose from obsidian stone. And at its base, the remnants of other thrones, shattered. Broken. Burned.