Novel & Cerita The Jasmine Throne

It was then that Jasmine had found her, gently wiping away her tears and complimenting her on her natural elegance and striking features. Jasmine had even bestowed upon her an exquisite jewel—the legendary *Lone Moon*, a piece said to have been crafted by werewolf artisans long ago, fit for a queen. As she left, Jasmine had softly advised, “Remember this, Isabella: every girl, whether human or with werewolf connections, is her own queen. Learn to love yourself.” Jasmine had been a guiding light for Isabella. Sadly, it had taken her far too long to recognize her own worth. “Isabella?”

Because then, she looked like the natural ruler that she had been groomed to become, that she had probably been until the untimely death of her fiance. Azeph had wondered if it was just the nobles wanting their party to take over the throne hence nominating her as a candidate. But now he could see that she was a worthy opponent for Louis. Maybe an opponent that may end up being harder to take on, since she is the direct descendant of the throne. "This place is beautiful," She said quietly as they passed through the gardens making their way toward the school campus. "It is. The headmaster takes great pride in this place and he takes care of it very well," Azeph answered, " This academy is as

"Even if she's Landon's child, we can't just welcome her as our leader. She allied herself to your pack who detained our Alpha and brainwashed our children. And why would we consider a girl who's still ignorant of our world as our head?" "Hey, wait! They're not brainwashing us, Dad!" Jasper exclaimed. "Sage! Show yourself to them," Iris insisted, dragging my mate from her hiding spot behind me. Sage drew her brows together and gazed still at the two of them. Then she rolled her eyes, sighing. "Do you know Sara of the Phantom? She's my mother."

she dropped her gaze to the broken figure, "You owe me your life; I believed in you when no one else did, I made you even though you were not mine." she dropped her bag on the floor, walked up to Ruslan, and squatted before him; gazing into his eyes, she murmured, "I still have that power, son; I can make you Pakhan in a..." She snapped her finger, "You will ascend, Ruslan. You will take it although it's not yours; I will put you in that seat," She smiled slyly, "But like you said, will I go out of my way for you when you do nothing for me."

I knew the talk at this meeting was intense. "Hi, Maddox," greeted a woman. We turned to her, the princess of the Western Kingdom. "I've set aside some gifts from our kingdom for you. Please accept it." "Ah." Maddox looked at the paper bag the young woman handed him. "Thank you." He accepted it reluctantly. "I hope you like it. It's tea we produce that grows in our country," she said. She looked back. "I have to go. The Queen is taking us for a walk. See you later!"

"Jasmine, be reasonable. You have always been the one who understands so why are you acting up now? Ava needs this chance. She has the look for the company events. You know how these things work in business. Appearances matter." I didn't know what to say so I just scoffed. Diana could not stay quiet. "Appearances? Jasmine is the talent behind Lancaster. Her designs made it pop. Clients loved her vision for plus-sized lines too. She celebrates bodies like hers. Not hides them. You all made her feel like she had to hide."

Claire’s POV “Please let me introduce everyone,” Thoran stands. “As you’ve met, Jax,” he nods. “This is Herk, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack.” He gestures to the hazel-eyed man. I hesitantly glance over at him. His smirk has become a grin. He reaches out for my hand, and I slowly take it to shake. But he brings it to his lips, eyes never leaving mine. “Nice to meet you, miss…?”

I felt the Sea-Singer’s loneliness. Sister, I called out. The North is no longer burning. The Sun has returned. Wake up. The song shifted. The Leviathans froze. For a heartbeat the darkness felt warm. Then the crystal palace shattered. A woman made of sapphire and starlight rose from the ruins. Her eyes were voids. A tiny spark of violet appeared in the center of them. The Moon a voice echoed. *You have the Moons crown.... You carry the scent of the man who broke it.*

On both sides of the aisle, dozens of the family's elite assassins knelt on one knee with their heads lowered in respect. I had changed into a dark crimson couture gown and sat lazily against a leather sofa chair, swirling a glass of red wine in my hand. The man seated across from me reached over and gently rubbed my head. Rossi Nostra. Heir to the Nostra family. The eldest son of the Don. My brother. "Welcome home, Principessa." I gazed quietly at the endless sea of clouds outside the window. "Brother." My voice was soft. "I want everyone involved in hurting my child... dead."

I've spent seven years in the emergency bay pulling wolves back from the edge, keeping my hands steady while everything around me falls apart. But standing there, in that room full of people who were celebrating what had just been done to me? I had never felt so completely alone. On the stage, Cole stood with Vivienne Holt's hand in his. She was perfect in midnight blue, the Lycan Chairman's daughter, grey-eyed and composed, already positioned for the cameras like she had practiced this moment because she had. At thirty, Cole was broad-shouldered and easy-smiled and so comfortable in that charcoal suit that it looked like he'd been born in it.