Novel & Cerita A Clash Of Kings Audiobook

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

That also happened to be when I realized that there had to be something seriously wrong with me because even covered head to toe in mud, blood, and god only knows what else, the heat in those emerald eyes as he looked me over instantly had heat rising to a place it had no right to be at the moment. I turned away from him, probably blushing, but the second his warm palm landed on my back, my whole body relaxed for the first time since we walked up here. Slowly, I replaced my knife with one of the sheaths along my ribs as I looked up at the king once more. "How were you able to defeat that many so quickly?" The king asked, narrowing their icy eyes on Xavier now.

Wrong. And in front of the hut stood a woman. She was young. Beautiful. With long black hair and eyes that gleamed with ancient power. Morgana. “Well, well,” she said. Her voice was silk and poison. “The alpha daughter and the cursed prince. How delightful.” The cursed wolf burst from the trees behind us. Morgana raised one hand. The wolf exploded. Just… exploded. Blood and bone and fur scattered across the clearing. “Sorry about that,” Morgana said. “Council pets are so poorly trained these days.”

she whispered, her voice barely audible. ​She reached up toward my hair, intending to help. But before her fingers could even brush my skin, the heavy kitchen doors burst inward with a deafening crash. ​Bang! ​Instantly, every single servant in the room dropped flat onto their knees, their foreheads pressing against the floorboards. ​"The King." ​Kael Draven strode into the kitchen, his massive black cloak billowing behind him like shadows brought to life. The entire room seemed to shrink around his towering frame. Even the roaring fires in the massive stone ovens suddenly felt colder, subdued by his suffocating aura.

Both books are combined together, and Abhimanyu's book is titled *Taken: King's Rights Reserved*. ... Thank you, ShineeSunshine ❤️

Elara yelled, her ears ringing. Korth was no longer the thin, tired librarian. His shadow grew until it hit the ceiling. Claws tore through his human skin, and his eyes burned like twin suns. He lunged at Joren, the boy who had inhaled the king's soul. But Joren didn't move like a boy anymore. He moved like a soldier who had fought a hundred wars. He dodged Korth’s massive hand with a graceful spin. "You are too slow, Dragon," Joren said. His voice was deep and rasping, the voice of the dead King Aldren. "You spent too long hiding in this mountain. You forgot what it’s like to bleed."

It felt strange. “We need to address everyone,” I said to the two kings beside me. Hoping one of them would open the dialogue. Mathias stepped up to the plate. “Clan’s, Packs, and Clowders!” His profound and strong voice rang across the mass, he stood tall and robust like a mighty king, compelling all to settle and listen to him. “We have suffered a great loss today! Each kingdom has lost brave men and women who fought for a just cause. The enemy we defeated today, would have had us thrown back into the dark ages, using unholy creatures they created by snatching away, humans and shifters alike!

The throne room, once a symbol of power and authority, had transformed into a battleground where destinies collided. "You dare defy me, Maximus?" King Gaius sneered, his voice a thunderous proclamation. "Your rebellion ends here." Maximus, bloodied but resolute, steadied himself. The gleam of defiance in his eyes matched the glint of his unsheathed sword. "Your tyranny ends tonight, Gaius." The two adversaries circled each other, locked in a dance of mortal consequence. The clash of their blades resonated with the echoes of history, as if the very walls bore witness to the collision of destinies predetermined by gods and men.

"Ha!" He faced the audience, walking back towards them with slow, winding steps. He threw his hands out to either side, tossing them twice in the air. "Ha! What foolish jabber!" He spun himself around on his heals, fully animated. Again facing Webber, he mocked him and said, "If the man was so incompetent, maybe he was never fit to rule in the first place! Or maybe you haven't thought of that, have you, sage? You never consider your own folly or that of this book!" Kallida contended, snatching the copy of the Kingsmen Chronicles from the desk of the court clerk and throwing it violently downward. There was a loud thud as the thick book hit against the hard ground with its soft leather bindin

A vicious look, full of anger, flashed on Chloe’s face. “Victor’s kingdom, Arthur. It is Rivera,” she spoke through gritted teeth. “They flow in an order, Arthur,” Chloe snapped. And she raised her hand and spoke as she formed a pyramid in the air with her finger, “On top lies the clan of Keats, where the magic streams. And after them is the clan of Collins, where strength comes. Their neighbor is clan Yash, men of who are honest and just. Then comes clan Martin, clan Jones and clan Brown – they are filled with brave soldiers, whom you could never bring down. Then comes the clan Keplins, clan Rivera, and clan Lapiz – they are the meanest, the shrewdest, and the worst. Challenge them and you