Celaena Throne Of Glass Characters นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her long, turtleneck dress is wholly coloured dark green, flourished with embroidered patterns of curves and blooms. "A pleasant afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. I am Serina Lourdemayne. I will not prolong this introduction any further for I know very well that everyone has already heard of me. . or met me before. After all, you came here for the Selection, holding on to your aspirations and will to protect this Kingdom. Whatever it might be, may the current of fate bring you to the wide ocean you are seeking." "Are you kidding me. . ." Tristan whispered to himself, unable to believe the sight before him. It is her, he cannot mistake it. That woman who lead him to that misery and left withou

KAEL I stood frozen in the center of my bedroom long after Selene’s footsteps faded down the hall. My hands clenched and unclenched at my sides. Nails dug half-moons into my palms as rage pulsed through me like a second heartbeat. How did it come to this? How did I let my life spiral so far out of my control? I am the Lycan Leader of the Obsidian Throne. I’m supposed to command respect, fear, and obedience. Yet here I am, trapped in a web spun by a woman who wielded threats like knives. Selene knows where Maya is. She fucking knows. And she’s using it to force my hand.

Elder Thanes looked like he was just noticing her presence. “I’m Alyssa, Lucian’s intended and his future Queen.” She raised her head proudly as she looked at Renée. But the expression she saw on Renée wasn’t what she thought; Renée looked calm, too calm, her face expressionless like she didn’t care one bit what was happening before her. Elder Thanes took a glance at her, nodded in approval at her composure. “Well we can leave that topic for the future. The only goddaughter I recognize is her and there’s nothing anyone can do about it!”

I don't owe you any explanations. Sebastian staggered, his gaze on me one of sheer bewilderment, his earlier pretense gone. In an almost over-the-top display, he acted as if he just snapped back to reality. He tenderly took my hands, his voice dripping with affection, "Elena, you're still so stunning in a wedding dress. Are you trying to give us another shot?" As he tried to draw me closer, I pulled away, my voice laced with sarcasm, "Cut the act. I know all about you and Rosa's little amnesia plot. I heard every word."

Before Eldrick could respond, a sharp, high-pitched commotion broke out near the northern archway. "Let me through! I have a right to face the council! I am a blood-heir of the third circle!" I stood up, my boots gripping the frosted stones as Kaelen’s hand moved instantly to the hilt of his broadsword. Pushing through the crowd of weary kitchen workers was Sela Vane. Her fine velvet cloak was torn at the hem, her silver hair matted with soot and grease, her face a mask of desperate, aristocratic fury. Two lower-ranking pack guards were holding her arms, their grips firm but hesitant, still uncertain how to handle a high-born female whose father had been the chief architect of the night's tr

“I don’t care about your drama, but from everything I’ve heard, you deserved far worse than a few nights in a cell.” Vanessa turned to her, eyes narrowing. “Who are you?” “I am Elara Thorne. Daughter of Alpha Darion Thorne of the Nightbreeze Pack. If you had tried half of this nonsense in my territory, you wouldn’t be here right now.” Vanessa scoffed, her lip curling like something rotten sat on her tongue. “And I’m supposed to care who your daddy is?” Elara remained unfazed. She took a slow step forward, shoulders squared. “You should care because I don’t tolerate cowards hiding behind lies. You tried to harm Selene, then cried when you got caught. That’s not bravery. That’s pathetic.”

“I sincerely apologize for laying a hand on your subject. I just couldn’t stand the disrespect the servant exuded toward your mate. Vivica must be respected at all times as long as you sit on that throne.” “Absolutely, Celia. And I’m glad Viv has a friend like you.” He said. Every eye in the room widened at his words. Celia whipped her head around to look at me, her eyes bulging in shock. “Dane!” Arella’s voice yelled out in protest. “Alpha Dane,” Theo corrected. “You are in the throne room, Ms. Arella.” “Before you whine about the injustice done to your maid, Arella, I’m aware of the silly prank you pulled with your friend.”

Lady Victoria's steps echoed through the deserted corridors as she cautiously explored the abandoned palace. As she reached the grand throne room, Lady Victoria's breath caught in her throat. Selena, a figure cloaked in darkness, stood upon the throne—a wicked grin adorning her face. Lady Victoria watched, her heart pounding, as Selena commanded an army of shadowy creatures that seemed to materialize from thin air.

I will pretend to be the perfect future princess. But when that day comes—when the halls are full and the moon is high—I will run. I will find a way to be free again and take the former queen with me. And Camille will never see it coming. Lina- lady in waiting. Young girl Raya- hopes fake name Lady Eleanor - Camille's grandmother Rhys- Camille, head guard

Not because I trusted him. Because some old part of my blood recognized authority. Not his over me. Mine over the room. That was worse. I lowered my hand slowly. “Stop calling me things.” Silas’s smile faded. The air tightened. “Names matter.” “I have one.” “Yes.” His gaze moved over my face with unsettling intensity. “Lena Frost. Daughter of Elise. Blood of Seraphina. Last unbroken heir of the divided queen.” The floor pulsed beneath me. Damien looked murderous.