Novel & Cerita Throne Of Glass Celaena And Chaol

Elijah, his face pale and slick with sweat, continued his ancient chant, the earth groaning under the immense power he was channeling, but the strain was evident, his emerald eyes flickering with exhaustion. Kaelen, momentarily freed from Caden’s relentless assault, turned his attention back to me, his obsidian eyes gleaming with a chilling triumph. He seemed to realize that Elijah’s power was primarily focused on defense, on keeping me shielded behind the shimmering emerald barrier, and a cruel understanding dawned in his gaze. “You can’t protect her forever, Thorne,” Kaelen snarled, his voice a guttural rumble that vibrated through the trembling earth, taking a slow, deliberate step toward

The entire ceiling to floor stained glass refracted colour lights into the room to lighten the atmosphere, but it only added to the finality of it. This was the last thing you would see before your life was yanked away from you and judgment was passed. Kael sat on the larger throne, looking like a king carved from ice with how stern his face was, while Elena sat beside him in a golden could that caught the light from the stained glass. Auy other day, I would admit that she looked pretty, but today? She looked like the spawn of the devil. The moment she saw me, her lips twitched for a second like she found the entire situation humourous, before she forced it and her face contorted into a mask

Noah forgot how to breathe. Even the chandeliers seemed to tilt toward her, drawn like moths to a flame that could incinerate them. Her eyes swept the hall. And finally—inevitable as gravity—they collided with Noah’s. For a half second, they were alone in a room full of power and privilege. Then she saw Georgina on his arm. Something inside Althea went cold. Sharp. Final. The fury—not loud, not explosive, but clean and lethal—rose under her skin like a tide. Magic answered it.

Darius cursed and followed. We reached the door in seconds. My hand slammed against the handle. Unlocked. Good. The door flew open. And my heart nearly stopped. The window was shattered. Glass covered the floor. Cold wind rushed into the room. And Zariah Brooks was gone. “Malik…” Darius said carefully. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Because all I could see was the empty room. The broken glass. And the fact that the one woman I was supposed to protect had disappeared.

*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.

At the door, he paused. “You’re bleeding magic,” he said. “You just haven’t noticed yet.” Then he was gone. ______________________________________________________________________________ _Elsewhere… Celina stood in the stone chamber beneath the temple ruins, her arms folded. Celeste stood in shadow, robes drifting like smoke. “She’s nearly there,” Celina said. “Kael’s halfway claimed her. Thorne’s close. Riven’s… unpredictable.” Celeste didn’t speak right away. Finally, she said, “Let the pressure build. Let the bond burn through her.”

She dropped to her knees, cradling his face as his last breath rattled from his chest. Then she saw the throne. The Moonstone Throne once Kael’s was now draped in black kelp and shadows. And seated on it, like a queen returned to power, was Morgala. Her dark eyes gleamed like voids. “You chose wrong, little tidechild.” Lightning tore the sky open, and the vision collapsed. ......... Anastasia gasped as the Mirror Pool surged around her, pulling her into another vision before she could breathe. This time the world was still.

“I didn’t.” The brunette stopped combing her hair and pondered about it. It’s impossible for Kieran to bring her to her bed. He went in before her. If neither Kieran nor Jucel brought her to her bed, then it must have her parents. Chloe stared at her reflection in the vanity mirror in front of her. General Dana Rein… Princess Elisa… The Knights of Shaula… Chloe’s gray with golden-streak eyes slowly widened. “Then it must have been real,” she blurted.

Chapter 15: Gabriel’s Charm The morning light streamed through the tall windows of the castle, bathing the grand hall in a soft golden glow. It was a rare moment of peace—something Karina hadn’t felt in days. The events of the past week had weighed heavily on her, the memory of the dark figure in the shadows still fresh in her mind. The chaos that had threatened Zorana, the near-death encounter, and the uncertain tension between her, Caden, and Lena—it all seemed like a blur, a storm that had left her shaken, but somehow still standing.

“Celene. She’s not just watching anymore.” “Then it begins,” Dain muttered. “Whatever comes next… it’s already moving.” Elara turned back toward the altar—now dormant, but forever changed. A symbol burned into its center: a broken crown split down the middle, surrounded by fire. “I didn’t take the power,” she murmured. “But it took something from me anyway.” She didn’t say what. Because she wasn’t sure yet if it was her heart… or her soul. ⸻ Far beneath the city, in Aethermoor’s buried vaults, Celene kneels before a mirror made of bone and light. A thousand eyes stare back at her—and one voice rises in unison: