Way Of The Kings Audiobook Novels & Stories

Dad went still suddenly as though listening to something that I couldn't hear before smiling at me ruefully. "I think our food is ready, let me check it out.". Then he was out of the room almost as quickly as he had entered. He never let me help out despite my attempts to do so. Shaking my head at his indulgence, I moved to another library stack only to catch sight of a book that brought me to a pause. My hands shook as I picked up the book. It was titled The History of Kings. It was a compilation of information about the Alpha Kings including my father who had reigned.

My hands trembled as I pressed my ear against the wood, trying to focus on the voices beyond it. This time, I could make out a few words, though they were still faint. I heard Taide’s voice first, sharp and defiant, followed by the steady, measured tone of King Auric. I stretched onto the tips of my toes, leaning toward the peephole. Through the tiny circle, I could see the three brothers standing before their father. The king stood with his back to me, dressed in the same white shirt and black slacks I’d seen him in earlier. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing strong, pale forearms.

He rasped when his whole length was finally in me and I chuckled before kissing him on the lips. "Yes my king" THE END I'm not really good with endings so yeah :) Please check out my other book; 'KING MICAH: World Beyond The Ruins.' It's about the son of Celeste and Elijah.

The title was also "The Wedding of the Two Families: Thomas-Clare, The King of Electronics is about to move into the Fashion World." Vest made to order the highest quality, wearing white gloves, at first glance Derek Thomas is tall, handsome, full of the aristocracy of upper society. That image seemed to live in front of his eyes, the sweet voice of that person, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into the voice of the devil. Claude suddenly flipped through the magazine. He was afraid that if he watched it any longer, he would tear the magazine to pieces. "Can you go yet?"

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

He walked to the window. Looked out over the city. Lights flickered below. Alive. Unaware. A faint, humorless smile touched his lips. “So…” His voice was low. Almost thoughtful. “The king of the underground.” A pause. His eyes darkened slightly. “My son.” The words came easier this time. Not softer. But accepted. His head tilted slightly. “If he rules…” A breath. “Then I rule.” Not dominance. Not greed. Something else. Recognition. Blood. Legacy.

Prevent the awakening of something called the Void Beast—or die. I swallowed hard, forcing my breathing to steady, but the tremor in my hands refused to disappear. Thirteen years. Thirteen whole years of brutal training, unanswered questions, and mysterious dreams, and this was the explanation I received? I almost laughed from sheer disbelief. “The Four Crown Kings?” I repeated under my breath, hoping saying the words aloud would somehow make them less absurd. It had the opposite effect. Aunt Mira, who had remained silent until now, stiffened so noticeably that I immediately turned toward her. That reaction alone told me everything I needed to know—she knew exactly what that title meant.

Usually they were all on the same page but in this matter of war, they dallied. "I am the King..." "You are still yet to be crowned." Lord Hogan interrupted but with a look from Hayden he bowed his head. "I am the King and you are my advisors. I choose to either listen to your advise or not." He commanded. He could feel his mother and Alyn's eyes on him but he didn't dare look lest his facade slip. "I'm going to assist my friend in this war but I'm not leaving you defenseless. You can sit here in your castles where it's warm and quiver in your boots or you could die fighting as true Imraian men. Whatever you choose I do not care."

It's like an oversized child being hugged. "I wish your suffering had been ended sooner... We don't fear you. We trust you with Karina. You completed the final shift. I remember that lesson in school. Only a being of pure heart who has experienced great suffering can become King... Welcome to the family, King Atticus," Dad says before he drops his arms and steps back.