Artemis Fowl Book 1 Audiobook Novels & Stories

Jeremiah rubbed his temple, “Amy, please be gone for once!” “You can waste your time by learning that garbage spell, but don't think to store it on one of my precious pages!” Armadale yelled, he was really upset. Jeremiah let a long sigh as the book disappeared from his sight. Joseph sighed, “Your grandfather is a quite interesting fellow, don't you think?” The boy shrugged, “If you mean by interesting was obnoxious then I agree.” ‘I can hear that!’ Armadale growled inside Jeremiah’s head. ‘I wanted you to hear that…’

Artemisia had briefly forgotten that that day wasn't normal, she's starting to realize, and think, that maybe she's not the one who's going crazy. The girl approached the shelves and Helga's voice danced again in her mind. "The navy blue cover book will tell you a story, I can't tell you which one, only the book is entitled to that." Artemisia didn't understand, but soon found the book near the second door. It was a heavy book, but not as thick as expected. It had a glow reminiscent of sunbeams touching the greenish water of a river or lake. It also had nymphs drawn on the cover and side of the leaves.

The current pressed against my body, the water climbing to my waist as I struggled to keep my footing. I tried to draw in a breath, but my lungs filled with water. I thrashed helplessly until my feet finally struck something solid. Gasping, I clawed my way onto one of the rock boulders, coughing violently as water poured from my mouth. This time, the Artemis demon raised her arms high above her head, her voice cutting through the air in a chilling laugh. The sound slithered through my spine, a cold echo that felt like it could freeze my very soul.

The current pressed against my body, the water climbing to my waist as I struggled to keep my footing. I tried to draw in a breath, but my lungs filled with water. I thrashed helplessly until my feet finally struck something solid. Gasping, I clawed my way onto one of the rock boulders, coughing violently as water poured from my mouth. This time, the Artemis demon raised her arms high above her head, her voice cutting through the air in a chilling laugh. The sound slithered through my spine, a cold echo that felt like it could freeze my very soul.

“We won’t give up yet.” “No, we won’t.” Milo agrees, walking over and placing the tray of snacks next to me. He leaves me wordlessly, taking a seat and grabbing a book from the pile as he settles into his chair and opens the book. I skim through the journal, skipping usual entries discussing the way the weather may affect the wolf if the moon remains hidden during a long snow storm or the likes. Artemis’ ancestor was really into documenting every single fucking thing. Except the oath that is torturing me.

“We improvise it live.” Pauly handed her a slim, battered paperback—Mockingbird, cover worn, pages gutted to hold a wafer-thin transceiver and a micro-SD slot. “Your new copy. Same weight as the real one. Press the title twice if you’re burned; it wipes your last three hours and plays an audiobook. Press the author twice and it pings us with location.” She slid the book into her tote without looking. “And if I press the spine?” “It complains about being objectified,” Pauly said.

He waved his hand up in the air and disappeared in the kitchen. “Why did you have to call that nosy little brat?” Apollo grunted. “I could have given you that book.” Artemis growled from the kitchen, “In case you’ve forgotten I am still here!” “What?” I jerked my head back. “You are an old man. How could you procure something as precious as this? This contains questions from the past five years, not ten.” Apollo narrowed his eyes. “Then let daddy teach you a few tricks in bed.”

They were both taken aback, Cwena looked up at the window to see if anyone was there and Gerey stared at the door, expecting anyone to come in at that moment. “I'm the book you dolts!” the book said in a boring, matter-of-fact voice, “you didn't expect me to be a dumb book that bears the tickles of an inked feather tingling on its pages do ya?!” “Uhm, no - no. Not at all,” Cwena put in mildly, trying hard to hide the look of disbelief at what she could see right before her, on the gathered hay. The book remained silent, twisting its lips like a female putting on a gloss, “Well, I'm Cwena Engow, and this is Gerey -”

Selena peeked her head through the opening first, her amber eyes checking the perimeter before she stepped fully into the room. “Oh, excellent,” she whispered, closing the door behind her. “You are still here.” For some reason, the statement made something warm and awkward flicker right behind my ribs. It was highly annoying. Artemis tracked the tell instantly, her grin widening. “I am removing myself from the room,” she announced. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. But she skipped past the threshold before either of us could say anything. A heavy, awkward silence took the space between us. I suddenly became intensely interested in the margins of the history book sitting on the table beside my

I roared growing impatient with his games. "Like I would not take this opportunity to have a bit of fun!" Caleb spoke before I heard the sound of him shifting and bolting toward it. My paws moved furiously against the ground trying to gain distance on his location. "THERE!" Artemis boomed as I saw a silvery wolf blur through the woods at an incredible speed.