Queen's Code Audiobook Novels & Stories

Wine sloshed, goblets clinked, voices rang out. And through it all, Gideon stood like stone in the storm—watching me, not them. His men cheered, the court admired, Maddie glowed with mischief—but his gaze burned hotter than all of it, until I thought I might break under the weight. I turned, desperate to slip from his eyes, desperate for air— And instead walked straight into her. The Queen lingered in the shadows, a glass of dark wine glinting between her fingers, her smile curved as though she’d been waiting just for this moment.

Queen muttered and she could hear her letting out her breathe” ~ “ You sound much better now Granny and that's so so good” Queen mumbled ~ “ Yes, is Mr Hawke's there?” Granny asked. ~ “ No. Why?” Queen asked. ~ “ Nothing really. I would…love to speak to him, so call me when he is back” Granny said ~ “ Okay Grandma. Bye” Queen rasped and ended the call. “ Urgh…Grandma and her naggings” Queen mumbled and sat up when she heard movement by her door step

The doors slammed shut. "Now," the Queen whispered, her many voices merging into a hungry hiss. "Let us begin the d******d." She didn't know. She didn't know that the Origin-Code wasn't just data. It was a virus. And she had just plugged herself directly into the infection. I closed my eyes and didn't fight the intrusion. I pushed back. You want the Spark? I thought, accessing the dormant power of the Sovereign in my blood. Take it. Take it all.

Her own voice sounded small against the cosmic drag of the Queen’s words, a mortal question thrown at something that felt as old as the first spark. “He will tear the world to keep you,” the Queen whispered. “And you will burn with him, willing or not.” The heat surged—too bright, too much. The Queen’s form wavered, flickered from within the flame— then she lunged toward her. Her hands, all flame and fractured stone, were reaching straight for Adelaide’s chest. For her heart. And Adelaide screamed— —and jolted awake. Her lungs seized first. Air tore into her throat like knives. Her heart slammed so hard it rang in her ears, each beat loud and frantic, drowning the room.

My girlfriend was a chess prodigy while I had trouble playing checkers, but she always let me win. When others questioned if I deserved her, she would tell them with unshakeable conviction, "I'd rather lose everything than lose him." Later on, she joined the national team while I stayed in a local college. Despite being apart for four years, we were always on video calls, and I'd travel over to visit whenever I had a break, even if it meant watching her from a distance through the training camp fences. We never thought we'd drift apart until one competition, where she blundered across seven rounds because she was playing a certain handsome youth. I knew right then that it was over betwe

Brandon lowered his head, pressing his lips against the warm skin behind Robin’s ear, his voice loud enough to echo in the private box: "The necklace is fifty million, Robin. But the queen wearing it is priceless." Up on the balcony, framed by diamonds and draped in emerald fire, Robin rested her hand over Brandon’s forearm, looking down at the ruined, terrified faces of Dane and Nicole below with a chilling, victorious smile.

The guard reached into his pocket with trembling fingers and held out a small, blood-smeared scrap of parchment. Cassian took it, unfolded it, and I watched the color drain completely from his scarred face as his eyes scanned the words. "What does it say?" I asked, my pulse roaring in my ears. Slowly, wordlessly, he turned the parchment around so I could see it myself. Written in dark, dripping ink, in handwriting I did not recognize, was a single sentence. The Princess should have stayed hidden. The candle on his desk guttered once, twice, and went out completely, plunging the room into darkness.

“I saved what was left of you.” The room darkened suddenly. The temperature dropping sharply. And somewhere beneath the house— the gate breathed. The notebook pages flipped violently across the table. Wind exploding through the room. Then stopped. One final sentence appeared slowly across the paper. THE QUEEN WAS NEVER MEANT TO RETURN. Silence swallowed everything. Then softly— from somewhere deep below the house— a little girl laughed.

A vibration that barely registered — until I saw the screen. Secure Feed: NEW FILE SYNCED. My heart kicked hard. I opened it. One word glowed against the dark: QUEEN. For a second, I just stared — not breathing, not thinking. Then everything hit at once. She’d used it. The code. The one we set up back when she first came to the clubhouse, when I told her, “If you’re ever in trouble, this word means you’re still fighting.” I was on my feet before I knew it.

Hidden in his boot, though, a folded scrap of coded parchment survived him, tucked so carefully it had to have mattered more than his own life. Our cipher master worked through it within the hour, hunched over candlelight while the rest of us waited in tense silence. When he finally looked up, his face had gone the color of old parchment itself, hands trembling faintly around the page. One sentence, decoded. The Queen carries the future. Kill her before the Eclipse rises. My blood went cold standing there, the words refusing to make sense no matter how many times I read them. No one had announced anything. No one even suspected. I hadn’t suspected.