Your Throne Medea Novels & Stories

The water grows thick with anticipation, and in that moment, the collective gaze shifts, noticing Madissa seated beside the queen on her smaller throne upon the dais. Resting in Madissa's lap is a beautiful box, adorned intricately with delicate seashells that shimmer in the ambient light. Its craftsmanship speaks of meticulous care and attention to detail, reflecting the beauty and elegance of the merfolk kingdom. The box holds a hidden treasure, a secret waiting to be unveiled. A small, knowing smile graces Queen Thalassa's lips as she observes the box, fully aware of its significance. With a fluid motion, she raises her hands, her fingers gracefully forming the signs that convey her quest

She managed to stand, scowling back at her. " You ruined Axion's life because of your stupid greed and quest for power. Because of you, he hated himself for being an ugly beast and at the same a Dark Genie. You almost destroyed him! " " And I'm gonna do more, Phoenix! " Medusa growled, cutting her off. " I won't stop until I kill him and use his blood to make myself more powerful than that stupid King of all Dark Genie and take over the throne as the authorized Queen "

she asked. The first throne, it answered. The silence that reigned before creation. When the Rogue King tried to claim the void, he stole from me. Mia’s pulse quickened. “You’re the source of his power.” No. I am the source of everything. He merely remembered my name. The cracks widened. Light poured through them in threads of gold and black, wrapping around her like chains. “You can’t control this realm,” she said. “It’s mine now.” Then you will learn what a throne costs to keep.

Cassian looked at me. “Her promise.” I held his gaze. “What reward?” The chamber went quiet. “The first throne restored.” Orochi’s smile vanished. Cassian continued. “The ruler who wakes it may command every blood kingdom tied to the drowned crown.” The mark on my palm pulsed. The ancient throne answered. Its eyes opened again. Red light crossed the floor and circled my feet. Orochi rose sharply. “No.” Cassian’s voice remained calm. “The queen returned. The door opened. The guardian woke. The first throne has accepted blood.”

Brothers turning against brothers. Entire armies marching beneath banners she didn’t recognize. Screams echoed through her mind. Pain. Loss. Death. Then another vision appeared. A throne. Ancient. Beautiful. Terrible. Carved from silver stone. Standing alone atop a mountain. Darkness surrounded it. Not ordinary darkness. Living darkness. Waiting. Hungry. And sitting upon that throne— Aria. She froze. The image was unmistakable. It was her. Yet not the girl she recognized.

"Let go of your hate. It is eating you alive." Maeve sobs. The darkness around her fades. Her red eyes flicker to brown. "I am sorry," she chokes. "I am so sorry." "I know." My mother rises and turns to me. "The rite is complete. The throne is yours." She begins to fade. "No," I cry. "Do not go." "I will always be with you. In your mark. In your heart." She smiles. "Be the queen I could not be." She vanishes.

I pushed him over the edge. Sebastian's face twisted in rage as he bellowed, "Out! Get out now!" The door slammed shut behind me. I let out a wry chuckle, picked up a stray garment from the floor, and tucked it into my suitcase. In the dimly lit room of the grand villa, Rosa's voice trembled with a mix of urgency and regret. "Don, this is all my fault. I've put you in such a tough spot. Maybe I should just hand the title of Mrs. back to Ms. DeLuca?"

Landon POV Ten years on this throne. No Mark. No Mate. And three months… “Turn around and take off your robes.” The high priestess’s voice rang loudly across the throne room, interrupting my thoughts. “Your grace? You can check now.” Tristan, my beta whispered. “They are all the remaining maidens born under the blood moon.” I lifted my head, my eyes roamed across their bare backs—one after the other till the last one standing, and it was all empty—their lower back.

“In that case, I’ll burn my own soul before you ever get the chance.” He stepped forward, approaching the throne. The closer he walked, the harder the embers around it pulsed. Each step left a glowing red mark on the stone floor. Until finally, the embers beneath his feet came alive, swirling like a vortex. The throne radiated light, swallowing everything in sight. Then he saw them, the figures who supported him. Arion standing to the left, smiling calmly in his torn robe. Mireya watches through tears of flame, her face gentle yet full of resolve.

He brought the medicinal paste that he had prepared in autumn from the fattest prey. The chieftain finally recovered within three days. I felt relieved that the chieftain was alright. Sean did not have to go out if that was the case. The pregnant females in the tribe began giving birth in the first month of winter. The tribe's females had strong bodies; they could give birth smoothly as long as they were well cared for. However, it was not the same case for Autumn. She had been pregnant with the offspring of the serpent man in her past life. Serpent offspring came from eggs, so Autumn also gave birth to eggs back then.