Celaena Throne Of Glass Characters Novelas e Histórias

“Leon, are you alright?” Leon’s face was a little pale, but he shook his head and forced a weak smile. “I’m fine... Is she one of your colleagues?” Elian frowned, his voice lowering as he spoke. “She’s Morgana’s sister, Selena Thorn. Her younger sister is Morgana Thorn.” At the mention of the “Thorn” name, Leon’s body instinctively tensed, a hint of unease creeping into his voice. “So, she’s one of Lady Lisa’s people?”

“She already has.” Calyx hesitated. “Then what do we do?” “We fight for her,” Kael growled. “Even if she hates me, I’ll fight for her soul. Because whatever Valen’s offering… it comes with a price.” Scene Shift – The Frozen Throne Valen led Elira to a towering throne made of ice and ash. At its base, a burning crown pulsed with light. “This belonged to your mother,” Valen said. “Now it belongs to you.”

I fell to my knees, the floor cracking beneath me. "I... am... the Sovereign," I gasped, my teeth gritting so hard they bled. "I... can... carry... this." I forced myself to stand. I wasn't just Elara Thorne anymore. I was the anchor for everyone who had ever been sold. I burst out of the mirror, the black pearl glowing with a dark, gravitational force. "Kaelen! I have it!" But Kaelen didn't answer. He was standing twenty feet away, his back to me. He was surrounded by a circle of Grey-Walkers, but they weren't attacking. They were kneeling.

Elaine waited for them to take hold of her, to break her into pieces like a porcelain doll- just like they had shattered Melanie. “Miss Elaine.” The familiar voice of the headmistress carried down the hall. The men's armor seemed to melt from the crimson memory to the pristine ivory of the palace. It wasn’t the men who had brought blood and fire to her world; it was the spotless royal guard. It was the very guard she would one day be a part of, that was, if they didn’t catch her with the book. The thought resounded like an alarm bell in her mind.

"Who is Katerina? Who is the girl with the crown of thorns?" Silas smiled. It was a thin, bloodless thing. "You are everything, Alessia. You have been a queen in the Highlands, a spy in the Kremlin, a widow in the Pipeline. You are a masterpiece of genetic and digital engineering. A weapon designed to destabilize empires from the inside out." "And Lorenzo?" I asked, glancing at the man beside me.

That I only had to have him killed, but my face changed drastically when I listened to the rest. —Firstborn of Luna Elena Zanaerys and Alpha Sebastian Knox, heir to the throne of the White Magic Coven and successor to Maxon,— said Silvana. —My dear cousin, the cowardly wolf who wants nothing to do with our Coven and the throne, how convenient, a worthy opponent— I thought. -—She is forbidden for you and anyone else, Bruno; you can't love her. — Silvana told me, almost ordering me. —I don't understand you,— I said, dismayed by her prohibition, so definite.

“Your magic recognizes mine. The ancient bloodlines calling to each other across centuries of separation.” We emerged into a forest clearing where shadows danced between towering oaks. Moonlight painted everything silver, making the world look ethereal and strange. Kael finally set me down, but his hands remained on my shoulders, anchoring me in place. “This is madness.” I tried to step back, but his grip held firm. “I don’t even know your name.” “Kael.” The word carried weight, as if names had power in his world. “And you are Sena Miralyn Thorne, last daughter of the Moon-touched bloodline.”

An heiress in exile, a queen by blood alone, and yet the people were looking to her as though she were already crowned. Behind them, the throne room groaned with voices. Eloria Thorne, her once-rival and now the last ally she had not lost, paced across the cracked tiles, her crimson gown torn. Darian Crestfall leaned heavily on his sword, his armor dented, his breathing ragged but resolute. Even Maelis Rowan, the seer who had so often spoken in riddles, stood silent, her blind eyes clouded with unshed tears. Every soul in that chamber waited on Serenya.

“She smells of dirt. How could the Moon Goddess be so cruel?” Draken sat on his throne, like a god of war in black leather and gold. Beside him stood Kael, who smiled and gave me a small supportive nod. But it was the three people standing in the front row that made cold run through my legs . Selena, a high-ranking she-wolf with silver hair and blue eyes, stepped forward first. She didn't bow, she tilted. “So, this is the miracle,” She whined. The smell of bitter almonds filling the air. “A girl who can’t even hold a shift, sitting on a throne that has been empty for decades. Tell me, Draken, is she to rule, or just for... breeding?”

*Lyra* Doors are slammed open, and I’m shoved forward into the intimidating throne room. Blood-red banners hang around the cold, dark room. At the center, high on her throne, sits the Luna, her black hair pinned up in regal braids. To her left is Kaelen, and just seeing him sends rage slamming through me like a blade to the ribs. The Alpha who shattered my life, who poisoned my people with lies, and who banished me for control, sitting there smug and proud, as if his very presence isn’t an insult.