Your Throne Medea Novels & Stories

A delicate floral scent entered my nostrils, followed by the harsh odor of medicine. A dark blonde woman was lying in the center of an enormous bed with four posts decorated with white curtains. The woman slept very soundly and looked pale. She was gorgeous with her sharp nose and thin lips. Were her eyes blue? "Charlene, look who has come to see you." King placed his hand on my back and slightly pushed me to come closer. "Our true son. Is this why you've been in this condition all these years?" The man suddenly sobbed. He hid his face from me as his hand wiped his eyes. After clearing his throat softly, he turned back to his wife. "Get up, Charlene. The Moon Goddess has been kind enough to

Kael roared, struggling against the pull, claws out, teeth bared. And then came the voice. Not from the Prophetess. Not from the world. But from the throne itself. **“She is not the Queen.”** The Prophetess froze. The throne pulsed. Runes flared red. *“The Queen still sleeps.”* Darkness burst from the stone and slammed into the Prophetess, lifting her from the ground. Her scream tore the air apart. Rowan and Elara were caught mid-air, suspended in silver light. The throne cracked.

Kael’s grip tightened around my hand instinctively. The Queen looked toward him gently. “So I destroyed the second throne before the Trial could finish.” Another memory erupted violently outward. The first ruler reaching desperately for her while the second throne shattered apart beneath silver moonlight. “Please,” he begged brokenly. “Do not do this.” The Queen cried openly while existence collapsed around them. “I would rather lose eternity than lose you.” Then she destroyed the throne. And immediately, the Devourer awakened beneath reality. The memory shattered apart violently. Back in the fractured realm, horror spread across the celestial court.

“My only wish, find Azrael Thorn Execroz for me, and to tell him, I am waiting, down here at the Qiongs…with his future heir” Andromeda is confused and her heart is running rampant as she goes deeper into the deep blue sea. Different kinds of fishes swam beside her, and the reefs were swaying with the current. She felt alive once again, she wants to go back to her family, to the Sutra Kingdom where she truly belongs…but it’s too late now, she has a mission, and now, with that woman known as Vanessa Fergus, another mission added to her checklist. Is it bad to trust that woman’s words easily?

The chandelier above swung violently, though no wind stirred. The air grew heavy—thick with something old. A magic that wasn’t mine. A presence that filled the room like black smoke. Alika’s body lifted slightly off the settee, her hair rising as if underwater. Her lips moved— But it was Morrigan’s voice that came out. > “The vessel breaks, the bride awakens. This time, the throne shall not remain empty.” “No,” I said firmly, stepping forward. “She is not your throne.” I grabbed the silver blade again and slashed my palm, fresh blood spilling.

They actually declared war on the Queen, the Queen herself. The Queen would not run away yet. The Queen would watch as everything falls apart. The Queen would watch as Jasmine tries to manipulate Damon into a situation he cannot get out of.. Then when the carnival is at its peak, when the Contract Luna is supposed to stand beside her Alpha, the Queen, Elara would show them what happens when you try to control something that is very powerful like the Queen, Elara, who is like a sun.

My Alpha Female, my mate, had been gone a week surveying her territory. The moment she got back, I rejected our bond. "Just because I forgot your little trinket?" She laughed, blue eyes careless as ever. "Yes." I stared at her, face a mask. Seven days ago, Rowan, Alpha Female of the Silvermoon Ridge Pack, took her core warriors to inspect a newly acquired mining territory. When she returned, she had gifts for everyone. Even the border patrol got aged liquor. She forgot the only thing that mattered. The pure Moonstone I needed to soothe my burning Alpha blood. I'd waited two months. Then her new Omega scribe, Finn, posted a selfie on the pack network—showing off a wolf-fang necklace carved f

But they pushed on. Until they reached the center. There was a throne. Black stone. Empty. "He wants me to sit on it," Diva breathed. "To rule with him." "You don't belong here." She spun. "But I do. Part of me was always from here. That's why the relic responded to me." Derek fell silent. She stepped towards the throne. He caught her hand. "You're more than your darkness." The throne pulsed. A voice arose from the abyss.

This was so much information and part of me started doubting Veronica. I folded my hands looking at her and she splayed her hands, “I’m serious, Pyra. No one is allowed into the throne room except the pack’s rulers.” “Since you know a lot, what does it look like?” I asked with my brows high up and a smirk played at the corners of my mouth. Veronica groaned and rolled her eyes, “I’ve told you before. It is a throne of flames, made by the moon goddess herself and one more thing…” she trailed off, looking deep into my eyes like she just discovered a final piece to a puzzle.

I could never. “Octavia has been doing it for years, remember she is a demi goddess,” he replied. I nod my head. Well, her mother is a moon goddess, and she was born so many centuries ago, and she is also born to rule. I don’t think I am born to rule though because I always shy away from such responsibilities, but now I guess I have to take control of my life. Guards opened the door, and we went in and it looked like a throne room. And it is because there are three thrones at the end of the room, all of them were of different sizes. The bigger one in the middle and the smaller one on the right, beside the smaller throne, is a comfortable cushion with Sky written on it. We went to the thrones