Your Throne Medea Novels & Stories

Elaine said lividly. Medea snorted. "I am not surprised. News has it that she had her reduced to nothing but a serving wench. And everyone knows that she cares about nobody else but herself and the men whom she coerces into her bed,” Medea mumbled in displeasure. "If she was not queen, I'd give her a piece of my mind," Elaine stated in indignation. Theresa glanced from one woman to the other, "Am I in some kind of trouble?" She warily asked.

She says making me go silent to listen to her. "Of course, you know that too, because as much as I am happy that you have found someone you can pronounce you love even if it sounds very dumb as its your first time meeting her, we both know something does not sit right, with the king being killed by the stake of Adonis and finding a human that looks just like the goddess, Aphrodite." She tells me honestly as I still remain silent knowing that her words are true and bothering, to say. Adonis and Aphrodite, what is the lord of the heavens planning?

Their words filled me with warmth, and I found myself laughing, feeling like I was truly ready for whatever tomorrow would bring. The night before my coronation and wedding, I lay in bed, gazing at the ceiling, thoughts swirling through my mind. Queen Medea’s words echoed in my heart, a steady reminder of the strength within me. And as I drifted off to sleep, a calmness settled over me, a feeling that for the first time, I wasn’t just fighting for survival—I was fighting for a future I truly believed in.

As I gazed upon their triumphant faces, I knew that this was only the beginning of our epic journey. Dynaris stepped forward, her eyes shining with a sense of pride and purpose. She approached the throne, now transformed from a dark and foreboding seat of power to a radiant, golden symbol of hope and renewal. With a gentle reverence, she reached out and touched the throne's armrest, feeling the warmth and energy emanating from it.

"Let her watch the lowlands drown from her seat." ​The grand throne room is a landscape of humiliation. ​The high, cracked glass windows look out over a lower courtyard that is entirely consumed by fire and blood, the black liquid shadow of Clyde’s wolf-spirit thrashing against a sea of western iron below. I am shoved onto the cold obsidian throne, my silver-cuffed wrists resting heavily on the stone armrests, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as the silver poison burns through my skin. ​Diana paces before the dais, her grey silk kirtle trailing in the dust, her eyes fixed on the low, beautiful curve of my stomach. Malakai’s spies were thorough; she knows exactly why my fire is broken

And they were walking straight into it. The throne itself rose from the center of the Vale, carved from obsidian and bone, crowned with flame that never flickered. It pulsed with ancient magic, the kind that didn’t ask permission. Aria felt it in her chest, pressing against the unborn flame inside her. Luna stopped walking. “He’s here,” she said. Kaelion nodded. “Then we finish this.”

“This place is full of people you can’t trust. You can only trust me, at least for now. Not Damien. If he knows you’re not yet a wolf, he is going to fight to claim the throne and probably claim you are an Omega, and we don’t know that yet. If he decides to try and claim the throne, everything is against you. You don’t have any fight abilities, you’re not yet a full wolf—you’re going to lose. And you lose the throne along with it.” I nodded, understanding what he meant. But I thought to myself. Do I even want this throne? It seems like a deadly thing to fight for. Was I ready to fight for something so deep and important to these people? I just wanted to shut him out. I would think about it.

Him dying in peace and going to hell that befits him pays off that him been stabbed and stoned to death on the very spot of his sickbed where he lies. "D, once we are able to urge them to go back to their respective homes and leave the fight for another day, we should go help Mother to pack the luggages back to our new home. They can have the throne since lastest tonight, Father will be gone."I quickly quipped and he nodded in understanding. Snapping my head to face the uproar, I was alarmed when I almost slammed my face into one of them bulky chest. Crap, thank my luck. "Get away from the door kids! We are here to see the most worstest and cruel Alpha we have ever let on the throne."One fro

On the other side of the door, Lady Morgan was pleading with the man, knowing full well that nothing could be done to stop them. "The kingdom doesn't have the time to be without its queen. Katherina Daventin is the sole successor to the throne." The man said firmly, trying not to alarm the lady even more. Katherine stepped back in surprise after hearing her name. She quickly went back to her room and changed out of her nightgown before making her way to the maid's quarters to look for Eleanor. To her surprise, she couldn't find the person she was looking for. She passed by some of the maids that were holding fresh sheets in the hands.

I leaned back in my chair, my fingers steepling as I contemplated the implications. "Everything I've been preparing for hinges on this moment, Marcus. Lex thinks he's safe, but he has no idea what's coming." "You're not just talking about crashing the wedding, are you?" Marcus asked, his tone a bit suspicious. "You're planning to take the throne back." "Exactly," I replied, my voice low and steady. "I will bring doom upon that wedding and reclaim what is rightfully mine. And then, I will wed my brother's Luna." Marcus gasped and cleared his throat. It was something he always did whenever he was skeptical about something.