Celaena And Chaol Novels & Stories

I felt like I had found a kindred spirit in Chantelle, someone who understood me and accepted me for who I was. Chantelle and Delcan became close and they were always trying new things. One night when they were back from shopping. Chantelle went inside the shower to have her bath. She stayed there for a long time relaxing. When she came out of the bathroom, she was totally naked and she realized she forgot to get towel. She bent over to the bed to take the towel to wipe her wet body. She was was busy drying herself but she did not notice Delcan presence in the room. She felt someone was giving hot gaze on her naked body. She turned around to see Delcan was standing right behind her.

“I didn’t.” The brunette stopped combing her hair and pondered about it. It’s impossible for Kieran to bring her to her bed. He went in before her. If neither Kieran nor Jucel brought her to her bed, then it must have her parents. Chloe stared at her reflection in the vanity mirror in front of her. General Dana Rein… Princess Elisa… The Knights of Shaula… Chloe’s gray with golden-streak eyes slowly widened. “Then it must have been real,” she blurted.

"Lena, it's getting late." He also felt a little panicked. If their mischief caused their own team to fail, the revenge would be costly and ultimately meaningless. However, Selena looked to the horizon with a calm smile, worry absent from her features. "No rush." She dismounted and approached Chloe, her smile teasing. "Lady Murray, about that wild boar this morning... Do tell me, who truly struck it?" "I… I did," Chloe stammered, anxious yet still feeling some grievance. "Lady Qiana and I hit it at the same time—"

“Let me guess, she comes from another big and mighty pack or she's from an influential family, either way, I know she's a mighty warrior.” Isla slid the phone closer to her. “Well, you should be the judge of that.” Chloe's face turned pale immediately. The woman standing beside Kael…It was her sister. Xena. Chloe stood up suddenly, knocking her chair over. “WHAT?!” Isla folded her hands under her breasts, looking pleased. “The ugly ass Xena is Alpha Kael's wife…bitches, welcome to Karma.”

Mocking. “Kaelen, oh my god, she purred, not even bothering to cover herself. You’re early.” Lucian stretched lazily, his gray eyes glinting with cruel amusement. “Or maybe you’re late, Moonfang. Seems your bride wasn’t waiting for you at the altar after all.” Kaelen’s fists tightened until his claws burst free, gouging marks into the wooden doorframe. “Ce...His voice barely above a whisper. Celera? I thought you were kidnapped. What the hell is this?” His voice shook with rage.

It was like being a young person who'd just fallen in love all over again. A few seconds later, I felt the sofa next to me sink a bit. Kaelith had sat down next to me. He was so close that I could smell his distinctive masculine scent. "Did you find anything?" he asked softly, keeping his eyes on the book. "It's mostly just old ritual notes, and our names are still connected there, they haven't changed since the last time," I replied, trying to stay focused. I turned to the next page. "There's a lot written about the Haugen bloodline that I didn't get a chance to read back then."

“The Alpha is her grandfather, his son left her when he went on a world tour with his mate. Now that he is in his mid-forties, he remembers his responsibilities and will soon return to take over Falcon Crest. Cela is just a spoiled brat who challenges everything and everyone, a master of provocation.” Everyone turned toward the Secretary’s mate, frowning. “Well, she’s about to get a real beating today. Joanna is completely off limits,” Alira growled, her voice a menacing threat. And then, as if orchestrated to by the devil himself, Cela stood up and strolled toward the men, her movements deliberate, her expression a mask of cool indifference. Everyone thought she would sit beside the Alpha,

“I’ve been so eager to meet your bride.” The other woman, more reserved, kept her head bowed, her pale champagne-blonde hair softly framing her downturned face. Caelia forced herself to speak. “It’s nice to meet you. Please, call me Caelia.” She offered a quick smile, though it couldn’t match the enthusiasm on the taller woman’s face. “An honor,” the woman beamed. “I am Selene, and this is my sister, Liora.” She gestured to the quiet figure beside her.

“I know that too.” She hesitated. “The ceremony is in seven days.” “I’m aware.” Another pause. Then, quieter this time: “Are you scared?” I turned back toward the window before answering. Outside, the mountain wind bent the pine trees in long slow movements. “No,” I said. My hands trembled slightly at my sides. Neither of us mentioned it. My name is Selena Valez. I am twenty-two years old, the only child of Alpha Hector Valez, and I have never shifted into my wolf.

“They carry the black standard.” The black standard. Kael went still. I knew that look. “Who commands?” I asked. The soldier hesitated. “A woman.” Mira’s fingers tightened on the ledger. “What woman?” Kael demanded. “She called herself Selene of the Ashen Court.” The name hit him like a blade. I felt it. “Selene was supposed to be dead,” he said under his breath. Maelor’s voice trembled. “The Ashen Court was wiped out twenty years ago.”