Throne Of Glass Celaena And Chaol นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Bella’s power surged, humming through every soul present, electrifying the air until gooseflesh covered my arms. As the ceremony continued, Bella lifted Serenya high, for everyone to see. The announcement was made clear and proud: Serenya Greystorm Lockwood of House Goldenthorn was to be declared heiress to the throne of Balzaree. My chest swelled again—our daughter, her path etched in gold before the entire kingdom. Then Lady Nerea turned to me, her voice reverent. “And by the will of the Goddesses Hecate and Selene, the mate of our queen shall stand as King Consort—Lycan King Chadwrick Kent Greystorm of Keladia.”

“The eclipse draws near. You must choose, hidden heiress. Not tomorrow, not next moon—now.” Before Serenya could ask more, Maelis vanished into the trees, leaving only flickering candles and the echo of her words. They walked back in silence until the shrine was far behind them. Serenya’s thoughts tangled: two heirs, betrayal, crowns split. Was Eloria Thorne—the rival princess—one of the heirs spoken of? Or Cyrion Duskbane, whose fallen kingdom still whispered vengeance? Kaelen broke the quiet first. “You can’t carry this alone, Serenya. Whatever Maelis meant, we’ll face it together.”

The bond burns bright, pulling, dragging, binding me like a leash made of starlight and shadows. And then I see it. The Throne. It is not a throne the way mortal minds imagine—no carved stone, no gilded seat. It is a wound in the world. A jagged crown of bone and glass rising from a sea of black fire, pulsing like the heart of a god. And at its center— Kael. Gods. He sits slouched like a king too tired to rule, bare-chested, his skin veined with silver fire and shadow bleeding like smoke from his hair. His eyes—once storm-dark—are twin novas of ruin, burning with hunger so vast it could hollow out eternity.

When he turned, Lila’s chest tightened. He looked exactly like Cole. Her breath hitched. “No… this can’t be…” The man’s name slipped from a nearby warrior’s lips—Lord Caelan of Bloodthorn. He spoke of conquest, vengeance, and an alliance forbidden by the moon goddess herself. And when he raised his gaze across the clearing, Lila followed it— —to the edge of the field, where a woman watched him from the shadows. The woman wore flowing silver robes, her hair like spun starlight. Her eyes glowed faintly with the same cursed light that now lived in Lila’s own veins. When she stepped forward, the entire forest seemed to bow in silence.

'Take me out of here. They slipped from the hut, Lucien's arm banded around her, senses attuned to threats. Bodies disposed in shadows via vampiric speed, scents masked by spilled blood. Back toward the citadel, grand hall's chants swelled—the chalice raised, Kael and Elian locked in the binding rite, oblivious to the near-catastrophe. Elder Thorne seethed in his alcove, Malthus's distraction faltering as Selena's return loomed. The mirror soul pulsed impatiently in its hidden chamber, coronation's climax drawing near.

And in a voice as old as the stars, she said: > “Then choose, flamechild. Sit the throne—or watch your twin take your place.” --- Silence. Theron trembled. Selene felt her heart split. And then— He turned. And walked away from the throne. “No,” he said. The realm trembled. The Queen laughed—once. And vanished in fire. --- The throne cracked. The girl disappeared like smoke. The realm pulsed once—twice— And began to collapse. --- Kael grabbed Selene’s hand. “Go!” They ran—Elira holding Theron’s hand, Rowan and Naeria shielding them with bursts of raw magic as the mirror realm crumbled behind them.

I wasn’t ready for this, I didn’t want to hear another bitter truth, but Alaric was ready to speak. Kaelith turned to me, the look in her eyes had changed again, those hazel eyes seeming to cast a resigned gaze at me. It was as if she already knew what Alaric was about to say. “Kaelith is the core of this curse, and its ultimate target is Vaelora.” “No, that’s impossible,” I couldn’t accept this. “It’s true, Vaelora. From the very beginning, I was the first to be made the main pawn when this curse began.”

It felt like there was a lump in my throat as Kael cracked his knuckles while giving his usual unbothered shrugs to one of the Lords he was speaking with. There was suddenly chaos at the end of the room, close to Kael. It seemed like someone fell to the ground. We all turned in that direction. I was about to head over to the spot when Kael looked at me, and his eyes widened. “Hyacinth!” He yelled. Liora spread her arms out almost immediately, standing behind me. Before I could gather myself, Kael was already beside me, holding my shoulder. I immediately saw that there were three people charging at me from different sides. Lady Charlotte's eyes widened, and her claws extended immediately. I w

I giggled in excitement as I reached for the black velvet box that housed it. “See,” I preened proudly as I unlocked the clasp of the box and turned the necklace for Siha to see. “It’s exquisite,” Siha gasped and slapped a hand across her mouth. “I know,” I smiled in happiness and let my fingers trail the beautiful cold gold metal. “No one in the whole of Avaloria has better taste than the Luna queen of Calantha." And I meant it. Long before, in what felt like another world, when Cantea was its own Kingdom, I had been Princess Selena. Daughter of King Roland and Queen Lehna. Sheltered by a protective father and a loving mother.