The Ashes And The Star Cursed King Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He used to be the epitome of the great king but now, he became the very creature who is despised by every person of every pack. What a disgrace to the royal family? How did he fall from the great heights to here? Like every mother, she too wishes her son to flourish and conquer the world, not to become a lapdog of a rogue princess. She cleared her throat, pushing back her thoughts and clasped her hands before her abdomen in a poised posture as she looked at Alistair who is patiently waiting for her to speak but there is a storm brewing behind his burning blue eyes. “It’s time for the ritual. Get dressed.”

A disembodied voice echoed from within the dark fire—ancient, freezing cold, and dripping with mockery. > "You interfere too much, Archivist." > The silver-haired man simply smiled back at the flames. "And you interfere far too little." The dark voice let out a chilling laugh that rattled the surrounding bookshelves. > "Soon... the Seven Thrones will awaken. And when they do... even your precious Last King will fall." > The black flames abruptly snapped out of existence, and the library fell back into its eerie, profound silence. The Archivist turned his gaze toward the distant, unseen horizon where the Blackthorn Kingdom lay. His expression grew deeply thoughtful.

I choked out, but his words were insidious, weaving themselves into the fabric of my deepest fears. “Is it?” he purred. “He’s the King of Ashes. He burns everything he touches. He let our parents die in that fire. He let me die. He let your father die. And he would let you die, too, if it served his purpose.” He reached out, and before I could flinch away, his fingers traced the line of my jaw—a grotesque parody of the tender gesture Alessandro had shown me. “He told me how you looked at him by the waterfall. So trusting. So naive. He found it… amusing.”

Lady Asher's eyes met King Ares', a fleeting moment of connection before he turned to the child, his focus solely on the heir, the future king. As the night wore on, King Ares' attention remained fixed on the infant. Lady Asher's strength began to wane, her body exhausted from the ordeal. But the king's energy only grew as he beheld his son, the future of the South Pack. Little did Lady Asher know, this moment marked the beginning of her descent into darkness and neglect. The seeds of revenge were sown in the shadows of the southern palace, where love and power entwined like serpents.

Ash bows his head graciously, “Asher Wild, Prince to the Vampire King of England. But please, call me Ash. Everyone does, it feels weird to have people say my full name now.” The king bows his head, “Her loss, if only temporary, is felt keenly here.” Luther says, and Ash nods,

Asher said, honestly I don't know why he is feeling hostile about any of this. “ what he means is that we are only here for Star and that's all,” her father said. “that's where you are wrong, yes at the beginning you were here because of her but now that the King is out for blood do you really think he is just going to stop at each pack and not kill anyone” shaking my head at the man’s in front of me in disbelief “ no he is going to kill until he gets his hands on Star and it's your responsibility to help”

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?”

The seed had already been planted in his head, and nothing but the absolute truth would remove it. “Where did you find him?” he asked Micah. “He found us. We were looking for his trail northbound down the river when he just walked towards us,” Micah answered. “Did he say anything?” Had he told them about the curse? “He was off his head,” Micah said. “He kept saying that he was the king and then singing. We had to gag him on the way back. When we started questioning him in the cell, he kept repeating something about a blood moon. He smelled like a rogue, but I can’t be sure.”