King Of Greed Audiobook Free นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“It’s a bit more complicated than that.” “Complicated, how?” “Must we get into all this?” “If you want my help...” “I do.” Nauvree sighed. “She’s doing a miserable job running her kingdom and her people are starving. Even with the raids you’re doing on Danbury, he’s robbing them blind.” “Sounds as though you two have history.” Savage lifted his drink. “Why not just tell her.” “I’ve tried...Wretched woman won’t listen.” “Ah.” Perhaps his intention is not so much to steal as to help.

After all, if we could find reason enough, the King could demand the pack to reveal all of their secrets or face the King's army. "Alpha Fin" stated the wolf who lead us to the packhouse. "I present Alpha Cyrus Astor and Beta Dante Clifford of the Golden Moon pack." I looked at each person's face to assess their emotions determined to find their tells. Those on the lower step showed interest in who we were. The Golden Moon pack was the King's pack after all. His royal court and warriors predominantly came from them. Being Alpha and the King's next of kin, I was also next in line for the throne. Our presence didn't seem to phase the Alpha and Luna. Their faces were passive showing no em

OCTAVIUS POV "We might as well pledge ourselves as well," Kohn says as the surprise from the rejection clause fades away. Lucifer nods, and both of them move from behind the desk. "Jannah," Kohn says, and his daughter moves to his side. Beerus once again moves forward on our mind, and I brace myself for the uncomfortable feeling of merging with them. "Do you three pledge yourselves to me. Will you serve me and obey me, Octavius Bishop, your King," I ask, and Jannah shivers from the power laced through my words.

The room became silent , They started murmuring to each order . " Permit me to speak Your majesty ,We all know that taxes are paid to make sure the city is in good shape so I don't think if the tax are doubled or tripled it's for our own good your majesty ,I Really don't understand why the people are complaining about it now " " You are right sir John they shouldn't complain about it ,Its so unfortunate that you are one of those people defaming the king's name " " Actually, Your majesty forgive me but I never said so please am sorry "

All on his own? "Never has there been a King so strong, so selfless, so fierce as our departed king Mammon." She half-cried. Selfless? He was the demon of Greed, wasn't he? "The prosperity of our kingdom owes everything to King Mammon. Never have we lacked our fulfilment of Greed. Our King was beloved by all, hated by none." She yelled passionately. I eyed the gravel underneath my shoes. Most of the stones were yellow. "No demon shall ever live up to King Mammon. No demon shall ever come close to his greatness!" She screamed next.

"There are others who must see the injustice, who must feel the same desire for freedom and fairness. We'll gather them, we'll build our strength, and we'll confront the Four Kings. For your father, for Iron Claw, and for our future." Tristan shook his head, "They cowered in fear once . They will do it again. How else do you think the four kings succeeded in eliminating my father? Greed is a weakness, and most of these alphas possess it," he said to me and a silence settled in the room because I knew he was telling the truth. Indeed, most of the Alphas I had met were greedy idiots with little or nothing to offer.

A whisper echoes to his ears as it calls. “Sin of Greed.” With his expression turning into a twisted way and somehow, someway none of his servants who comes along with him notices like he locks them both into a world where they are blinded by how corrupted their serving royalty is. He laughs as he is enjoying the play by which he whispers claiming the thoughts. “Greed?” asking, yet more like taunting with the desire and a hint to dwell within it himself. He then whispers, “Isn’t it too perfect of a description of who am I?”

a voice shrieked, a wet, rattling sound of a throat scoured by dust. A massive rogue Alpha, Grimm, stepped into the light of a flickering amber lantern. He was a nightmare of silver-salt tumors and exposed ribs, his left arm a multi-jointed claw that clicked rhythmically. He pointed that claw at a human woman clutching a crying infant. "The King promised us a roof!" Grimm roared, his yellow eyes bulging with a manic, dehydrated fire. "But the roof is a kiln! The rocks are drinking our blood! If the King won't open the aquifers, we take the wet meat! We drink the small ones first!"

His lips curved into an easy smirk, but his eyes—his cold, piercing eyes—held nothing but amusement. “I have connections,” I said, my voice steady despite the dull ache in my bound wrists. “The King of Decresh—he will bless you, give you anything you desire. Gold, land, power—he’ll even multiply it.” His brow arched, but the flicker of interest vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by disgust. “I’m sorry, gorgeous,” he drawled, voice thick with mockery. “But no one can give me what I want. No one, except those freaks.” His lips curled as he spat the last word, as if the very thought sickened him.

Despite being the younger sibling, he wanted the throne and when he did not get it, he got mad and left the family but not after taking a huge chunk of the family's inheritance. When her father died, he jumped at the opportunity to become King. In just one year, the werewolf economy had plummeted so low that they went from top to bottom quickly. All the money and resources went into his pocket and that of his greedy officials. Even now, as she stared at him, all she could see in his eyes was a man who had been consumed by greed. "Cat got your tongue?" "You don't know half of it!" Diana spat in anger. "Well, then, show me. Shift right now!' King Lennon demanded. He grinned when she did not sh