The Ashes And The Star Cursed King Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I didn't even hear him come. He looked at my face. He was alarmed. "What happened?" he asked. I couldn't answer. This was impossible. Terrible. Unthinkable. Ares took the letter. Read it. Then he was silent. There was heavy silence. Terrible silence. Finally, he looked at me. He was pale. The letter said one thing. One horrible thing. *The Order of Ash is in your kingdom. They are, among your people. One of them has your sons.*

They clung to each other, sobbing—a scene so touching it could move anyone to tears. I stared coldly at the jeweled circlet on his head, flashing arrogantly in the firelight. My own hair, before I died, had been tied back with nothing but a frayed leather cord—some drunken client's careless afterthought. I listened as Matthew, in that clear, sweet voice of his, spun a story so perfect it was seamless. "Father, forgive me—I've been so unfilial. I wasn't lost that night. I was taken—kidnapped by slavers.

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.”

Closing the door behind them. "Then once all that is handled the King will come in, unknowing and boom, the curse lifted." I stand there waiting for him. Then I hear the doorknob twist and in enters his majesty. The King. We stand in silence, his face shows recognition and confusion. He obviously didn't expect me here. He's even more handsome than I remember him. Well, I don't really remember him. "Levi." I say for the first time fully. My throat completely clear, his name flowing off my tongue like it was destined to be said by me here and now. His eyebrows furrow, "Who might you be, darling?" He asks, his voice different from that, that I don't remember.

"Communicable? Do they know that the curse was placed on the throne and not me? Whoever sits on this throne is the curse. I am only sacrificing myself for them." "I know that my king, but they don't," George said. "Fools," Calhoun commented. "Such folly as I have never seen before! Those tiny human girls that I could squeeze by just wrapping my tiny finger around their bodies? They dare to gossip about their king." George began to feel as if he had said too much. "Ignore them, my king. A time shall come when you shall have an heir and their mouths will be shut." Calhoun tsked. "Have an heir? That's not exactly possible. Except if Diana had somehow broken the curse. But then she would have be

I said, my voice trembling with fear. "It's true," he replied, his voice serious and solemn. "The king cursed you with a spell that would turn any woman you have intercourse with into ashes." I felt a knot form in my stomach as I tried to process this information. It all seemed so surreal, like something out of a horror story. I couldn't believe that the girl I had been with that night had been turned to ashes because of me. I felt a deep sense of guilt wash over me, and I knew that this curse would haunt me for the rest of my life.

He was always a good cook, sure I was going to love all of these. "Tell me some good news!" I inquired in between my bites without glancing at him. "Blue Moon Pack won against the Crescent Moon Pack. Aurus is dead. The one taking over his kingdom is now Prince Hamil. But of course under King Matthew's command!" Speaking of Matthew, I panicked. I lifted my head waiting if he would continue but he focused on his meal after. "A hundred percent the king doesn't know I'm here, right?" my question came out rough displaying my gripe for taking me by force.

ALTHEA I’m standing still, unable to move. My heart is beating too fast, too loud. I can hear it in my ears like thunder. The diary feels heavy in my hands, even though it’s just a book. I don’t even try to run when the king storms toward me. His hand snatches the diary from my grasp so fast I flinch. “You idiot,” the king spits, his voice sharp and full of anger. He doesn’t even look at me anymore. His eyes are locked on Asher. “You have no clue about the responsibilities you have.”

It was refusal made sound. My throat burned. The hum split open and poured through every scar the spiral had left. I felt it tear loose from the bone, shred the bindings, scatter through the night like sparks. The throne began to shake. The Queen only watched. Her cloak rippled as the first crack ran through the seat of bone, a fissure glowing gold from within. The sound in the air shrieked as it broke apart. The spirits reeled, their shapes unraveling into ash and light. Her mouth curved, the faintest hint of a smile. Not defeat. Recognition.