The Jasmine Throne Novels & Stories

Lucian responded, as they approached the grand hall, the guards pushed open the door in their wake, and with a short polite nod of the head to Advisor Daniel, they began to discuss. "As you both already know the rule of cardinal has chosen a queen bearing the name Katherina Daventin. She is fairly young, 17 summers old I believe, and she needs to be trained in the way of a queen," Daniel stepped forth towards Lucian indicating that it was his duty. "General Williams, now that you're here the throne will be presented to you until the queen is deemed ready, as you see fit, an official decree will be passed out in the morning. Until then all hail the King!" The advisor spoke with faith not want

she said with her gaze on the lingerie, nightgowns, and other expensive dresses hanging inside the wardrobe. "Well, it's yours now!" Colton said. "Ha!" Jasmine turned her sharp gaze to Colton, " I won't wear those!" she said strongly, " I want my old ones back!" she demanded. "Oh, I'm sorry but I have let Alexis throw them in the trash!" Colton replied without a hint of regret. "What?!" Jasmine's eyes went wide open in disbelief! "Why did you do that?!" "Who gave you the permission to throw away my belongings?!" Jasmine is now mad!

“How's your morning going? You look a bit moody though. What's wrong?” “It's nothing. I just had something on my mind. Why are you here by the way?” She drew closer until we were only inches apart. One would think what she was about to say needed privacy. “The Hearten Rose has collaborated with the academy, remember? They're hoping we'll be able to find suitable suitors and mates by coming here during your tournaments.” “Oh I see,” I blurted even though I knew already. “I don't need to search when I've got you,” she added out of the blue. I sneered, watching her giggle in excitement.

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.

The glyph projected a shape, not a man, not a creature, but a throne. A throne made of shadows, moonlight, and starlight woven together—three parts. Triad and Convergent. The original throne. The First Throne. Alessia’s heart pounded. She whispered, “The Architect wasn’t trying to create power.” “He was trying to reclaim it,” Selene finished. The throne pulsed again. —Descendant. —Bearer. —Claim what was denied. Kael stepped in front of her. “No,” he said firmly. “She’s not touching that.”

"For the throne?" Jamal asked breaking the silence that was already looming. Everyone was lost in their thought wondering what Jasmine meant by the throne. Could someone be after the throne, and had kidnapped the queen for that?. Or was there a hidden motive behind it?. They wanted to know as much as Jamal. "Can we go in?" Jasmine said. "We will give you every detail we know. Someone might be listening" They headed inside the house and settled in Jasmine's room. Her room was at the far end of the house which makes it safer.

But Kiara's expression says it all. Her midnight orbs were filled with hatred and bitterness, I leisurely glanced away. She can keep the Queen's throne if that's what she wants so badly. At the moment, my peace of mind is my first priority. Getting closer, Jackson descended down his throne and came to get me. His Jasmine scent became very strong as he got closer, but I fought the urge to fall for it again. He wanted to hold me but I made sure to walk past him. This didn't go unnoticed by everyone. I ascended the throne and stood in front of my claimed seat, Jackson was still gazing at me confusedly.

Hmph, The methana methanla, whatever her name was sure had guts. Jasmine pushed the throne room door open and she stopped walking. "What happened why did you stop" I asked. "A maid that doesn't belong to the throne room, dares not step in or face severe consequences" She said bowing and I raised my brows. What outrageous rule was that, as far as she worked in the kingdom, she should have right into this place. The Alpha as I presumed and know is totally heartless, wicked and inconsiderate. I scoffed as I made my way into the throne room having elderly chiefs sitting at each side of the throne and the main deal.

The throne-bearer. She walked into the Vault as if she had been walking a straight line through time. Her eyes glowed silver now. She lifted one hand. And the air darkened. And the wolves of the throne started flooding the room behind her. Caspian reached for me. But she spoke directly to me. “The blood remembers its proper name. Come forward, Jasmine Hale.” I stepped back. “No.” Elara shouted, “Jasmine—don’t listen—” But it was too late. The brand on Elara's hand flickered red and hot. And my rune?

Determined this night would not be spent alone and unsatisfied, Keilor walked out. Wiley’s eyes were glazed as she stared at the door. The late afternoon sunlight from the hall windows gave it an almost holy glow. It was covered with mother-of-pearl and inlaid with golden scrollwork, but it was doubtful she even saw the art. “I can’t do it. My mother’s in there.” She turned and gripped Jasmine’s arms. Her hands trembled. Jasmine wore a Grecian inspired gown of dark red with slit silk sleeves. Three tiny gold clips held the seams together, and her grip caused one of them to dig into Jasmine’s arm.