Chaol And Celaena Novels & Stories

Now that the door was open, I could hear piercing screams and loud shouts echoing from outside, somewhere near the festival grounds. Kael’s entire body tensed. He pulled away from Selene. "What happened? Why are you crying?" She shook her head languidly, tears still streaming down her cheeks. "They’re attacking everyone at the festival grounds. Creatures without form… and it’s my fault." "Shit!" Kael turned sharply to Callen, who somehow still maintained a neutral expression despite the chaos. "Quick, fetch me the Gammas and Tobias. I need him now." He was already moving toward the door, brushing past Selene who continued sobbing. He didn’t even pause to question how the attack could possibl

At the same time, thunder rumbled as various energies that could tear through just about anything circulated in the area under the influence of the Waltraud Power. Even the Historial Palace, where the three Caeloros Gods and Quintus were, started shaking violently. “The eighty halls are about to crash into us!” Amos shouted. “Yefrenes, are we going to attack or fall back? You need to tell us now!” “We’re going to fight, of course!” Quintinus bellowed. “Why should we, three Caeloros Gods, run away from some lowly beings from the Haleth Realm?” On the other hand, Yefrenes was still staring silently at the eighty halls with a grim expression on her face.

“Lead, Aelys.” Shadows erupt from the cracks—Veyn’s Shadowkin, their void-blades searing, their twin-star eyes clouded with malice, their hymns clashing with Kael’s. Veyn steps forward, his blade flashing, his voice a hiss. “The orb, Kalia—now!” His blade slashes, aimed at Kalia, his aura grating, echoing the Herald’s. Kael’s blade meets Veyn’s, sparks flying, his voice low, raw with betrayal. “You chose this, Veyn!” Veyn’s laugh slices the air, his movements swift, his Shadowkin circling, their blades humming. Kalia’s orb sparks, her aura flaring, her voice sharp. “You’re nothing!” I shield her, my blade striking a Shadowkin, sparks searing, my heart pounding, Lena’s spark flickering, my hy

He said, his voice is a little disappointed and angry, probably for himself, his Alpha and Luna went missing without him knowing. I felt my heart clench tight, suddenly I can't breath, holding the phone tighter than usual, letting out a low but threatening growl. "I am coming." Is all that I said before crushing the phone completely, angry is understatement in my state now, I am furious, thinking that Cailly is missing, someone kidnapped her and Calix, I am no doubt on what Cailly can do, Dina once told us that Cailly has all the Elements on her, but she cannot used them. Why? Because, she might bring her to her own death plus that she didn't have enough practice to her own ability.

His gaze rests on my lips and the vague memory of our kiss at the bar appears in my mind. How can I hate him so much, and at the same time feel so bad to kiss him? A few steps interrupt our conversation, which I don't even know where it was going to end. -Well, well ... Who would say that the bad guy Azael Grimm was involved with the geek Lailah Gozt? -Cara Styles enters through the door of the changing rooms with a denim mini skirt and a long-sleeved top that reveals her navel piercing.- What an illusion the poor thing- she murmurs looking at me. Without a doubt, if Cara were an animal, she would be a viper.- She thinks you're caught by her. -This time look at Azael. Then he lets out a pois

Tall, petite, pale, high-bridge nose, big doe eyes, and plump lips—she does not look a day older than twenty-five and a granddaughter figure in the arms of the son of a blood-sucking bitch! ‘Lovely ladies and gentlemen, meet my sugarcup, a lovely mate with matching traits. Only, I think you’ll be a better mate to keep Subhaan and Ibhaan so involved and…busy.’ The Old bal’fartie winks. ‘Sugarcup, meet the ruling administration of Chaitali. Lycan Mena and Luna Queen Alejandro for you.’ He gestures at the Lycan and Queen who smiles fondly at the pale petite as if they aren’t meeting that…that thing’s mate but their daughter-in-law. Emily bows nighty-degree with a polite yet hypnotising smile of

“He is at the bottom of the well, where I should have sent you. I will not make the same mistake this night. Come out! Let me in!” “Miranda! Was he wearing his Guardian’s Artifact? “Of course he was, even called out for him. Curral never came. He would never face me. Not for that. Curral Understands. They all need to understand. Sacha needs to understand!” “Understand what?” “That you are being betrayed, and so you betray me! There needs to be a new order. The old one will fall. Let me take you before then. Sacha will understand.” “Help me understand.”

“Ah...but she is here, Albian. In Forest Keep! I know not of her name, but I can feel her presence even from this distance. We are linked, she and I, it is only a matter of time before I have her.” Albian swallowed back his tears. Vhalos was a lot of things, but a liar was not one of them. If he said he would accomplish something, it might not be as soon as he plans but it will happen. Albian moved out of Vhalos' way as he charged forward. “Anytime now...the soldiers have taken the village...She will be in my grasp before too long.” Albian knew Vhalos would not gain her this day and slipped away while he had his back turned. With Vhalos so consumed with what was happening in the village, Alb

Kaela’s scream echoed through the fractured chamber, a raw and primal sound that sliced through the veil between worlds. The remnants of the Hollow’s domain twisted and writhed around her, unstable and imploding. Fractured timelines spiraled into one another, collapsing under the weight of what had just occurred. The relic blade trembled in her grasp, still pulsing with the energy of a forgotten age.

"Soon, you’ll understand." The door opened, casting his silhouette in shadow. And then— Kael was gone. Lena sagged against her chains, breathing hard. Her thoughts roared. The Rift pulsed inside her. And for the first time— She wasn’t sure if she had the strength to fight it.