The Veiled Kingdom Audiobook Novels & Stories

" Well... uh i was feeling uneasy in these clothes and its boring here. Like there is not even a single book here or even newspaper." Amelthia answered. " I guessed that too... We don't keep things here. But i brought this book with me last time. You can have it." Felix offered the book to Amelthia. Amelthia eyed Felix and then the book. " O-ok. Thank you." Amelthia said taking the book. "Now better go to sleep. If you cant sleep then you should try to sleep soon." Amelthia just nodded on Felix commanding tone and got up with the book.

About secrets the house kept like a loyal servant. The mansion creaked, soft and slow. I froze. My head snapped toward the hallway. Silence. No footsteps. No voices. Just the storm and the clock and that awful sense that I wasn’t alone in my own breathing. I listened harder. Nothing. Still, I lowered my voice instinctively, as if the walls could hear thoughts. “This is insane,” I murmured. And yet I kept reading. Because the pages were doing something to me. They weren’t just telling me Katherine’s story.

Sylvara’s voice trembles, “We’ll give what it takes, Aelys.” The oracle-entity’s aura surges at the abyss’s core, its crystalline form radiating black-star voids, its twin-void eyes blazing as it claws at Elara’s essence. “The Veil is mine!” it roars, rifts tearing through the spires, the reborn world quaking beyond the rift. Visions intensify—my village burning, my mother’s voice fading, my humanity slipping. I stagger, blade trembling, but Cassia’s hand grips mine, her fire blazing. “Aelys, you’re more than the Veil—stay with us.” Her words anchor me, my hymn rising, “Veil, guide me.”

"Greetings, people of Waevalon Kingdom! I am Cherish Ylea, Princess of Oak Plain and 34th Captain in the military ranks. I am here to serve our people and maintain peace in our kingdom!" Everyone cheered for her. For her voice reached the heart of the people of our kingdom. "And now, the most awaited royalties, Alpha King Claudian Alexander IV and Crown Princess Cassandra Victoria." All of our heads turned at the aisle. A man and a woman were walking down to the aisle wearing fancy clothing with a face black veil mask. The Crown Princess was wearing a hat ornament with a black veil surrounded in the hat that concealed her face and body As they walked towards the stairs, I couldn't help feeli

Isobel Sinclair listened from between the walls behind her father’s solar. These long-forgotten secret passages had saved her on more than one occasion and taught her so much about ruling the clan. Today, however, the passage could only offer her a small space of time. The king had done what her father had so far failed to. She was wed.

I want to ask him questions I know nothing about. "Master..." He didn't answer. He was busy reading a book about something. I caught him side eyed me as he closed the book and threw it inside a luggage. "We're almost there. We took the longest route on the way to the kingdom. " " Why?" I asked. " To keep you away from the audience's eyes." He took a black veil from the case and handed it to me. He added, " Put this on your head. I don't want anyone seeing my blood bride. "

Her character contrasted heavily with my own dark brown hair and even darker eyes. Still caged in my mind, I read the words that I had just written back to myself in my head: 'The girl’s sandy hair flew across her face. She wielded her precious sword encrusted with diamonds and rhinestones in the shape of ancient symbols. Fiercely, she looked back at her opponent. Blood dripped from his mouth and some teeth were lying on the floor, evidently his. His hands were held up, clearly in a surrendering motion, as he begged for his life. The sweat on his face plastered his hair to his forehead. Moira’s eyes shone with malice and callousness. She lifted the sword, ready to strike this helpless man. H

She leaned into him, finding comfort in his arms. But far beyond the borders of the Severed lands… In the Veil where light couldn’t reach.... Something stirred. Eyes glowed in the dark. A voice—deep, monstrous—echoed across the void. “The child… will belong to me.”