A Clash Of Kings Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Third came the Winter kingdom, which produced the best clothes, especially leather clothes, which were the most worn in winter, because it was the coldest kingdom. And last was the Autumn kingdom, with its best fishermen on the continent, who made the best and most resistant boats, to stay longer facing the ocean. When I finished reading the book, Anthony appeared in the garden, I had told the maids to tell him I would be waiting for him. " What's going on? Are we celebrating a holiday? " No, I was just thinking that it would be good for both of us to have dinner alone. Sit down, I had your favorite dish prepared.

There is no way he could possibly know I’m aligned with the rebels. “Alpha Jackson,” I call out. The werewolf blanches, his brows furrowing. “Yes, Your Majesty?” “Would you be so kind as to introduce me to this Alpha?” I point to the rebel spy, whose thoughts immediately turn more doubtful. “Alpha Klave of the Greenwood Pack,” Alpha Jackson says. I stare down Alpha Klave knowingly, and he huffs. “If you are insinuating that I’m a rebel spy, as you call them, I can tell you I am offended by the accusation.”

As though seeing her for the first time. A deafening crack interrupted everything. The fracture exploded wider. The dead kings roared. The sound shook the forest. Trees splintered. Soldiers dropped to their knees. Even the dragons lowered themselves against the force. The silver-horned king pushed forward. One enormous claw emerged through the fracture. Reality bent around it. A second claw followed. “It’s breaking through!” Kael shouted. The clearing erupted into chaos. Dragons took flight. Soldiers scrambled. Rhazion’s expression hardened.

The usual chorus of traffic horns and market voices had vanished, replaced by uneasy silence broken only by the distant wail of sirens. Two kings were at war. And when kings clashed, ordinary people learned how to disappear. Massive television screens mounted on street corners replayed the same news over and over—burning casinos, collapsed warehouses, bullet-riddled walls. “Authorities urge all citizens to remain indoors…” “…Violence escalates between the Deluca and Black Whisper factions…” “…Speculation grows over the cause of the conflict…” Men dressed in black stood at nearly every junction. Some bore Bruno Deluca’s insignia. Others wore Lorenzo’s colors. Their eyes were sharp, suspicious

Aurelion’s voice slams through the link. “Hold the line!” His dragon surges forward at the same moment Malrec attacks. The two kings collide like falling mountains. The sound of the impact echoes across the valley. Fire erupts between them. Their wings beat violently as they tear at each other with claws and teeth. Stone fractures beneath their weight, and the ground itself seems to shudder from the force of the fight. I have seen Aurelion fight before. I have never seen him fight like this. There is no restraint in his movements now.

Flashes of lightning streaked through the clouds above the arena as his aura leaked uncontrollably from rage. The atmosphere instantly turned oppressive. But then— “Clowns.” Alpha Kingsley’s voice sounded calmly. Yet the single word carried overwhelming dominance. The next second— BOOOOM! A terrifying aura suddenly exploded from Alpha Kingsley’s body, crashing heavily onto the Thunder Dominion Lycan Lord like a mountain. Dark. Heavy. Dominating. The pressure was monstrous. The air itself seemed to freeze. Several weaker spectators instantly turned pale from the terrifying force alone. Even the Thunder Dominion Lycan Lord’s expression changed slightly.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

ARIEL Kazimir's teeth grazed my throat, his breath hot against my skin. My pulse pounded so hard I thought it might burst from my veins. "Stop!" I shouted, twisting in his grip. "I've already been claimed!" The words froze the room. Kazimir pulled back just enough to glare down at me, his dark eyes burning with disbelief. "You're lying." I bared my teeth. "Try me." His grip tightened, fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. "So there isn't an Alpha alive who could touch you without burning. But you expect me to believe some nameless bastard got to you first?"

I had never seen him like this. Not even beneath the mountain. Not even when the smiling creature emerged. "Renn." The old man didn't answer. "Renn!" Finally he looked at me. The fear in his eyes made my blood run cold. "The Thirteen Kings." Lightning flashed again. The Grave Legions continued marching. Relentless. Endless. "What are the Thirteen Kings?" Renn laughed. A broken sound. The laugh of a man discovering things could always become worse. "They ruled before history."