Kingdom Keepers Audiobook Novels & Stories

answered a disembodied voice, coming from the glowing light. "King Father, I have splendid news for you," replied Anderson. "Oh? And that is?" "Aldous's arrogant king, Oswin Alvingham, is in the mortal realm," said Anderson with a sinister smile. "And he is dead."

"You dare to come here, you fool. Do you think you can defeat me? You think you can ruin my intentions?" "I will defeat you, Kingdom," I responded, my voice unwavering. "I have no idea what you want or what my pack has done to offend you, but you aren't going unscathed." Kingdom laughed, a harsh grating sound that reverberated through the forest. He raised his hand, and the shadows danced around him, forming grotesque shapes that clawed at the air. "You are nothing but a pawn, xander, a puppet in my game. I am the master here, and you will bend to my will."

"Tell me everything." The immortal king lowered his head. For a long moment, only the sound of the First Wolf's labored breathing filled the cavern. "When Lyra created the Crown of Balance," Auren began, "she chose twelve families to protect its secret." His voice echoed softly through the chamber. "They became known as the Keepers." Diana nodded. "They lived among humans so no one would suspect them." "The Hollow Kings hunted them relentlessly," Auren continued. "One family fell after another until only one bloodline remained." His silver eyes met mine. "Yours." The word struck like lightning and my knees nearly gave out. "My family..." "They were the last guardians."

I added quietly to him so bus guy wouldn't hear. "Got it," he whispered back. Then, in a booming voice, said: "Sky! Aren't you going to introduce me to your stalker-turned-friend here?” Shooting daggers at him, I was the one fumbling this time. "T- this is Adam," I said pointing to him. "Hey!" Adam gave a small bow. "I'm Adam. The aforementioned." "And this is..." I waited for bus guy to give a name. "Cass," he said. "Cassius. But call me Cass."

The servants simply unlocked the doors if they happened to find them closed, bowed, and disappeared again. Except my actual research project here was a total bust. I still hadn’t found a single mention of realm interlopers. Apparently, the North had meticulously documented eight hundred years of livestock taxation, seventeen separate border disputes over whose goats had wandered onto whose mountain, and the complete bloodlines of every Great Pack Alpha since the founding of the kingdom… but not one helpful chapter titled *So You’ve Accidentally Fallen Into Another Dimension*. Typical. Every afternoon I’d slide a heavy ledger back into its slot, dust off my hands, and sigh. Still. Only ninety

Damian took a deep breath and asked Lucas directly, "Did the Thornridge Pack offend you in some way, Your Highness?" As Damian asked the question, Lucas's gaze moved past Damian's body to my face behind him. Lucas’s expression was indifferent, his bronzed skin slightly exposed where it wasn't covered by the suit fabric, giving him the air of a true King of the Jungle amidst the crowded elite. His voice, low and smooth, was like a commanding horn—serious and tense. “You’ll have to ask your Luna, Lila.”

I tried to pass off the inquiry casually, just making boring small talk. But Mars' eyes widened so huge I worried they might actually fall out of his skull. He clutched the edges of the desk, leaning forward eagerly. "Dragonkeepers? Why, they're the absolute stuff of legends! Almost nothing is reliably documented given how unbelievably scarce true keepers are. But the texts speculate..." He was off and running, no further prompting needed. As Mars launched into a rapid-fire data dump about keeper lineage and mythical powers, I nodded along, trying not to get overwhelmed. Guess I'd tapped into his specialty subject! This was gold intel.

The smell of cured leather hits me first, it’s an old smell, almost eradicated, but still there. He drops the book in the space between us and my hand reaches for it immediately. My heart cracks when I see what’s on the first page and tears sting the back of my eyes. “You were searching for that book weren’t you?” I nod because I was. Clearly written on the first page are the words “Records of His Majesty, King Ashryn the Great, Supreme Lycan King of the Four Kingdoms, and His wife, Diane.” Okay, I'm a bit offended at how the latter part sounds like something added as an afterthought in my head, but this is it.

(Royal Armor Bearer), Alexander Kypher (Captain of the Guard), Justice Atticus (Chief War Council); in order from the King's left: Sebastian Trimble (Seer), Dorcus Garner (Seer Apprentice), Eliezer Webber (Kingsmen Ambassador), Adrien Blackridge (Knight Apprentice). 'Stephan and Casper, Sebastian and Ramus, standing shoulder to shoulder with... Justice, Kypher, and Blackridge? But, then... this is a recent history, and that means... this book can't be much more than twenty years old, if that.' She looked to the two names she hadn't recognized. "The only people I don't know are these two," she processed aloud, tapping a finger on the right side of the picture. "Dorcus Garner..." she read, stu

“Yes.” He shifted slightly in his seat, turning more toward me. “There are these three men. They’re called the Keepers. The first, Eamon Virek. Fifty-six years old. From the Ironclaw Pack. He’s been serving the council for twenty-two years. The second, Darius Holt. Forty-eight years old. From the Silverfang Pack. Fifteen years in service. And the third…” Aric paused briefly. “Kael Renn.” Something about the name felt off.