A Clash Of Kings Audiobook Novels & Stories

The smell of cured leather hits me first, it’s an old smell, almost eradicated, but still there. He drops the book in the space between us and my hand reaches for it immediately. My heart cracks when I see what’s on the first page and tears sting the back of my eyes. “You were searching for that book weren’t you?” I nod because I was. Clearly written on the first page are the words “Records of His Majesty, King Ashryn the Great, Supreme Lycan King of the Four Kingdoms, and His wife, Diane.” Okay, I'm a bit offended at how the latter part sounds like something added as an afterthought in my head, but this is it.

As cheesy as that sounds. “Thaelia!” She suddenly heard someone call her, completely startling her from her fantasy. Who the hell was it now? “Thaelia, you will not believe this! After the Pipilions lost the war, the population of their kind have grown massively. Almost crossing the harpoons-“ That could only be one person. “Clio for the millionth time I don't want war updates!” The moon princess groaned, rubbing her temple with her neatly manicured fingers as her friend kept walking closer to her.

Not until she read the same plot a few times. It says in the book that she had read that the first king of the North Kingdom was the strongest than the three other kings. The first king was also an Array Master and his level was below only to the current king, Luna's father. That means he is a Grade 3 Novice Array Master. That was the reason why the North Kingdom was the number one Kingdom. Also, it grew even stronger when the current king, Claude Mun Amalthea, became a Grade 3 Intermediate Array Master.

Dante being my number two and good fighter would naturally come with me. "They will only allow two wolves in and the king has taken personal offence." I rolled my eyes "He wants the works. The king has been itching for a battle to prove his power for a while." "Will it come to that?" Dante asked, sitting up properly and looking concerned. The Kingdom had not known battle for a long time, other than a few rouge fights here and there. The rouges refused to be under anyone's rule and were largely disorganised, making for short and easy battles. The official werewolf packs had all fallen into line under the King decades ago. Getting to a battle with a proper pack meant war. Everyone would

The knight's power is now shining in his eyes as he takes the god on. For a moment I’m still as the undead dark army begins to perish, turning to ash before my eyes. I'm shaken from my stupor when the ground beneath my feet rumbles and heavy thuds like thunder form. “Kellen watch out!” I scream as Aodh knocks him to the ground, lifts his foot, and attempts to stomp Kellen, who manages to roll out of the way. Again, Aodh lifts his foot coming down faster and heavier trying to squish the werewolf king beneath him.

We were prepared for whatever threat just entered. But it wasn't a threat, it was a healer. She ran into the throne room and fell to her knees before the dais, her head hung low. “How dare you barge into the High Lords meeting? Do you have a death wish, woman?” Kalias thundered, smoke emitting from his nose. I threw a side glance at Aidas and he nodded in understanding. The Fireborn High Lord might lose his temper very soon, no one wanted him to burn the throne room down. Again.

Jezzebelle watched as the Head grabbed Janelle by the arm and yank her down the hallway. Turning back to the open part of the wall Jezzebelle met the eyes of the very King she tried to never make angry. He was leaning against his desk, staring right at her one hand was tapping all of his immaculate fingers on the edge of his desk. His face was set with no emotion but the eyes held a certain blue fire she had never seen before. “Your turn Ma Petite rose destructrice.” Yep I’m in trouble, Jezzebelle thought to herself. Espically if His Grace starts in on his native tongue and his accent was very thick. It usually happens when the King gets extremely upset.

“So we just traded one curse for another?” “No,” the First King said. “You have changed the course of fate. But fate does not like to be denied.” A distant sound rumbled through the ruins, a low vibration, like the distant growl of a storm yet to break. Myrra stiffened. “That’s not normal.” Bram turned in a slow circle, his eyes narrowing. “Tell me that’s not the Veil fighting back.” The First King did not answer. He merely lifted his chin, closing his eyes as if listening to something no one else could hear. “It begins.”

"What's your name, beautiful?" "Joanna Perkins." “Joanna," he says, and my name has never sounded so beautiful coming from his lips. "Rowan Thorne," he introduces himself smoothly. His hand remains on the small of my back, rubbing distracting circles. “Though I must admit, it's a far cry from Clark Kent.” The mortification hits me all over again. I press a hand to my forehead, feeling the burning heat in my cheeks. “Oh my God. Please forget I said that.”