Kingdom Keepers Audiobook Novels & Stories

Recently, King Edward Herman and Queen Mary Herman had announced the fixed marriage of their daughter to the King of Country A. Country A was the richest and most powerful nation, ruled by the formidable and ruthless King Alexander Knight, often referred to as the "God of War" for his undefeated record on the battlefield since the age of 15. Country K, in contrast, is a small and vulnerable nation, situated next to Country A. Due to continuous attacks from their powerful neighbor, the people of Country K had suffered greatly. Their resources and strength were insufficient to defend against the aggressors.

he replied, his voice warm. “And why do you say that?” Aislen found herself smiling back at him. There was something entirely engaging about him, she thought, something that sucked a person into his warmth and made them want to confess to all manner of things. Not a werewolf, she tried to think logically. No, Leighton Richard wasn’t a werewolf, nor was he a vampire. But he was something… something supernatural. “Because, I am not,” he replied. “You are the Secret Keeper.”

He thought he had hidden enough, but he couldn't believe that his eyes had accused out. Jame's hands clenched my neck, despite the thin skin peeling off. I made a successful bet. Jame had a love for King David. He's a brave Alpha and will fall in love with another Alpha. Or rather, he's just like me. It's all alpha masquerading, not purebred wolves. I realized this every time the king invaded the territory. James alone is allowed to take care of David. He kicks everyone out. More importantly, every time looks at David, Jame always exudes cheerful pride. It is not the same as the feeling of worshiping the superior.

"This is Sera. Please don't be annoyed at Kael, he genuinely tried to stop me. He underestimates how determined I am, which is frankly insulting after twenty four years." I sat down on the couch. "He warned me," I said. "Good. That means he's learning." A pause. "I'm not calling to interrogate you. I want to be clear about that. I'm calling because my brother has spent eight years running a kingdom and not once in that entire time have I heard him talk about a Tuesday like it's something he looks forward to." Another pause, shorter. "He talks about your Tuesdays the way people talk about things that matter to them. I just wanted to know the person behind that."

He’d hesitated. “Asher will follow once they get answers.” “And you?” “I return to Ashcliff after ensuring the women are settled.” “To get answers.” “Yes.” “And because your father will expect you to.” A small smile had flickered at that. “You see too much.” “I see enough.” Now, as we stepped into Emberhold’s inner keep, I felt the weight of that reality. Kaelith would not remain. Asher would join us. Jakob and Vael would rotate. But the king—

The survivors nearby watched nervously. Waiting. Hoping Renn would explain. Instead he whispered a single sentence. "The legends were true." A knot formed in my stomach. "What legends?" Renn stared toward the distant horizon. Toward the thirteen rising fortresses. Toward the giants awakening beneath the earth. "The Keeper." The word carried weight. Ancient weight. "What keeper?" The old scholar swallowed. "The Keeper of the Key." The world seemed to grow colder. Even the fire beside us dimmed slightly. As though reality itself was listening.

BOOM. Dust drifted from the ceiling. But nobody looked at the fracture now. Everyone was watching the creature. Watching the Hollow King. Watching old wounds reopen. The creature’s eyes drifted toward the throne. “There were seven of us.” The Hollow King’s jaw tightened. “We don’t need this story.” “We do.” Its voice wasn’t angry. Just certain. And somehow that certainty made everyone listen. “There were seven Keepers.” The cavern became quiet again. “We believed we could save everyone.” It smiled bitterly.

Ronan asked, his voice respectful but firm. The old man didn’t look at him. His voice, when it came, was a dry rustle, like leaves scraping over stone. “I have come to see the Keeper. And the Voice. I am the last of my kind. I am the Memory Keeper.” A ripple of confusion went through the crowd. They had Rememberers. They had Kael’s Archives. What was a Memory Keeper? Liora, who had been tending a small herb garden with Elara, stood and wiped her hands on her apron. She felt the man’s presence like a deep, still pool in the lively river of the settlement. She walked towards him.

Authoress pov The guys were at Richie place, they kept on talking and laughing, after awhile they saw the news too and they pout and keep giving different opinions. "In history, I heard that the keepers clan keeps the world safe from evil thing's but now look at the way different bad occurrence keep on happening" prem said sadly "Well, I heard that the keepers clan are no longer functioning!" Nelly said "So you believe that superstition stuff, I really pity you" Richie scoffs " Well, it might be true.. because my grandma once told me that she was saved by a keeper once and that the keepers clans are known to be famous, wealthy, strong, supernatural and beautiful set of people" Kay reply cold

“You’re welcome. And training went well. I was exhausted afterward but Alessia said she felt stronger. Maybe that’s why she could finally tell you were our mate.” He nods his head. “That makes sense. Are you supposed to go back tomorrow?” “Yes. Same time. Oh, and, Cara told me that someone named Ailduin will be here next weekend. He’s bringing his son and they want to hear and document my story.” “The Fae King and his son Aolis. Apparently, they are the keepers of the Guardian’s history. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to meet you.” “I’ve never met any of the Fae. Do you know anything about them?”