Throne Of Glass Celaena Novels & Stories

"Celeste wants your life, doesn't she? She wants your husband, your home, and your womb. We will give it to her. We will give her everything you had... until she realizes that being Elena Thorne was actually a death sentence. We will let her win, Elena. Right up until the moment she loses her soul." Elena nodded, a dark, hollow peace settling over her. "Goodbye, Elena Thorne," she whispered to the empty air. "Welcome back, Ghost," Julian replied. The door clicked shut, sealing the world away, leaving only two vengeful shadows to plot the fall of a king.

The Thorns form a wall between the cribs and the window, because the window is open and Wrath stands in it. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. Just watches the basket like it might hatch. “Sister,” Cael says again. Louder. His eyes are gold. Not King gold or Alpha gold. Clay’s gold. The baby in the basket opens her eyes, and they’re the same. Bright. Old. She looks at Cael. He looks at her. The air between them hums with pressure that makes my ears pop. “They know each other,” Lyana gasps.

I fell to my knees, the floor cracking beneath me. "I... am... the Sovereign," I gasped, my teeth gritting so hard they bled. "I... can... carry... this." I forced myself to stand. I wasn't just Elara Thorne anymore. I was the anchor for everyone who had ever been sold. I burst out of the mirror, the black pearl glowing with a dark, gravitational force. "Kaelen! I have it!" But Kaelen didn't answer. He was standing twenty feet away, his back to me. He was surrounded by a circle of Grey-Walkers, but they weren't attacking. They were kneeling.

A man with silver eyes. "This is not real," I said. "You are a reincarnation," Elena continued. "Your soul has been reborn in this body, but your memories are locked away. That is why you do not remember Kael. Why you do not remember what he did to you." "What he did to me?" Elena's expression darkened. "He killed you, Calista. Three hundred years ago, Kael Varyn drove a dagger through your heart and sacrificed your life to save his pack."

Not here. I reached instinctively for Caleb’s sleeve. His eyes showed his worry as he asked instantly. “Gina?” But the world tilted, and voices echoed strangely; the music slowed to my ears. Then…I saw her. Princess Lena, standing beneath a crimson moon, had blood-covered her elegant hands. She wasn’t wounded. The blood belonged to someone else, and behind her, the palace was on fire as wolves fought each other. Jealousy twisted her beautiful face into something almost unrecognizable. Her amber eyes glowed with desperate grief. Then… She screamed Caleb’s name in anger. The sound tore through my soul as silver flames erupted around her and bodies fell.

"I see you found out about our little secret. You're a little too late, though, because the artefact’s his now. I found it in a forgotten shrine a while back and thought to use it to cure your alpha’s curse. But Kaelen had a much better offer. So sure, you can keep your broken little alpha toy, sweetheart, I have a throne waiting for me.” Her words stung, so I lifted my bow to fire, but she saw the movement and ducked to the left, the arrow grazing her arm. And just like that, the battle surged again. Thorne groaned as Elara’s hands glowed brighter, her voice chanting low, invoking forbidden magic. The air crackled, the curse’s whispers screaming in protest, but finally, Thorne’s bleeding be

*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.

The house looks like a palace upon entering it. The cloaked figure floated directly into a big hall, which is not so well lit. At the very end of the hall is a raised platform. And on the that sits a huge throne studded with gems and diamonds, there on the throne is another cloaked figure, who is much bigger than any of the other Dark creatures Melanie has seen till then. "I bought news my Lord" the cloaked figure whom she was following bowed and told to the one on the throne.

I say to Cara. "Because she looks like a Goddess Alec, and not just any Goddess, but Aphrodite." she says. "I know, but it feels more than that," I add before taking my gaze off her and up to the girl. "Act with me, will you?" I smile at Cara back as she huffs and closes her eyes for a second knowing what I'm asking. "Then you owe me," She speaks a deal making me chuckle. "Anything you want Cara of the kingdom of grendor," I speak formally making her chuckle.

“That’s how it works. One leaves, one stays.” “I don’t care.” Her expression twisted with anguish. “You have to! The wolves—your people—need you!” He shook his head slowly. “They’ll need you too.” The glass began to crack under his hand, hairline fractures spreading across the surface. Light bled through the breaks, silver and gold intertwining. “Kaelen, stop!” Mireya warned. “You’ll collapse the Hollow!” “I can’t leave her again.” The glass shattered. A blast of cold light engulfed the chamber. Kaelen was thrown backward, hitting the ground hard. When the glare faded, he saw her—Serenya—standing on the cavern floor. She looked pale but solid, her gray eyes wide with confusion.