Throne Of Glass Characters Celaena Novels & Stories

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.

Like I was a weapon they weren’t sure how to sheath. Layla stood first. “This is Alenya.” That’s it? No titles? No disclaimers? A broad, shouldered man with storm, gray hair leaned back in his chair. “Human doesn’t smell right.” “I smell very right, actually,” I muttered. Thane’s aura flared just enough to make the table hum. “This is Cael,” Thane said. “Beta. That’s Maeven, our seer. Orrik, sentinel chief. And Rowan....”

Then, out of nowhere, Rosa shoved me, sending me sprawling to the ground without a chance to brace myself. "Did I make the mistake of treating you too kindly, Elena? You think you can steal Sebastian from me? He's clearly my man, my Don, and I'm his wife. Spin one more tale about us, and you'll regret it," she spat, standing by Sebastian's side as if I were the homewrecker. Sebastian just watched, his face a mask of nothingness, as if he could not care less, silently backing up Rosa. Staring into Sebastian's icy eyes, I scoffed at myself and said, "Alright, I'll delete it right now!"

“It’s also where Ravenna got most of her rarer components. The vampire, his name is Malachai, he knows her work. Might even know specifically what poison she used if you describe the symptoms.” “And how do we find him?” “You don’t. He finds you. If you’re interesting enough.” Thalia’s smile was weak. “But I can get you into the market. Give you a token that’ll mark you as someone worth his time.” “Why would you do that?” Selene asked. “Help us after everything?”

Elaine waited for them to take hold of her, to break her into pieces like a porcelain doll- just like they had shattered Melanie. “Miss Elaine.” The familiar voice of the headmistress carried down the hall. The men's armor seemed to melt from the crimson memory to the pristine ivory of the palace. It wasn’t the men who had brought blood and fire to her world; it was the spotless royal guard. It was the very guard she would one day be a part of, that was, if they didn’t catch her with the book. The thought resounded like an alarm bell in her mind.

“And Selene. She doesn’t just hate me. She wants me gone. She wants me erased.” Kael stopped walking. His silver eyes caught hers in the dark. His voice was steady, without edge or softness. Just truth. “She does want you dead.” Lena’s stomach clinched “Why?” “I don’t know.” His jaw clenched, the muscle twitching there. “All I know is what I felt when I escaped her ritual. She marked me. She wanted me bound to her. But I lived. I slipped away. I don’t remember everything, but I know this—she doesn’t forgive what she can’t control. And now she looks at you the same way.”

The other six chairs surrounding it were already occupied. "Alpha Ciaran," said a dry, feminine voice. It was Amyra, the vampire queen. Her cold and calculating red eyes locked onto mine with amusement. "Countess Amyra." I bowed my head slightly, taking a seat at the table. Across from me, Zolaiah grunted in acknowledgement. The ogre king didn’t like formalities. His tusks jutted out from chapped lips, and his enormous bulk made his chair creak under him. "Let us begin," Rune Elarion, Princess Regent of the Bleeding Throne, said, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

The mirror-Selena moved with the elegance of inevitability. Each step she took echoed with finality, her crown glowing a stark blue that pulsed in eerie harmony with the one fused into Selena's spine. Across the shattered glass plain, the two figures stood—identical in form, unequal in essence. Selena gritted her teeth, her body still adjusting to the ancient weight now embedded in her soul. The name the crown had whispered lingered like frost behind her lips: Aeleth. It didn’t just change her. It restored her.

A golden hue tinged her vision as Rhyzar’s sight overlaid with hers, sharpening the distant figures into crisp detail. A lone figure approached the army from the city. Caelia's stomach twisted into knots. Selene. The woman who had betrayed her, shuffling toward the enemy like a beggar. Gone was the golden sheen of her once-perfect curls. Filth covered her fine features, her gown little more than rags clinging to her frame as she stumbled toward the front line. Caelia recoiled, blinking rapidly, but the vision remained. “She is shielded,” Rhyzar murmured through their bond, as if sensing her distress. “I agreed to give her a chance. Someone needed to act as an envoy.”