Novel & Cerita Best Royal Road Audiobooks

“I've got more important things to worry about.” He couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his own mouth. Normally, he'd have been able to hide his real feelings a little better. But something about that morning, with the news of his father's surgery, had given him distinct confidence in the face of Magdalena. He wanted to get her riled up. He wanted to make her squirm, like she had been doing to him for years and years. “When you say things like that, you sound more like a commoner than you do royalty,” she said. “You're brash and unrefined. Not fit to be a prince.”

Five thousand Years Ago, The loud howling of Alpha king Julius echoed in the Royal Anderson's castle followed by a deep rumbling sound and a flash of lightning in the sky. Rain poured heavily outside the castle and that night was a night of blood and rain. Alpha King Julius rushed out of his room after seeing his new bride getting murdered. The servant in the castle ran helter-skelter as Alpha King Julius continued to scream out in agony. It wasn't the loud howling that shook the mighty castle, it was the unfortunate death of the new queen.

Mom had been a really stubborn Queen. There was a time in the palace back at England when the masses where getting angry because the paid taxes weren’t used to build roads. Her husband had withdrawn and panicked because they came to rally. Mum, as fierce as ever, had organized a public royal hearing. She addressed the people and convinced them why the money should be used for food and health first. She made it known that it was a basic necessity of life. That she would allocate the building of roads if the people were patient enough.

Exhausted and out of breath, we finally emerged onto the street at approximately two fifteen in the morning. Mountain unfolded before us, a picturesque haven illuminated by streetlights that surpassed anything Hayland had to offer. I understood Brandon's fervor to elevate his home, but comparing it to Mountain was like comparing apples to the moon. Mountain belonged to the Lord of the East, Head Alpha of the East, and the leader of the Royal Council—a Volkov, pure royalty. The contrast was stark, yet Brandon's ambition soared higher than the realistic realms of achievement. Unlike him, I preferred earning my progress rather than relying on charm. Whatever he called it, the truth remained—he

She looked to Nyx, “Uncle Royal knows all the words to Encanto and he even dances with me. Can we watch that one first?” Nyx looked to Famke at this revelation and grinned, “you should definitely lock him down or I might.” Royal threw his head back and laughed, “sorry Nyx. Even if she never lets me put a ring on it, I’m a one-woman man until the day I die, and she is it.” Famke felt the heat on her cheeks as Nyx grinned at her and Bram shook his head with a twinkle in his eye. Royal was winning them over, slowly but surely. She admitted, she was right there with them.

Then there was a shift he noted in attacks after a few years, the new target becoming the Royal family instead of random packs. “It stated off as a distant cousin of our King in Whales, the Body burnt almost beyond recognition save for the head. His body was ash so the king did the honorable thing of burning him the rest of the way to end his suffering. It is the first time I have seen my Lord and Master cry, a death that has us more worried now than ever.”

The wax pressed hard enough to crack some of the parchment fibers. Voices. Never faces. Words boomed in his memory, half‑understood. *Strike here. Leave these roads untouched. There are no attacks on the palace convoys. Hit the allies. Hit the rebels. Leave the crown’s routes alone.* Royal involvement, then. Not just one mask in a forest. An organized pattern. I pushed a little more light in, just enough to nudge at the shadows around those images. Another memory broke loose. This one clearer. Sharper.

The royal party left the capital at first light, the air crisp and heavy with the scent of pine and distant rain. Hooves thundered against the cobblestone streets as King Lucien led the column on his massive black warhorse, Caelan riding beside him on a silver-maned mare. Behind them rode a small but elite guard, and at the rear — deliberately placed — was Prince Rowan Draven.

" Hearing his mother say that, Robert froze again. Can't believe that Annie would go out despite the weather like this. I don't know if she's okay or not. Robert ran to his Lamborghini car and sped away. He followed the direction of the road just now, she followed the housekeeper Jun's instructions. He rolled his entire hand into a fist and slammed it into the silence, blaming himself for being so unintentional. Because it was raining, it was difficult to see. His eyes kept changing direction to hit both sides of the road. "Safes…" Robert won quickly and then stopped. He opened the door and walked to the other side of the road, where many people gathered, talking about a silver Ferrari super

I take my time going down the stairs, dreading the fake smile I’ll need to plaster on my face. The front door is open when I get downstairs, and I find my father and stepmother on the porch, standing there with a background of noisy trucks and their incessant back-up beeping. It seems the royals at it already, ruining what’s left of our pack roads just to finish whatever they have planned for the dam. No doubt, they stand to benefit from it all somehow. There must be some sort of profit to be made by it. That’s how it is with royals. Everything is about money and power.