The Ashes And The Star Cursed King Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

“The Beast Lord will walk these lands again… Bringing darkness its way, from the south to the north, as death holds the moon child.” Trembling desperately, the Priestess continues to utter the soft words, “The hope is to not have been forgotten… by those who wet the seed with royal blood and take root strong as their ancient curse…” And in an abrupt impulse, with blood pouring from her eyes, nose, ears and mouth, the Priestess utters her last words: “True love will rise from the ashes again and endure until the end of times.”

CASSANDRA My lip quivered as I searched for an explanation, and Asher rose from his seat. However, just as the Alpha King took a step toward us, the sleeping prince’s eyes opened. “Daddy?” the young boy managed. “What happened?” Asher seemed to forget about us completely and turned his full attention to his son. He squatted down beside the boy and took his hand. “You’re awake,” he said in relief. “Oh, thank goodness. Do you feel any better now?”

A shudder rolled through his massive shoulders. “I don’t care what this curse is,” I said, stepping closer, so close now that I could feel the humid heat rolling off his body, sticky with sweat, blood, and ancient, malevolent magic. “You are mine, Kaiden Valen, Alpha King of Aethoria, you belong to me.” Another flash of emerald, this one stronger, brighter. His massive chest heaved. “Come back to me,” I whispered, desperate, raw. “Please.” The creature’s lips trembled, twisted between a snarl and something like pain.

As he pressed his face against hers, he said, “Next time, sweet pea, it’s forever. I’ll see you soon. Daddy loves you.” As Ben closed the door behind him, Haldir began to laugh his raspy, hearty laugh of amusement. “Oh Selvin. I guess you could say that this curse is finally broken. Just like your fucking skull is about to be.” Haldir knocked his knuckles against the top of Selvin’s head. “ Broken into a million fucking pieces.”

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIWE Asher’s breath hitched. “Nine hundred years ago?” Just as the question left his lips, Silas’ entire body began to slightly fade, his form shimmering as though he were dissolving into the air. “It was the same day, nine hundred years ago, when everything ended...it is the same day tonight that it all starts over again.” His voice grew more distant as he spoke, the words thick with sorrow. “The past is repeating. The first Alpha King of the realm, Ryker Wraithe, has broken free from his curse with her turning twenty-one. She will remember everything about her past, her life...and the mistake she made...falling in love with anyone. With the Dread Lord.”

The world was quiet enough that she could hear the faint, trembling beat of his heart — proof that he was still fighting, still human, even after everything the curse had tried to make him. “This is where it ends,” she whispered, her voice low, fragile but certain. Kael looked at her, the red glow in his eyes fading like a sunset. “You shouldn’t be here.” “I was never anywhere else,” she said softly. “Every path — every choice — led me back to this moment.” The ground beneath them trembled. From the ruins of the shattered temple, the air split open. Darkness spilled forth like blood from a wound, and the Shadow King emerged — vast, formless, his voice echoing across the plane of what was onc

The open page showed neat rows of words written in small, careful script: They say the Light has no shadow, but even stars fall upon the ground. She smiled faintly, then closed the book and covered him with her cloak. When she stepped outside, the snow had stopped. The sky was clear, the stars so sharp they seemed to hum. Frost had crept higher along the chapel walls, spiraling into intricate patterns that glowed faintly with silver light. Balance was stirring, restless. Lucien approached from the gate, his breath misting in the cold. “The fires from the valley are visible now. You can see them from the ridge.”

“If she chooses to rise… if she reclaims what was stolen… what happens to you?” The king chuckled softly—bitter and sad. “I fade. My part ends with her awakening. That is the cost I pay for redemption.” Elara turned to him, heart pounding. “Then let it end,” she said. “Let the curse break. Let me decide what kind of legacy I leave behind.” With a final nod, the cursed king closed his eyes. His body dissolved—not into ash, but into starlight. One last spark of ancient magic passing into her. Not control. Not command. Just the gift of knowing.

“As if truth were more dangerous than lies.” ⸻ Without warning… Every crystal fragment from the shattered Crown flew toward him. Instead of attacking… They circled around his body like stars around a moon. None touched him. Every fragment… Bowed. ⸻ Cassian slowly whispered, “No…” Aurelius finished the sentence. “…The First King.” ⸻ The stranger gently shook his head. “No.” He looked toward Alessio. “I was never a king.” Then toward Aurelius. “I was never your enemy.”