Celaena Throne Of Glass Characters Novels & Stories

My mine was dust, my reputation was fracturing, and the woman I had deemed mine was currently playing at being a queen. ​"Why go to such lengths?" Kyle asked, his voice barely a whisper. It was a stupid question, one that bordered on insubordination. ​I leaned forward, my eyes locking onto his. "Because, Kyle, she is mine. And more importantly, because Lysander thinks he can take what belongs to me. He thinks he can turn a pawn into a queen and flaunt her in my face." ​I stood up and walked over to Elena, pulling her into my arms. She was cold, calculating, and perfect. "Thalia thinks she’s found a protector. She thinks she’s escaped. She doesn't realize that in this world, there is no escap

"Take her to the dungeons and make sure she is comfortable." Jarek roughly helps me to my feet. While I hobble on one foot, I stare Jarek's father in the eyes. I refuse to show that I am in pain. I am my mother's daughter after all. Squaring my shoulders I hold out my hand for the Alpha to shake. "I don't believe we have been properly introduced. I AM Keena Lyall. Daughter of King Erebus and the Hybrid Queen Ella Lyall. And you are making a very big mistake."

Blake was sitting opposite me and I could instantly feel that he did not like his brother sitting next to me. “Xavier, meet the Lycan King Jolene, her mate Alpha Maverick, their children, Prince Harlan, and Princess Luna, and Harlan’s mates, Austin, and Cyrus. Luna is the child of the prophecy. She is also Blake’s mate,” Queen Helena tells him. He looks at us and smiles. His smile is amazing.

Even though Lekhma found out, it was useless for him to do anything, as it would be a disgrace to him. The young girl, Celaena, who knew that she wasn't related to the twins in any way, began to fall for Adepe , but Adepe didn't like her at all and only saw her like the sister she was to him. But still, it didn't stop her from liking him. Taking a deep breath and glancing at her one more time, he averted his gaze. A man dressed in pristine white clothing stepped forward and motioned for Ileus to take a seat beside his father on the high throne.

“That’s Caelum Virellian. He’s from a family of frost mages, if the hair didn’t give it away. Ice in his veins. Literally.” Caelum didn’t so much as blink. Aurel moved on. “Girl with the glasses? That’s Selene Asterhold. She’s got the highest theoretical scores in this year’s intake. Don’t argue with her. You’ll lose.” Selene didn’t look up from her book, but her lips curled into a faint smirk. Aurel jabbed a thumb toward the brown-haired guy now leaning slightly forward with interest. “That one’s Thorn Revell. Friendly. Reads people a little too well for comfort. Don’t let the nice smile fool you—he’s got layers. Like poison in a pie.”

Please, Selena. Please, let Vance's report be untrue. I'd be fine if it turned out he made that story up. I looked forward and among the elders, I spotted Vance. On his right, Melissa sat with a smirk. “Tonight, I shall pronounce the fate of Elana Lancelot, daughter of Late Marie Lancelot." My chest pounded as his voice broke thought the haze in my brain. My fate. He declared “my fate". “She shall become Cassian Thorne's breeder."

“She knew my name.” The silence that followed was heavier than stone. Kaelen crossed to her side in three strides, crouching low so his eyes met hers. The storm-gray of his gaze burned with intensity. “Describe her.” “Tall. Dark hair. Eyes… green, so bright they seemed unnatural.” Serenya swallowed hard. “She called herself Lady Maelis Orvenne.” At the name, Kaelen’s entire body went rigid. He rose sharply, fists curling at his sides. For a long breath, he said nothing, his silence louder than any curse.

Sera murmured, “but he can’t change who we are.” Liora didn’t respond. Her gaze was fixed ahead, her other hand trembling, Not from fear, But from something deeper. The stairway ended in a chamber carved from silence, No walls, No floor. Just infinite reflections of Sera. Each version stared at her with cold, hollow eyes. And in the center of them all stood a throne. A black throne, pulsing with every breath she took, It was made of pieces of the Moon Goddess’s realm, fused with Echo’s ancient sigils, And seated upon it, Was Caelen.