Chaol And Celaena 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.

A satisfying grin made its way to the priestess’ lips even the congregation were in an uproar of not angry yells but awe and admiration. “She is the one!” The priestess announced with a satisfied smile. I turned back to Kaela. The white had disappeared from her eyes and she collapsed in a dead faint. I caught her just in time. “All hail the Lycan Monarchs!” The priestess called out. “They are now as one.” No… Something went wrong with the ritual. And something was very wrong with Kaela.

Celine furrowed her eyebrows, her arms crossed over her chest, and stared at Larissa with a jealous jealousy that ate her hollow, angry at her for their rudeness and for offering to help him, and what could Her Holiness do for him when she did not? Cayden walked around with his troubled looks between them feeling Selene's feelings easily, confused about him, floundering amid the whirlpool of his need from Larissa on the one hand, and his unwillingness to provoke Selene's anger and jealousy on the other hand, so he hem trying to hide his thirst and weakness from them, deciding to dismiss Larissa for another time:

I screamed internally, hot tears of pain streaming down my face. "I am the part of you that you left behind in this place four hundred years ago... Come to the altar, or they all die." I forced my eyes open through a haze of red. Around me, everything had descended into a nightmare. The Wraiths that had been kneeling were now on the attack, lunging at a shocked Alaric, Simon, and Rose. Kaelith was frantically slashing through chains of black magic that kept wrapping around him, desperate to get back to me.

“Thank you for saving our lives out there,” Chloe mumbled after looking around to see that Calistè was alone. Calistè barely smiled and walked up to them. “You owe me your life, Chloe,” Calistè smiled. “You and your friend over there. But first I want to hear everything. Tell me how you lost to Rhea?” Chloe frowned. “Rhea is stronger than we all give her credit for. Can you imagine the technique she used against me?”

"She is interested in Chaol and thus, I do not want to meddle in between." "But Chaol and Asthenosthene are forbidden to be together." the Captain croaked with his deep voice. "After all, their existence is very different. Chaol is immortal whereas Asthenosthene isn't. Time will surely catch up and their bond will be severed apart."

I remind Jaxson before he gets too carried away, and I can’t get to them. In the process of Jaxson trussing him up and me applying the thumbscrew to Ken’s fingers, elder Ken wakes up screaming. Thankfully, Callum swiftly put duct tape over his mouth to silence him. When we are done, I look up at Elder Ken. “Welcome to the playground. I’m Alpha, the leader of Chaos. My torture experts with me today are Sidhe and Shadow.” At my words, Elder Ken started flopping around like a fish out of water, which only caused him to swing in the air on the chain connected to the meat hook.

The air was freezing, and the sound of chanting echoed from the walls. I looked up. I was in the heart of the mountain—the First Alpha’s Sanctum. But I wasn't alone. Across the room, Kaelen was chained to a pillar, his chest bare, his skin covered in glowing purple runes. He was conscious, his eyes fixed on me, filled with a desperate, helpless rage. And standing over me, her silver crown gleaming in the torchlight, was Selene. She held a jagged obsidian dagger in one hand and a gold chalice in the other.

Her wish came through when Rexus slipped a ring from the princess’s hand and the sound of metal scraping against metal ran through the air. Tristan and Trix’s hand interlocked and the two backed away quickly from the fight that erupted. A few guards gripped the princess and pulled her away to a hidden chamber. “Those two,” she slurred pointing at Trix and Tristan before the door slammed close. A spark of fire rose to the ceiling as Rexus met the blow of one of the guards. Rexus's partner attacked the other guards, slashing manically at the masked men and women. Screams and shouts consumed the ballroom. Screams of pain, cries of death, blood staining the floor and paintings on the wall. Many

Their chanting grew louder, faster, the dark magic crackling in the air like a violent storm. I cried out in agony as I felt Arena being pulled from me, her presence weakening with every passing second. She resisted, just as I did, our souls desperately reaching for each other. But we were barely holding on—our bond was now a fragile thread, fraying at the edges, threatening to snap at any moment. “No... Arena!” I gasped, clawing at the unseen force that was tearing us apart. She howled within me, her pain mirroring my own. Kaelvor let out a satisfied chuckle. “You should feel honored, Selena. Few have ever witnessed such power before their demise.”