Queen's Code Audiobook Novels & Stories

She was unable to suppress the quiet whine that worked its way out of her throat, cracking through the flimsy apprehension that they were both immersed in. Another big hand slipped down her stomach, a warm palm flattening which made the Queen shiver. Lukas parted her lips with his tongue, licking into her mouth carefully and languidly. She mewled, lifting her hands and curling them around his neck, trying to pull him even closer. Lukas was warm and firm against her, overwhelming in every way possible.

Queen (smiling faintly): "Then you must go now. Before the Codex answers to someone else." As Ceres turns to leave, the walls tremble. A crack splits the flame crystal. The Queen's breath catches. Ceres (looking back): "Mother?" Queen (barely a whisper): "He found it. Arion has touched the Codex... it's awake." The Hidden Passage Ceres rushes toward the rear corridor when the Queen suddenly grabs her wrist with surprising strength. Queen (urgent): "He has the Mirror of Embers. He'll see your next steps before you make them. Hide your mind. Shield your flame."

I refuse to choose another queen. ******************************************

Warriors talking, the sound of metal clashing, the cackling of laughter, and the beat of a drum are just some of the things that begin to overrun my mind. Closing my eyes I start to block the sounds out, concentrating on the beat of Mathias's heart, still in sync with mine. As the noises clear the voices begin to filter in, not warriors talking but warriors’ thoughts. “The queen of shifters.” “Is that her?” “Someone alert King Kellen.” “She is beautiful” “A goddess in the flesh.” Most of the thoughts I heard were kind, some not so much. Most were surprised by my presence and others looked at Mathias, shocked that he had returned to face the dark army again.

The words echoed inside my skull, cold, ancient, wrong. I pulled away from Kael, my breathing uneven, my heart racing. The bond immediately protested, a sharp ache forming in my chest, and I ignored it because there were bigger problems, far bigger. Kael's attention remained fixed on me. "What did you hear?" I hesitated. The room felt too small, too crowded. Finally I forced the words out. "Someone spoke to me." Diana's face immediately paled and Kael's expression darkened. "What did they say?" The memory sent another chill through me. I swallowed. "They called me queen." Silence. Absolute silence. No one moved, no one breathed.

Nodding to the guards, we square our shoulders as the doors open and step inside just as my father calls out from somewhere inside. “Presenting her royal majesty, Queen Isabella Nightlock, and his royal highness, Prince Consort Liam Hawk.”

I slam my fists on my desk and the growl that leaves my throat shakes the walls of the kingdom, I stand and head to our bedroom, my Royal Beta in toe. I enter our room and look around, seeing everything gone but my belongings, I storm out and knock hard on her door and enter the code. The door doesn’t open and I take a deep breath and try again and it still doesn’t open. Fuck me, she’s changed the code, I slam my fists against the door as I yell, “My Queen open this fucking door.” Her voice is full of rage as she screams, “FAT CHANCE OF THAT HAPPENING.” I release my aura as Zeus growls in my head, “what did you do this time?”

This one's armor was decorated with silver vines. It knelt before Beauty. Then extended both hands. Resting across its palms... Was a weathered leather-bound book. Aldric's eyes widened. "The Royal Chronicle." "I thought it was lost." The guardian spoke. Its ancient voice echoed through the cavern. "The Queen must know the truth." Beauty carefully accepted the book. The leather was warm. Almost alive. When she opened the first page... Words began writing themselves across the parchment. Not ink. Silver light. The first sentence appeared.

"If we're going to accuse the council of conspiracy and murder, we need proof." "I have proof." The Queen pulls something from her dress. A small book. Leather-bound. Old. "Your father kept journals. Detailed records of everything. Every kill. Every ritual. Every cover-up. I stole this before he imprisoned me. Kept it hidden all these years." She hands it to Damon. He opens it. Reads. His face goes from pale to furious. "This is his handwriting," he says. "These are dates. Names. Details of the attack on the Northern Mountain pack."

It replaced choice with its own conclusion. The Prime Analyst's outline sharpened. Appeal threat level increased. It pointed at Jack. FORMAT SUBJECT DIRECTLY. White code speared toward him. Katherine stepped in front of Jack. Haley stepped in front of Katherine. The Hollowsmith stepped in front of Haley. Three signatures. Queen. Anchor. Interval. But the fourth, Alpha, was not behind them. Jack moved around them. Not to shield. To join. The code struck all four at once. Pain became white.