Kingdom Of Ash Free Audiobook Novels & Stories

I didn't even hear him come. He looked at my face. He was alarmed. "What happened?" he asked. I couldn't answer. This was impossible. Terrible. Unthinkable. Ares took the letter. Read it. Then he was silent. There was heavy silence. Terrible silence. Finally, he looked at me. He was pale. The letter said one thing. One horrible thing. *The Order of Ash is in your kingdom. They are, among your people. One of them has your sons.*

“We will not let the crown control us any longer. This is the beginning of the end.” With that, she raised her sword high, the symbol of the Frostkin’s power and heritage. The army surged forward, a tidal wave of fury and resolve. The battle for the kingdom had begun, and Asha was ready to lead them to victory—no matter the cost. --- The clash with the royal forces came swiftly. Asha’s forces, though outnumbered, were fierce, driven by the knowledge that they were fighting for their survival, their future. The royal army met them with the full force of their might, but Asha’s heart was steady, her mind sharp. She was no longer the hunted. She was the hunter.

Ashen had built her entire strategy around a simple, brutal assumption: that faced with this exact choice, I would simply comply, the crown for his life, exactly the story she wanted to tell. She hadn't accounted for what I'd actually learned, across every crisis since that first night in the Great Hall, about what it meant to refuse to be simple leverage in someone else's plan. "No," I said. Ashen's composed expression flickered with genuine surprise. "No?" "No," I said again, steadier now, understanding arriving with the same clarity that had once helped collapse Thorne's unstable gate. "You want a story about a King sacrificing his kingdom for love. I'm not interested in giving you that s

They clung to each other, sobbing—a scene so touching it could move anyone to tears. I stared coldly at the jeweled circlet on his head, flashing arrogantly in the firelight. My own hair, before I died, had been tied back with nothing but a frayed leather cord—some drunken client's careless afterthought. I listened as Matthew, in that clear, sweet voice of his, spun a story so perfect it was seamless. "Father, forgive me—I've been so unfilial. I wasn't lost that night. I was taken—kidnapped by slavers.

It had never been about her it was about the curse for centuries, women had been brought here with promises they couldn't keep and I refused to become another fool. Ashina isn't different If she failed she would leave or die trying. The kingdom would move on and so would I. A low chuckle echoed inside my mind not from the corridor from somewhere much darker. "Still lying?" I froze as the curse voice slithered through my thoughts like smoke. "You stepped closer." It yelled. "I lost my balance." "Did you?" "I was making sure she wasn't hiding a weapon." It laughed slow, mocking sound. "Is that why you looked at her lips?" My chest tightened.

Wolves crowned with coral. The first king stepped back. His grey mist flickered. “You belong to me.” The first warrior lifted his spear. “My name is Commander Toren Ashwater.” His voice no longer scraped. It thundered. “I belonged to a kingdom that murdered me.” The spear struck the floor. Every dead warrior answered. The force threw the first king into the shell door. Raiken swayed beside me. I caught his arm. His skin burned. “You need to sit.” He glanced at the army.

"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

A sound came out of me that I did not recognize. "No!" My body moved before my mind did. I lunged for the urn. Too late. It hit the ground between us. The lid came off. The white ash that had been my father drifted out, light and weightless. It settled on the wet ground, mixing with the dirt. The world stopped. I sat where I had fallen. The white was the only thing I could see. That had been my father. That had been the man who tucked me in when I had a fever, the man who taught me to ride a bike on the road in front of our house, the man who looked at me and said I was the best thing in his life.