Queen's Code Audiobook Novels & Stories

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.

“But my name is already written.” Cassian moved closer. “What else does it say?” I read the words. THE FIRST QUEEN. THE LAST QUEEN. THE QUEEN WHO RETURNS. My breath caught. “The Queen who returns.” Cassian looked at me. “That sounds like your second life.” “No.” Alaric shook his head. “It’s more than that.” He turned the page. There was an illustration. A woman standing beneath a red moon. Behind her was a burning kingdom. Beside her stood a king.

Those words became my new armor. But the Queen was far from defeated. On Day One Hundred and Ninety-Four, during a quiet evening, another smuggled package found its way to me. This one was different. It contained a small USB drive and a handwritten letter from Sophia. "Play this when you’re alone. Remember who you really are. The throne is still warm. We miss our Queen." I stared at that USB drive for nearly two hours, heart pounding, body responding with fresh wetness between my legs.

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."

A familiar distorted laugh echoed through the speaker. The same voice. The same enemy. The same bastard who’d been playing games with us for days. “You’re getting closer.” My grip tightened around the phone. “What do you want?” The caller chuckled. “You should ask her about the painting.” A chill ran through me. Slowly, I turned toward Zariah. She looked just as confused as I felt. The caller laughed again. “Tell me, King…” His voice lowered. “Did David Brooks ever tell you what was hidden behind it?”

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.