V THE FIRST
AUDIO BOOK
AUDIO BOOKS
Some stories are
Meant to Be Heard
“Close your eyes and listen — every secret, every scream, every heartbeat of the Basarab legacy."
Beneath the shadowed peaks of the Carpathians, The Audiobook of V The First breathes life into a tale where destiny defies the mortal and the divine. Hear the haunting journey of Janna, a humble girl of Bohemia, and Mircea I, the young prince of Wallachia—two souls bound by a love that blooms amid war, betrayal, and the unseen hands of witches, revenants, and the dark-born Children of the Night. From their forbidden union is born a lineage of princes whose bloodline will carve its mark upon history, culminating in the rise of Vlad III—Dracula. With immersive narration, atmospheric soundscapes, and the weight of centuries echoing in every word, this audiobook invites you to step into a world where myth and history entwine, and fate whispers through the wind-swept halls of kings.
Epigraph
Preamble
Prologue
Book I
Appendix: 1
Chapteres:
1.1
1.2
1.3
1.4
1.5
Chapter: 1.1
The Girld at the Edge
1.1
The Girl at the Edge
“At the edge of empires and the edge of night, a prince’s heart strays beyond the marble halls of Wallachia to a Bohemian servant girl who has known only the weight of toil. In their stolen glances blooms a love too tender for the world it inhabits—while beneath their feet, in the hush of candlelit woods, an ageless witch named Sorina keeps her centuries of secrets and teaches the bright-eyed child Ornela the old songs of the earth. Beyond them all, the Hovarts—lords in name, predators in deed—reveal how dark the realm of mankind can be. Thus begins the first fracture in the world of men and the first stirring of the hidden underworld… at the Edge of All Things.”
Chapter: 1.1
The Girl at the Edge
Janna
1400 AD
Janna Nováková—a servant girl, beautiful and haunted, yet marked by destiny. From her womb will come sons who command armies and shape nations. And in time, a grandson whose name will thunder through the ages: Prince Vlad III—Dracula.
Scenes:
1.1.1
1.1.2
1.1.3
1.1.4
1.1.5
Appendix: 2
About Witches
Chapter: 1.2
Road to Valtice
1.2
Road to Valtice
On the road that leads to the town of Valtice in Bohemia, two cloaked riders appeared as the sun bent low, spilling its dying gold across the land.
Atop a large chestnut mare rode Sorina—youthful in form, regal in bearing. No stranger would have guessed she had already witnessed a hundred winters before the age of Basarab.
Beside her, on a small grey pony, rode Ornela—ten years old and no older in spirit.
Scenes:
1.2.1
1.2.2
Appendix: 3
The Cost of Daughters
Chapter: 1.3
The Cost of Daughter
1.3
The Cost of Daughters
In high society, marriage was not a union of hearts but of survival.
A bride was not chosen for love, nor even beauty, but for what she carried with her: land, coin, alliances, silence. Sons inherited names and power. Daughters inherited expense. A family without male heirs did not merely decline—it unraveled, one dowry at a time.
In such houses, daughters were counted early and weighed carefully. Too many, and the cost became ruinous. Each marriage required payment, negotiation, concession. Each refusal narrowed the future. To have only girls was not misfortune—it was a quiet catastrophe, spoken of only behind closed doors.
This was the arithmetic of nobility.
And it was merciless.
Scenes:
1.3.1
1.3.2
1.3.3
Chapter: 1.4
Born Unbound
1.4
Born Unbound
Morning crept gently into the woven sanctuary of branches, pale spring light filtering through the canopy to reveal the quiet refuge where Sorina and ten-year-old Ornela had rested among leaves and wool. As Ornela stirred, a soft whimper escaped her, and she slowly opened her eyes to find herself alone. Yet the warmth of her dreams still lingered, bringing a gentle, unguarded smile to her face as she curled deeper into her bedding, reluctant to surrender the last moments of sleep. For a child of promise, dawn offered one final moment of innocence—unaware that destiny was already watching.
Scenes:
1.4.1
1.4.2
1.4.3
Appendix: 4
About Cambions
Chapter: 1.5
Memories of the Great Famine
The Emissaries
“Once the Oracles spoke,
the four left behind the silence of ancient temples.
They come from the north and south, from east and west,
Emissaries of the four Watchtowers,
Bearing the fires, the waters, the sands, the winds—
And the Balance trembles before a child.”
— Fragment of the Old Sibylline Codex
