Novel & Cerita Way Of The Kings Audiobook

I claim the throats of my father, and his Beta in a single stroke, leaving them to bleed out just the same way they left the men they couldn’t be fucked to fight with. “The king of Dun’s Crossing is dead,” Anwen calls somberly across the mind-link. “Long live the king.” The cheer goes up from all the wolves on the far side of the river. “Long live the king!”

The King volunteered to pick me up and take me over the tree, but my anger still smoldered deep inside me, and I needed a physical task to put my mind on another path. “Holy Crap!” As the actual height of the fire came into view, my eyes followed the mesmerizing flames into the night sky. The King’s body language has changed and is very tense. “Who did this!” The king's voice has bellowed through the sky, and I am struggling to block the ear-shattering sound from my ears. “Human ears!” I bark back at him. “Sorry.” That was all I could hear him say. The rest of his words were lost in the temporary hearing loss I had just been gifted before he began walking off around the giant fire.

her voice barely audible. "Go," Hector urged. "Don't keep the king waiting." Skye approached the king with steady steps, her skirts rustling. His gaze bore into her, giving her an earnest look. She bowed. "Yes, my king?" Her voice emerged like a fragile thread, stretched taut.

I know he must have fled to one of the neighboring kingdoms, the best chance being with Soren, since the two are allies, although I noticed that Soren wasn't treating Klaus as well as he used to. My footsteps echoed through the corridors, being the new King of the Werewolves has many advantages, one of which is my network of spies, which is why I managed to infiltrate Soren's meeting on the border of the three kingdoms. The Necromancers wanted a way to control Soren, it wasn't easy, but it was certainly worth it, even if it didn't work out that way. I stopped in front of the wooden door, took a deep breath and opened the door. The room isn't very big, but it's big enough for two people to be

I spent the night searching for answers. Read every book on First One Magic. Every text about the Void. Every legend about cursed bloodlines and ancient seals. Nothing. No loopholes. No alternatives. Just death. Kade found me at dawn in my father’s old study. I had not slept. Had not eaten. Just kept searching for something that did not exist. “You need to rest,” he said. “I need to save our pack.” “Not by killing yourself.” He pulled me away from the books. Made me look at him. “There has to be another way. Something Aurora is not telling us.”

KYLIE'S POV The pages of the book whispered a lullaby. It sounded familiar, but I wasn't so sure where I had heard it from. It certainly wasn't from Hannah. "There was once a king. A very powerful king. Waiting beneath the time. Forgotten but never dead." the words were repeated three times, before the pages of the journal fluttered and finally shut close. "oh my gosh." I whispered when I was finally coherent. But my present state of mind didn't last for too long, because I was soon drawn into a vision of Damien standing at the edge of a cliff.

King Vladimir growled at her. And here goes their plan to be in her good books in drain. "Do we need to repeat ourselves Mate" King Zachariah said looking at her with a stern face making her shake her head in no. They both were terrifying her. "Rose" She said in a small tiny voice. Wondering to herself if they heard it or not. The Kings however heard it. Thanks to their supernatural hearing. "Rose" The kings said tasting her name on their tongue. Rose felt a shiver ran down her spine when they said her their name. The sound of her name felt so good from their mouth. It felt so perfect.

exist in this world. Tonight is going to be a very, very long night, where are the legs not? Because all the kings in this world are gathered in one field right to the side of the hall of Mr. Robert's kingdom. I had very high hopes at that time because after all there was no other hope apart from them and I was sure that they would help me. Although sometimes I wonder if they want to and are they sure that I am able to lead all the existing troops, even to lead all of them who in fact are the Alpha kings in this world? I was silent again for a moment until finally Mr Robert patted my shoulder then on my right side there was King Jackob who was smiling and then sat next to me very relaxed.

The alcohol is not enough to make me feel dizzy, but for some reason I feel lighter. "It’s her,” Henrar offers. His honesty takes me aback and I shake my head to deny his accusation. But I can’t. It is her. I found the way she stood up for that girl she didn’t know refreshing, her boldness admirable, her backbone amusing. “Your Majesty,” I sit across the King in an armchair. “What do you know of the Waterend pack?” “Big, prosperous and peaceful. Are you planning on taking over the New World, cousin. Like our ancestors the Vikings did?”

" Simple and short. He doesn't even need to talk if he meets with Damian, because he was sensible enough to already know what the presence of such a ruthless man means. “Ready the car. Have the messengers alert the Cadman gates. I want to be received. And tell them… the Rogue King comes to talk.” The preparations were swift, silent, and tense. The king climbed into the backseat of his Mercedes van. With nothing but the dark expression on his features and fury in his chest, King Alaric ordered his driver to drive to the Cadman Pack—ready to face Damian not just as a king, but as a father. One last chance. One final warning for old times sake. And then? There would be war. He would show Damian