Kingdom Keepers Audiobook Novels & Stories

It took them twenty minutes to lead me to the heart of the kingdom—a rock fortress cut into the cliffs, where the roars of training warriors echoed like thunder. And there he was. Noah. The new Bear King. He reclined on a throne carved from one block of obsidian, shirtless, golden-brown fur across his chest, muscles as wide as tree trunks. His crown wasn't gold but bone. His eyes were indolent but sharp. "Audacus," he drawled, a smile teasing his lips. "Didn't think you'd creep this far north. I thought you only came when you were winning." I brushed off the jab. "I have a proposition."

Clio said and Erica nodded with an impressed look on her face. “That sounds so magical, So, Dominic is the king of Heaven?” she asked and Jenny nodded, “Yes, we learned about all of this in last ten years since we are here. The ‘Book of Kingdoms’ contain it all,” she said and raised two fingers at the shelf, “Give me the ‘Book of Kingdoms’” she said in commanding manner, the books moved and a book in black color moved out of a shelf and floated in front of them, the book floated to the table and was placed on it elegantly. Erica whistled lowly, “Will I be able to do that?” she asked as she touched the book, the velvet covering it was so soft and silky. She had never touched a more expensive

It’s almost dark, and he is doing his usual end-of-day checking of the things I have learned. “All the human families who served and gained recognition during the war are given their own kingdoms to rule. So, from a single Kingdom, humans are divided into different lands. And the Pitchford is the thirteenth Kingdom founded since the war of hundred years ago.” “And the name of the original Kingdom?” “Orttenburg.” “Correct, tomorrow, we will—” “Harbin!” I look at the sound of the voice. It’s Theo. “King Eugene Theo Pitchford,” Harbin starts. “You are not allowed in this room. You have other documents that you need to finish right?”

Frustration slowly built inside him. Then—His hand froze as he eyes caught thw sight of a symbol. A circle surrounded by thirteen crescent moons. The exact same symbol from Ashbourne Academy and the exact same symbol from his vision. Draven immediately pulled the book free and dust exploded into the air. The title was faded which most of the pages were damaged but one section remained readable. His eyes scanned rapidly, then stopped. "The Keepers." His heart skipped and slowly, he continued reading. The Keepers were not a pack, nor were they rogues.

I shook my head. “I have never seen any of them.” “You haven't.” He stepped through the doorway. “But they have seen you.” The dead warriors raised their heads. A strange pressure filled the air. Then one of them spoke. “My Queen.” Another followed. “My Queen.” Then hundreds. Thousands. “My Queen.” Their voices merged into one enormous sound. I stepped backward. “I am not your queen.” The First King laughed. “You still believe that.” Kael moved beside me. His sword was raised, though his hand was shaking.

I turned my body slightly, putting one of my legs up on the bench, so that I could look at him better without having to break my neck. “No,” he answered, looking down at the book in his hands. “I’m from the Kingdom of Vinter.” “What’s it like there?” A smile bloomed on his lips as he dreamed himself back to his place of origin. “It’s incredibly beautiful,” he started, while his gaze was locked on the leatherbound book in his hands. “It’s cold, but not freezing,” he explained. “There’s snow all year long, but everything just looks so beautiful like that, frozen in time.” Everything about him screamed love and longing. “The King of Winter is old,” he raised his eyebrows slightly. “He’s the kin

He said in a low voice, that made her grin like an idiot. "So bad." And he told, everything, holding nothing back, and she prayed it would be like this. Him and her, forever, come what may. °°°° ~After a fortnight~ "Men and women of Kingdom Brone! We are under siege! The Athànatoi are upon us! dark days draw near! Strong men of Kingdom Brone come forward and show your might, and fight for yours and mine, for all that was and will be, fight for Brone! May the creator Help us all!"

He said nothing else, no matter how I pressed him, only repeating that he had already told me more than he should have. I let him go, though the word refused to leave my thoughts long after he'd left. Keepers. Not a title I recognized from any record I'd ever read, and I had read most of what my father left behind. Whoever they were, they had survived in the shadows of a kingdom I believed I ruled completely. Seraphina's POV>>>>>>>> I waited until I was alone to take the note from where I'd hidden it, tucked inside the lining of my jewelry box. I read it again, the same six words I'd already read a dozen times.

"Everything that Celestia and the Alliance have told you about this war and why it's happening is a lie." I narrowed my eyes on him, but he just took a breath before looking me square in the eye and continuing. "You saw the people in there. You saw how it's driving them mad, and forcing them to shift into their alter forms. The Beastial Kingdom didn't start this war; Celestia did. They corrupted our king on the day they were supposed to sign a peace treaty. They did something to him that forced his dragon to the surface in a blind rage, instantly voiding the treaty between kingdoms, and therefore restarting the war that we were trying to end. That king came back to the Beastial kingdom after

"I am in charge of your tour. I will show you the history walls, the old grounds, and everything else. Since you carry the blood of this kingdom, you have access to almost every room." I open my mouth to speak, but Adam’s face goes completely white. His smile vanishes, his eyes locking on something behind my shoulder. He takes a half-step back, his fingers twitching near his belt. I turn around. King Darwin has just stepped through the portal, his heavy boots crushing the dry grass. Jeremiah follows close behind him, his hand resting on the hilt of his short blade. Kaycen clears his throat, his eyes locking onto Darwin. A strange, tight expression passes over his face, his lips thinning into