Romans & histoires Way Of The Kings Audiobook

My aunt said to me with love as tears clouded her eyes. I couldn’t help the tears that flowed from mine as I felt overwhelmed hearing how brave my parents were and how they had defended their pack. To think I was an alpha’s daughter who has been living the life of a slave for years. “How did you find me?” I asked curiously. “Our pack is one of the most powerful. We send spies all around to look for you. I still wonder how they had not been able to fish you out all these years. The motel owner, Patty, is one of us. She gave me a call last night that someone that looks exactly like your mother wandered into the motel, and it was also brought to our attention that a woman with the moon birthmar

It was very heavy to lift. On it, was scribbled “The King’s Wisdom”. She turned the first page, she noticed the penmanship was clear and artistic. When she turned a few more pages, she realized that book was a collection of different jotters that the king had used at different times. She read an entry after she has turned a few pages: The ways of our people are sacred and if I must be a great king like my father was then I must learn our ways. What good is a ruler with no knowledge of the ways of his people?

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.

Clearer. Not distant like before. Not hidden. Present. I turned sharply. But there was no one. Only the endless red horizon. “I know you can hear me,” I said quietly. The silence stretched, Then shifted. “You’ve come further than I expected.” The voice no longer echoed. It existed with me. I felt it press into my thoughts,not forcefully, but undeniably. The First King. His presence was stronger here. Not just watching. Influencing. I steadied myself.

Which is good, my heart belongs to one woman and one woman only. "Well then, continue what you were saying, mister." She says, her voice terribly disrespectful. I really miss Kathleen's soothing voice. She would talk for hours about her life experiences as we laid in bed. It would be the highlight of my day at times. "This is King Levi. The king of Northmere, he's here to discuss peace." He says in a warning tone to his daughter. Her eyes grow big and bows low. A realization coming over her. I could see her mind scurrying with the thought of other people. Finally learning some respect and scampers out of the room.

He told me about my hunt for this woman, and for so long, it has been lost on me who she could be. “Who is she?” I ask slowly, already feeling like my world is collapsing with just the look on Grey's face. “She’s the King’s mother," he breathes.

I thought that with phoenix back, I could protect the pack without thinking of the decision-making aspect. Darted worriedly. What if I fail to make a good decision in the near future. I might've proven myself worthy of the position, but I could also prove myself unworthy with any slight mistake. Besides, I had never been a ruler before, I had no idea how it was being one. I was practically just following my instincts for now, but the more I sat down to think about it, the more worried I became.

Recently, King Edward Herman and Queen Mary Herman had announced the fixed marriage of their daughter to the King of Country A. Country A was the richest and most powerful nation, ruled by the formidable and ruthless King Alexander Knight, often referred to as the "God of War" for his undefeated record on the battlefield since the age of 15. Country K, in contrast, is a small and vulnerable nation, situated next to Country A. Due to continuous attacks from their powerful neighbor, the people of Country K had suffered greatly. Their resources and strength were insufficient to defend against the aggressors.

What he didn’t understand was how he could live like this? “She also seems to know about this laboratory.” He said. Ares smiled. Of course, she found out. A knock on the door interrupted them and professor Ward stepped inside. The king had involved him in the mission the last few days since he was a great source of information. He bowed, “Your Majesty.” “Come inside professor.” The king said. The old man scuttered in, holding a few notebooks in his arms. “I have found what you need.” He said and placed the books on the table.

"I haven't decided which part of you I’m going to burn first." Kael’s eyes opened a sliver. The silver mist in his pupils was thick. "Thank... you... Aria..." he wheezed through the link. "Don't call me that," I snapped. Outside, the first howl of the Northern vanguards—the ones who had seceded—echoed through the shafts. The world was coming for its King, but the King was busy trying to keep his Mother from turning into stone.