Novel & Cerita The Ashes And The Star Cursed King Audiobook

I kneel, brush the ashes from the cracked stone, and whisper to the dark, “You promised me forever.” The wind answers, carrying the scent of salt and steel. And for a heartbeat, I swear I hear his voice — low, sharp, haunting — whispering my name again. “Amara.” I turn. And there he is. Standing in the ruins, rain dripping from his hair, eyes like burning coals. Alive. My chest tightens, the air ripped from my lungs. For a moment, neither of us moves. The world holds its breath. Then he steps closer, voice a rasp. “You built a kingdom from the ashes, cara mia. But tell me — do you still know how to burn?”

I murmured and he raised an eyebrow then Let out a devilish smirk that made my heart skip a beat for a second. Goddess what was wrong with me? “Are you sure? Have you heard of the cursed Alpha King?" He questioned and his words scratched a part of my brain that seemed to be sleeping but still, nothing cf to mind. “No, I've never heard of him" I replied and he smiled. “Would you like to hear the story of the cursed Alpha King?" He questioned and I bit my lower lip, unsure of what to say. Why was I even entertaining his company? “I'll really shouldn't be out here for long. Plus I need to eat to feedy little one" I murmured then bent down and caressed my stomach with a smile.

*WARNING: The beginning of this chapter contains material that some may find sensitive/ offensive. Read at your own discretion or skip to after the first scene break "#".* Narrator- Back in the forest, the birds began their matinee song. Miranda had fallen asleep from the pain, and Asher sat at the foot of the bed, lost in thought.

Jasmine flinched but nodded, she sent the picture to Mrs Kingsley then got out. As Jasmine closed the door behind her, silence fell again. Then Mrs Kingsley smiled. “ Our dead daughter is going to be giving us fortune ” she said with an evil grin on her face. Bianca on the other hand didn't seem happy with her parents thought after all she had been in love with Ronan for years but he only has eyes for her stupid younger adoptive sister Selena. RONAN BLACKWELL’S PRIVATE OFFICE – NIGHT The room was dimly lit, soaked in shadows except for the glow of Ronan Knight laptop screen. The third richest billionaire in the country sat behind his massive oak desk, eyes cold and sharp as he read through e

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

Her stomach was bandaged, but her face wore a victorious smile. "Do you know what he told me just now?" She pulled a small crystal out of a bag on her wheelchair. The crystal glowed, projecting an image into the air. I saw myself thirteen years ago—in rags, covered in wounds, taken and broken by three rival Alphas. I was crawling on the ground, weeping, begging for mercy. "Shut up!" I snarled. "He said," Seraphina continued, letting the humiliating images play, "that he only saved you back then out of pity. But now, he's found the woman he was truly meant to love."

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Beast Beneath the Moon The temple groaned like a living thing. The walls vibrated with a low, grinding hum, and runes carved into the black stone pulsed in crimson. Beneath their feet, the floor cracked, revealing a growing chasm laced with light and ash. Lyra stood between Rowan and Darius, heart hammering in her chest. Then the voice returned — ancient, echoing inside her head. “Child of the Star… Will you open the gate, or seal the world?”

“Come forward.” Fenrir glanced at me, silently urging me to step closer. I did, every step feeling heavier than the last. The King pointed toward the long table before him. On it lay… ashes. Black, ashen dust piled in a small, shallow bowl. “Do you recognize this?” he asked. I shook my head slowly. “No… what is it?” The King exchanged a brief look with Fenrir before saying, “This was found at the entrance of the library at dawn. The guards said the scent of burning magic lingered — strong enough to make them faint.”

born of devil's spite, a monster wearing the skin of a beast. Time fractured again, the scene dissolving into a blur of seasons. A year slipped by in ghostly montage: Damitri wasting away on his throne, skin pallid and stretched over bones, coughing black ichor into velvet cushions, his once-mighty frame reduced to a husk by the curse's insidious creep. Whispers filled the castle—poison? Sorcery? None dared speak of pacts or devils. Then, one storm-lashed night, the king's final rattle echoed through the halls, his eyes glazing over as shadows claimed him. The crown passed uneasily, but grief festered deeper.

He found Theron. He sat on the edge of the tower. The morning sun washed over him. His body turned to shimmering, golden dust. "Theron!" Elias ran to him, but it was too late. "Take care of the clan, Elias," Theron's voice was a soft whisper. "I'm going to her." The golden dust danced in the breeze and vanished into the sky. With tears in his eyes, Elias collected Theron's ashes. He placed our urns together, reuniting us at last.