The Jasmine Throne Novels & Stories

Third Person's P.O.V "What?! Jasmine is Lord Fredrick's Daughter?" Micheal's eyes widened in shock, he couldn't believe what he was nearing nor anyone else in the room could. It was so sudden that it left everyone in disbelief and somehow in denial. "Yes, she is," Martha said, "She is the princess of the Vaidel dynasty whom none had ever seen, the only daughter of Lord Fredrick and Queen Katherine— Jasmine Doloris Winchester. " "What the hell are you talking about? The princess was found dead beside Queen Katherine's body." Elijah decided to speak.

“With your drugs that you thought could control me? Or with your body that serves both Angelina and me?” “No way…” His lips trembled uncontrollably. “You clearly took them every day…” Angelina’s face instantly turned red. She slammed the table and shouted, “Throw this madwoman out of the family!” I ignored her shouting and slowly removed the glove from my right hand. I raised my hand. On my thumb was an ancient, heavy black-gold ring, engraved with the family emblem—a phoenix in flames. The don’s ring was the symbol of the family’s highest authority. The entire room fell silent.

Valentine said madly. "I agree, she's not even taking the student council president position even though that's for her and just wandered around like she had already graduated," Lady Jasmine also complained. Lady Jasmine Mortis Jam is the heir to the dukedom of Jam from the western territory. She also has the same age as me and she has beautiful blue eyes and purple hair. "Stop complaining, if someone hears you, all of you will be troubled," I told them as we walked towards the private room in the school library.

Nothing is kept hidden from me. "Yes, my king", she said, and did her best to stand up, bow, and limped away. I sighed to myself as I punched a wall in my palace. The blood moon is one week from today. One week and I will finally complete my father's wish, becoming the strongest demon. Maybe even stronger than him, and I will finally take my rightful place on the throne of hell. Jasmine will indeed make a fine queen of hell, since I know her transformation into a demon is almost complete. She will soon come to me willingly, but I still need tabs kept on her. Until then, preparations are to be made. Preparations indeed.

Or a warning. As my feet touch the stone path leading to the palace gates, my shoulders pull back; my chin lifts. I’m not here to play the lost daughter. I’m here to claim my place and make those who tried to kill me pay with their lives. Behind me, Fury steps down and helps Jasmine out of the carriage. She’s dressed in soft white, her long sleeves delicate as silk, glowing like moonlight beside me. Innocence. Peace. Where I am the storm, she is the calm. But even in her fragile rebirth, she holds her head high. There’s a tremble in her hands, barely visible—but she’s trying. She’s trying to be brave.

“I don’t give a shit.” Darius blocked the path. “King Riven ordered everyone to stand down until he speaks to you.” “He can order whatever the fuck he wants.” “Kade.” Jasmine’s voice dropped. “Stop and think. She left that mark on purpose. She wanted you to find it.” I turned on her. “You think I don’t know that?” “Then why run straight into another trap?” “Because I’m done playing her games.” Darius stepped closer. “You’re not thinking clearly. That woman just walked out of a locked Citadel with three fighters and a fire big enough to light the sky. She’s not some random rogue. And that symbol……”

“And I suppose you already have a plan?” Sienna’s lips quirked into a faint smile. “I do.” She turned her gaze toward the throne, the shadows around it pulsing in response. “The First King was right. Someone must take the throne to bind the world anew. But it won’t be a sacrifice.” She lifted a hand, and the air crackled. “It will be a beginning.” A deep, resonant hum echoed through the Hollow Realm as the throne shifted. The jagged stone smoothed, reshaping into something more defined, more absolute. The fractures in the sky seemed to pulse in time with it, as if responding to her will.

That means they are not sure that jasmine is alive. My heart beat pick up a bit, then silence. I rose, my voice cold. “You make bold claims, D’Arvenzi. But bold doesn’t mean true.” “I have names. Sightings. And magic traces that lead to your northern territories.” Ronan retorts, I see cracks in his brave facade. Pathetic Even Jasmine did better when I rejected her. I took one step forward, ignoring the flicker of protest from one of the Elders. I could feel Kael Tenebris’s eyes burning into my side.

The chieftain ceremony included a sky-offering ritual, so it was held at the mountain cliff. She realized that I, who was once inferior to her in everything, had become the wife of the chieftain, and she was filled with jealousy. She seized the opportunity when everyone was kneeling to worship the sky and charged at me to shove me off the cliff. "Lynn Jane, you've always been beneath me since we were kids. Why should you live better than me? Die!" she had yelled. Our families used to be neighbors, and my family had been better off than hers.

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.