Aeneid Audiobook Novels & Stories

Elysia's hand hesitated above the tome, and with a deep breath, she opened it to reveal pages adorned with intricate scripts and symbols. The moment the pages were turned, a soft, melodic voice filled the air, carrying a message from ages past. "Welcome, seekers of knowledge. I am the Echo of Temporal Wisdom, a guide through the river of time."

Athena looked down, fist clenched so tightly that her nails cut her palms. —————— She found temporary solace in the quiet of the library, dusting the tall shelves when the doors opened. Lucian strolled in, hand in hand with Helena. Again. “Pick a book.” He said with a grin “ I’ll read to you tonight.” Helena pulled a face “ You know I don’t like reading.” “I’ll make it worth your while.” He murmured, leaning in close, lips brushing her ear. Athena turned quickly, pretending to organize scrolls, but her hands trembled. She could

I said, watching Aeon as he shakes his head. “Aye. You know it’s weird to think that though, cause Gaea’s everywhere. Those gnomes you ask must have been the ones who’ve gone psycho.” He scratches the back of his neck before standing up. Aeon walks towards the table situated at the back of the room, taking a couple of scroll and books on top of it. I couldn’t help but be curious as he set them down in front of me and say, “These are, by far, the best resource I’ve got Caelum. Hard to come by, it is.”

I rolled my eyes on her and I don't know if she sees that because she turns her attention to Gideon the Alpha. He was explaining what she needs to do and what are the plans we need to conduct. Gideon already explained everything to us and I think I don't need to hear it once again. I looked at Aziel who was listening to their conversation. I was in awe as I shook my head, he was really attentive towards this revolution. I decided to come near Aeneas who was polishing his swords. He noticed me but he didn't stop what he was doing.

His forehead furrowed and I continued what I was doing. "And your a Lecaroz," I sid full of fact. "Our history will forever entangled with us." "Do I still need to elaborate?" I answered in the hostile voice. What was she thinking? That coupled with it helping him was gradually softening his heart for him? Hah! That would be so next to impossible. He never spoke and so did I. Our ride still quiet not until reaching Paadjao falls. I'm amused by the sight of the falls as I look around. Before we arrived I almost fainted because I felt like I had run out of air inside Aristotle’s car. Aristotle opened the door for me while my eyes were still widening at what he had done.

Once he was out of sight, Aiden glanced in the direction of the bathroom and made a disgusted expression as the restroom incident popped back into his mind. “Asshole,” he muttered, trying to refocus on the book in front of him. But after reading for a few minutes, he found himself sighing again. It was frustrating as hell that he didn’t even understand what was in the book. It looked like ancient script from a spellbook. He couldn’t make sense of any of it. “Damn this book…” he gritted out, about to close the textbook when he heard a voice right beside his ear. It was soft and gentle. He knew immediately it was Tristan since they were the only ones in the dorm, and he sat frozen in place.

- He must be gnawing with envy. – Amphitrite says, when her friend was laughing. - Hello? — Answer with a slurred voice. — Were you sleeping, you idiot? — That's what people usually do when it's early in the morning. - Hello dear, Achilles answers, he wasn't Anúquis who seemed confused with a dazed voice. In the middle of the other call, in which Adonis grumbles at all of Aurora's arrogance.

The small boy stares at me with big blue eyes questioningly and glances at Adrexa, who's standing behind me. I guess she signaled to the boy that it was okay to answer and said softly, "Aeneas." Holy Shit! I took a Classical Greek History and Mythology class in my Freshman year at college. I read a lot of Homer and I know how Troy is destroyed when the Trojan War ends. It's a relief the conflict hasn't started yet! But I also had to read an epic poem by Virgil, The Aeneid. The poem is about the journey of the Trojan survivor Aeneas. The ancestor of Rome.