Queen's Code Audiobook Novels & Stories

I of course hide my own anguish, for hours and hours I read through hundreds of books, flipping through pages as I scour the library for any information, hoping, praying, that there’d be another way. But in the end, our efforts are futile. One afternoon, Marco enters our room with a solemn face, and I rush towards him in fearing the worst. “The Queen has died,” he whispers. My eyes grow wide. Together we rush to the cave, finding the Queen being held in the arms of Eric whose bloodshot eyes look upon her limp body in great sorrow. And as her blood trickles round the circle, the dark magic dissipates, and Cathy is saved.

[i am now with you]. I jolt when I hear her voice. I snap my eyes around the blank space. “Where are you? Did you suddenly decide to play hide and seek? This isn't funny.” ...[i am with you. you will hear me in your head whenever i speak from now on]... I slap my hands to my head as her voice rings loudly in my ears. I fall to the ground. “What is this?” I pant. ...[you are the queen of Alkhemi, you must choose your king wisely. don't be blinded by lust, November]...

He mumbled calmly in an assurance. “Let us go!” I mumbled and we continued our walk. “Your Highness! She is here.” He said when we stepped inside the chamber where both King and Queen are present on the thrones. “I did not get time to have a word with you Child as I was needed to look after the settling of the people that returned from Palmer.” She said in a tone like an authority and I gave her a small nod. “I am Sabrina, Queen of the Nadir.” She added.

The woman beside me muttered under her breath, her voice trembling slightly as she whispered, "Holy God, I can't believe this." But I didn’t even hear her. My eyes were locked onto Keilah, every inch of me drawn to her, my breath shallow. She was there, real, in front of me. I could see her trembling slightly, the magic around her still buzzing with energy. Her eyes were wide, searching mine, and for the briefest moment, it felt like everything else in the world faded away. The Queen's voice broke the heavy silence. "Young man, step forward," she commanded, her voice soft but filled with authority.

With a deafening crack, the stone split open. And beyond was darkness. Cold, thick, ancient. And in the center of the room… A single pedestal. And upon it - a book. Bound in silver and gold, its cover marked with a sigil Lyra had only seen in her visions. The mark of the gods. Killian exhaled sharply. “The First Queen’s own account. Her words.” Lyra stepped forward, her hands trembling as she reached for it. As soon as her fingers touched the cover - the world shifted.

SAGE Dig into my wells? Even in the middle of the battlefield, the instruction felt maddeningly vague, but the question barely had time to fully form in my head before the air shifted—thickened—and the Queen’s voice rose into the sky, low and guttural, chanting words that made my skin crawl. Dark words. Ancient. Wrong. Panic flared immediately, proving El was right: the Queen was gearing up for her final blow. “Focus,” El urged inside me. I tried—Goddess, I tried—but my pulse was racing too fast, my thoughts were too scattered, and my nerves were too raw from the relentless drain of black magic.

One beat. The entire kingdom went silent. Second beat. Every dead warrior dropped to their knees. Third beat. The Queen fell to the ground. And then a voice rose from beneath the prison. A voice that sounded exactly like Lyra. “My heart has come home.”

"Tell me, 'Voice of the King.' Do you remember the rose garden? Do you remember the girl who cried because she broke a string on her lute?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "Abigail." The name hit the room like a cannon blast. I stopped breathing. The silk screen felt like a thin sheet of ice. "The Queen died in the fire," Kael said. His voice was low. Uncertain. "We all saw the body. It was charred. Unrecognizable." "We saw a body," Vance said. He stepped forward again. He didn't wait for permission. He reached out and ripped the silk screen down.

And yet, something had. The warmth she had grown used to faded in subtle ways. Conversations lowered when she passed. Smiles became polite rather than genuine. She caught fragments of whispers she didn’t fully understand. “Poor thing...” “She’s fortunate the Don took her in.” “Still, Young Master Soren is the true heir.” The voices always stopped when they noticed her. No one spoke harshly to her. They bowed, addressed her respectfully, and carried on with their duties. But something was missing.

The page revealed the man’s mark. A wolf beneath three waves. Shigure dropped to one knee. “The first king.” Raiken seized the book. “How?” The glass cut his palm. Blood touched the page. New words appeared. THE RESTORED KING REQUIRES THE LAST QUEEN’S LIFE. The archive doors slammed shut. Every broken crown turned toward me. Scene 107: The Price of Restoration The crowns began whispering. One voice became ten. Ten became hundreds. Give her back. Raiken threw the glass book across the chamber.