Audiobook Hyperion Novels & Stories

The deeper we go, the more oppressive the air becomes—thick with power, with ancient magic that hums beneath my skin. The great doors open on their own. Inside, the hall is vast—pillars of crystal and flame lining the sides, leading to a raised dais where three figures sit upon thrones that couldn’t be more different. To the left, a man with eyes like liquid fire and an aura of control that screams Alpha. To the right, a creature too beautiful to be real with long white hair, sharp ears, and an otherworldly glow. Between them, lounging carelessly on his throne, is a man looking like the vampires in movies – pale translucent skin, dark hair falling across red eyes that meet mine with lazy cur

So if we are going on the theory that the prophecy involves the three packs, well, there is your explanation for line three. "Okay, then the fourth line, please," Hyperion ordered softly to avoid sounding domineering to women reciting line by line for them. He had already had his mate chew him out through their link for being so gruff with them. He even smiled at them but wondered why the fey looked like she wanted to run as fast as she could in the opposite direction of him.

He made himself comfortable before lifting his gaze from a smiling Kiara who had been chatting his ears off in a language I didn’t understand. He’s gaze settled on me and after studying me for a moment, he spoke; “I am Hephaestus. Uncle to Kiara and Chaos” “Oh… I’m Alpha River and welcome. I wasn’t informed you were coming” I said with a small smile as I took the seat in front of him “I was supposed to arrive tomorrow but I wasn’t busy today and I decided to pass by” “That’s okay. Do you need me to get Chaos for you?” “No… no actually I came to see you. Chaos had always wanted her own personal library and training center and her mother thought it will be nice to build one for her as a mating

She had made her choice, and she would not dwell on things that could not be changed. On a quiet afternoon, Lyra found herself in the heart of an ancient library—a place she had visited many times before in her quests for forgotten memories. The library was vast, its shelves filled with scrolls and tomes that stretched back through the ages, documenting the lives, histories, and memories of countless souls. Dust hung in the air, illuminated by shafts of light that filtered through the tall windows. It was a place of peace, a sanctuary for those seeking knowledge.

“Yes, Beta” I took a deep breath, and mind linked with Jarin to let him know I had arrived back. It wasn’t long before I was outside his chambers. I stood there dumbly, knowing that the next conversation with him was going to dictate how the rest of my life played out. “Atlas? Are you out there?” Jarin called from inside. Stupid, of course he would sense you this close. I pushed the door open to see him standing there looking confused. “Sorry Alpha, it was a long trip, I’m a little dazed”. “Of course, of course, I won’t keep you long”. He gestured to a chair and I sat down heavily. He looked at me expectantly “So?” “Er yes sorry Alpha, it is good news…I believe I have brought a hybrid back w

he choked, already stepping forward. “Not another step, boy.” That voice…Deep…cold. Hyperion emerged from behind the stones, wearing a dark robe lined with war medals and bones..tokens of the enemies he’d killed. Thane’s eyes blazed. “Let her go.” Thane said in rage as Hyperion chuckled. “You think this is about her? No, no… this is about you, son.” “I’m not your son.” Thane spat. Hyperion raised a brow. “Maybe not in your heart but your blood betrays you.” He circled Tyla slowly, like a predator taunting prey.

The crown jewel of this new empire was currently floating at forty thousand feet. The Hyperion was an airborne aircraft carrier, a marvel of engineering powered entirely by the Zero-Point Energy Core they had extracted from the Antarctic depths. It was a sleek, black fortress in the sky, completely invisible to conventional radar. Sebastian stood on the command bridge of the Hyperion, looking out the massive panoramic viewport at the curvature of the Earth. He had traded his bespoke tailored suits for a dark, tactical commander’s uniform adorned with the silver Shield emblem. The silver half-mask resting on his face gleamed under the soft blue light of the holographic tactical table.

“I guess. So long as we both remain alert I see no problem in giving you some answers now.” “Well okay then. Firstly, where exactly are we? I’m guessing that its the standard we’re not on Earth anymore situation?” “That guess would be correct. We are, hopefully, somewhere in the Kingdom of Everaya in the Realm known as Hephaestia.” “Hephaestia? Would that be any relation to the Greek god Hephaestus?” “Well look who is smarter than she looks. You are correct. The god Hephaestus created this realm. All realms are created by a god, the humans from your realm managed to get at least that correct.”

"The Reader... they didn't just fund the chapter. They authorized the Expansion!" In New York, Hope Thorne-Vance let out a cry of pure, iridescent joy. The black ships of the Auditors weren't firing; they were reformatting. The obsidian hulls were peeling away to reveal libraries, gardens, and nurseries. The "Collection Agency of the Void" was being forcibly converted into the Public Infrastructure of the Human Spirit. The Mid-Point: The Final Face-Slap to the Gods The diamond-shaped lead ship of the Auditors began to scream—a sound of dying bureaucracy. The voice that had claimed Hope as an "unauthorized spin-off" was now a desperate, digital stutter.

And no doubt, have hot dreams about it. It’s another book suggestion from her. I’ve just finished the last one she recommended, and honestly, I shouldn’t dive into another. Once I start reading, I lose myself completely. But this time, she’s telling me to listen to it. Audiobook. That’s new. Before I even realize what I’m doing, I click the link she sent, and in a matter of seconds, the book is purchased and playing through my home speakers. I settle back in bed, letting the narrator’s deep voice wash over me, and within moments, I realize Lucy’s sent me a stalker romance. Great.