Novel & Cerita Jade Dynasty

When I focused all of my powers into extracting it from Beta Bernard, my mind was disturbed by memories of how the Jade had been passed down through generations. Many years after Jenna and Ophelia's death, the farmers working on the land to build a bridge dug up Jenna's remains from her grave, and that was how they discovered the Moon Jade. It was later passed on from one Alpha to another, a King to another, a governor, a Duke, a duchess, and they all had one name for it: “the cursed gemstone” due to the number of people who had died because of it.

“Sir, the jet Miss Jade was on has just landed. Her parents even closed their private airstrip for her arrival,” reported one of the hired men, his voice hesitant. Ceynol narrowed his eyes at them. He already knew. News of Jade’s return was on every TV station and social media platform. The Vine family was no ordinary lineage. Their name carried weight in the Philippines, synonymous with power and prestige. Unlike Ceynol’s family, who built their empire from the ground up with blood, sweat, and tears, the Vines had long been wealthy, a dynasty rooted in old money and influence.

Wilbur brought back two pristine jades, which meant they did not have owners. Ancient jades without past owners meant that they were pure and not used or carved. However, the two pieces of jade collectibles Wilbur brought back were finished products with clear engravings. It proved that the jades were processed, but for some reason had no owners to claim them. According to Wilbur's knowledge of Rostead and Terya, the people of these small nations love jades. A thousand years ago, the people of these nations were into wearing jades.

The King himself comes to meet that woman. “That is Ivy Rochdale,” Jade says, “daughter of the King’s Beta. She trained to be a warrior. One of the few female warriors with a rank. I’ve met her before in one of the Gatherings. She’s a bitch.” Jade turns to me. “And madly in love with your prince.” My head snaps in her direction. “What?” She scoffs. “Everyone’s convinced they’re meant to be. Since they were children. Some even believed that she would be his fated mate. You have competition.”

She went back to speaking to mom. “Jade’s mother and I were very close. Remember the elf from the Flamell branch? We were like sisters. She became the Queen of the Flamell before it had fallen. She fell right along with it. She had a daughter. That daughter is Jade. Only Jade isn’t her name and she doesn’t know her story yet.” “That would make Jade the lost queen. Oh that poor girl. I thought you and that friend had a falling out or something because I hadn’t seen her in forever. Oh my goodness mother I’m so sorry.” My mother said.

Or their origin pack, the Il Sovrano Pack. Jadong Neugdae Pack is as old as the Luna Puer Pack that they’d been running along with the Luna Puers during World War II. According to the gossips, Jadong Neugdae Pack had served the earliest Kings of the old Irish Kingdom back in the day. Their Alpha is the wordy, Armand Daniel.

“It’s not every day you see someone who owns a green imperial jadeite because it’s one of the rarest gemstones in the world. And that’s what you are—my own one-of-a-kind Jadeite, my precious gemstone—and there’s only one of you for me in this world. Only one Jade, rare and second to known. You could be broken in so many ways, and you’ll still be the most precious gem in my sight.” She blinks, her lips trembling, and I watch her try to find back her tears. “There are so many people who claim to be nobles; there’s always an Arya everywhere you turn. You don’t just turn and happen to come across a Jadeite anywhere and everywhere. You are rare, Jade. You are precious, my broken gem that’s still

Jade now walks to where Joan stood, Jade was able to see the wooden plaque above the shelf stating the genre of books 'Werewolf History & Ancestry'. "Aren't seers supposed to be educated about werewolf history?" Jade questions, Jade knew a bit about the seers since her mother had made it sure to teach her ever since they'd found out that she was a hybrid. Sadly, Jade's Grandma passed away when she was six, so she doesn't remember her clearly, her memories were hazy. She remembered her warm smile, and emerald green eyes full of life, which Jade had inherited. According to her parents, her grandma was a witch and was mated to an Alpha, which was unusual, Her mom was their only child, sadly she

His investments supported nearly a third of our pack's commercial expansion. As much as I disliked political banquets… Maintaining that relationship was useful. Jade smiled as the servants hurried to open my door. "My father will be delighted you came." She linked her arm through mine and I resisted the urge to sigh. Ever since Iris left...Jade had become increasingly confident that she would eventually stand beside me. The council certainly encouraged the idea. She was beautiful and educated. From one of the wealthiest families in Red Crescent. Everything an Alpha's Luna should be and everything the elders wanted.

"Aldric. We have come to bring you home." Jade remained seated on his throne of flowers. His consorts flanked him, their expressions carefully neutral. "Home," Jade repeated. "You mean the place where I was supposed to be safe but Instead sent people to kill me? The place where you sent people to harass me? The place where you conveniently forgot about me until I became useful?" Lady Wei's smile did not falter. "The council has always had your best interests at heart. You are Yao. You belong with us. Your power, your consorts, your destiny. It all lies with the Yao."