Novel & Cerita The Jasmine Throne

Jasmine said with a dejected look, making a cute pout. Walking towards the forests quietly while Daniel was following her, she stopped at the clearing before taking a deep breath. "Jasmine, what are you-" Daniel started but stopped when he saw her body emitting black fog. "Jasmine! What the hell? You are not allowed to perform your magic here." Daniel shouted but to no avail did she stopped as she lifted herself in the air. Soon he saw a throne seat, even bigger than that of what was placed in the mansion, embedded with beautiful gems.

​"You think a little light can stop what's coming?" ​From the darkness a figure stepped out. It wasn't Thorne. It wasn't a Rogue. It was Jasmine.. Her eyes were no longer green and they weren't human. They were white, like the eyes of the Moon Goddesss chosen ones.. She wasn't holding a dagger. She was holding a crown. ​"The Sun had its day " Jasmine whispered, her voice sounding like ice cracking. "Now it's the Moons turn."

"Just don't drag me into it." Jayla smiled wryly and turned back to Jasmine. "See? Even Jade doesn't give a fat rat's tail about your little tantrum. Just admit it, Jasmine. You're always going to be second best. To me, to everybody." Jasmine’s entire body shook with anger. She stormed past Jayla, heading for the stairs, but not before throwing one last venomous glare over her shoulder. "Enjoy your throne while it lasts, Jayla," she hissed. "Because when I’m done, there won’t be anything left of it."

“The sapphire throne only recognizes the royal bloodline of Tiryn. Anyone else who tries to take it will find it difficult to wield—and might even get injured.” “You mean only you can defeat him, then?” Jasmine asked, rubbing her temple wearily. Her tone sounded frustrated, but she quickly looked at Cole, realizing her mistake. Cole, too, carried the royal bloodline of Tiryn. Cole frowned, the realization dawning on him as well. “I’ll take it and kill him,” he said curtly, as if unwilling to dwell on the ties that connected them.

No, it was the echoing magic that lingered in the rich black earth and the power of the churning waters below. Not that she wouldn’t have preferred an elegant house, complete with acres of marble and priceless works of art. She loves anything that screams of power and riches, and being an ordinary werewolf warrior was nothing but boring. She was not, after all, like her sister, who loves to kiss the council’s ass from time to time. Jasmine was different. She had the ambition to rule the land, and if being a queen of demons was the way, who was she to pass up the opportunity?

“Not me… I’m good staying here,” Vivian said proudly. “I’m going to continue climbing the social ladder and get on the King’s good gracious. I’m destined to be his Luna Queen and stand by his side.” Jasmine laughed, her eyes narrowing. “And what makes you think he’ll want you as his Luna Queen?” She asked, shaking her head. “You are not the one he chose for himself.” Her eyes turned in my direction for a moment before returning to Vivian.

Towering above them were synthetic cherry blossom trees, their petals made of soft, cascading hard-light holograms that drifted weightlessly through the pristine, climate-controlled air. "I feel like I need to wipe my boots," Jax muttered, looking down at the oil and black ash dripping from his chopper's tires onto the flawless mirror floor. "Keep your engines running," Dax ordered, his amber eyes scanning the deceptive tranquility of the garden. "We didn't come here to admire the landscaping." At the far end of the obsidian courtyard, perfectly framed by the holographic falling petals, sat the Chrome Throne. It was a minimalist masterpiece of floating silver metal. And sitting upon it was t

The lady in red. "The men have killed Vander and all the members of the Royal family. We are ready to take your orders" she continued My heart nearly seized. I couldn't believe my ears. "Are you sure they're all dead. I want no witnesses. I want no mistakes" Thorne said with not an ounce of sympathy in his voice. "Don't you trust me my love. The work is done. It is our throne now. All hail Thorne Blackwood, Lycan King of MoonShire"

“The queen’s no fun to break until the king’s already fallen.” I gritted my teeth. “She’s not some pawn, Tavon said. She’s relentless. She’ll come.” Linda laughed. “Let her.” Tavon’s voice lowered. “And what about the kid?” There was a pause. Then Linda said, “Collateral. If she won’t fall for the king, she’ll fall for the prince.” My blood turned to ice. Jasmine grabbed my arm to keep me from lunging forward. I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming.

Her Throne has never been shook before. The Third Throne, the West: ruled by Morrigan. She and Akasha are close friends. The second woman in the council. Her feminine rage is not to be tampered with. The Fourth Throne, the south: ruled by Atticus. He's the only friend I have in the council, the only one who's ever shown care and understands the pain I passed through, and certainly the only one who speaks in my favour anytime Marcellus objects me. The ladies are neutral, painfully.