A Clash Of Kings Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You should’ve died in the chaotic search for Neil in the library! What’s so good about a moronic wench like you? Huh? Just because you saved him? Why does that matter?!” “H-How do you know about that?” she asked in a feeble voice. Clara pressed her foot on Keanna’s head. “That man is mine! I knew from the start he was going to be the King.” “Auuugh…” “What about a person like you? You, who’s gullible beyond belief!” Stomp! “You don’t even know your place, haha! Do you know what’s going to happen to you?” Stomp! “This dirt floor is where you belong.”

Astrid’s POV The air crackled with tension as the rogue king’s gaze shifted toward us, his dark eyes gleaming with an unspoken challenge. Killian’s golden eyes burned with fury, his body coiled like a predator ready to strike. But the rogue king, Ardan, stood unfazed, a shadow of calm amidst the chaos. “You’re relentless, Killian,” Ardan said smoothly, his voice carrying across the clearing like a chilling wind. “But your efforts are misplaced. You cling to a broken system—a hierarchy built on oppression and blood.”

IT HAS BEEN a week since the Vikings went on the raid that King Ragnar had told Sophie about and nothing much happened ever since. She heard that they were planning on raiding Paris whom a priest from Wessex had told King Ragnar about. She had never got the chance to meet that famous priest she had been hearing about yet, and she hoped she would once they were back if they ever made it back as she knew how strong the Franks were from the few months she had spent there with them.

“We’ve got a problem.” Amara looked up. “What now?” Cassian pointed at the monitors on his wrist drone. From the ashes of the explosion, a shadow was rising — her clone again, untouched, eyes burning brighter than before. “You can’t destroy what was made to replace you.” The clone’s voice echoed through the ruins like thunder. “I am the Crown of Nothing. And your reign ends tonight.” Luca stood weakly, pulling Amara close. “Then we end her — together.” Amara’s eyes glowed with fury. “No. I end her.”

He raised his sword. The ancient blade ignited with black fire. His crimson gaze locked onto me. "My Queen..." He spoke my title again. But this time... His voice belonged to someone else. "Come to me." The chamber trembled as the corrupted King charged forward, forcing Wesley to confront one of the most powerful warriors in history head-on.

this was her moment. “1438 AE Earldom,” she said with confidence, her voice clear and bright. A hush fell over the room before the lecturer smiled approvingly. “Very correct.” Liana leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. “It was recorded by Monk Alphonso, he's the only true witness to the story.” “Excellent,” the lecturer replied, pleased. “The Raven King was known as one of the most brutal rulers in history, feared for his tyranny and endless executions. It’s said he burned down the world after a great betrayal from his wife and best friend.”

narrated Claudia Luvin hellishly, viciously and cynically. “What are you guys planning actually?” hissed Hanny deeply frowning her forehead. “We serve our king... We serve King Richard Orlando Lie... Whatever our king wants, we must serve him by attaining it and giving it to him...” muttered Lisa Felisha with her quite relaxed fashion. “What? Whatever your king wants?” Sumico raised up a little bit her eyebrows. “Yeah, King Richard Orlando Lie wants you, Sumico... He wants you, the whole of you, your all, your everything...” answered Claudia Luvin fluently and eloquently.

"The Pure-Blood line... it’s not a curse anymore. She’s not a weapon for the network. She’s a blessing for the dirt." Kaelor walked over, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He was a man again, mostly, but the sheer physical mass of the former Dreadfang King remained. He looked down at the title Aradaa had scrawled across the first page: The Book of the Two Kings. "Sounds a bit full of yourself, don't you think?" Kaelor’s thumb traced the edge of Aradaa’s jaw, a rough, calloused touch that sent a spark of heat through Aradaa’s chest.