Barbarians At The Gate Audiobook Novels & Stories

I leaned into his touch, drawing strength from him. My heart pounded as I stepped toward the mountain’s half hidden gate that was totally not there before, the carvings glowing faintly under my touch, their ancient lines whispering secrets I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear. Darius’s hand was warm in mine, his presence a steady anchor as the warriors flanked us, their claws scraping the dirt, eyes sharp for any threat. Seraphina’s words echoed in my mind—the gate demands a price—but there was no turning back.

His sword glowed fiercely, but its light only made the desolation starker. “Look,” Nadir whispered. “This is what’s coming. The Boundless One will wake, and all will end. Unless…” “Unless what?” Nadir’s eyes gleamed. “Unless you embrace what you already are.” It gestured — and before Soren’s eyes, the sky parted. A massive gate of gold and black iron rose from the ruins, carved with the same sigils that now lined his arm. From within, voices whispered his name — countless, pleading, desperate.

My teeth clatter violently, and my toes are numb in my boots. I stare up at the gatehouse and the guards teeming above it. A tall man with beady eyes yells, “Identity yourselves.” Darrock snarls viciously, the sound carrying well over the rain beating down furiously on the ground. The men freeze, and the tall one leans over, peering closer. I squint, wiping the water from my eyes, and the male’s voice booms, nearly splitting my eardrums. “Open the gates! Alpha Darrock has returned!”

Rhea’s POV The gates were just being closed when I got to them. The men closing the gates frowned at me as I squeezed through. But they didn’t stop me. My reputation precedes me, I guess. I heard the metal bars clunking and the chains rattling as they were being secured. I looked around and saw Benson taking orders from one of the Wolf Princes, so I rushed to his side. Slipping my hand into his, “What are you doing here?” He asked with a sound of panic in his voice. He looked over at the closed gates and went pale.

The ground begins to shake as we all hear the stumping sound of many feet running towards the castle gate taking everyone’s attention. “W-What is going on Miss?” the little boy named Barren who is in his 5 look up at me looking so scared. We look towards the castle gate when the stumping sound louden then the wooden gate suddenly shatters and many odd looking creatures came rushing in like angry bulls. All directly run towards those ugly soldiers who are already in their positions to fight. I am amaze to see that those ‘Khaloas’ I called in Sallis before doubled in number now. I can’t get to see the one who I rode before because there are many of them in same kind.

And the third. Within three minutes, all four gates lay in ruins, their blackened remains coughing smoke into the sky. Sections of the wall buckled and collapsed as high-explosive shells punched through them, raining rubble on the screaming defenders. The Baron staggered back, eyes wide. “They— they cannot—” His voice broke as another tank volley tore a fifty-foot hole straight through the western wall. “This is witchcraft!” Bina’s voice was calm as ice. “Thirty minutes. The city will be ours.”

Baron growls lowly as we drew even closer to the entrance, two men in suits stood either side of the doors, I’ll have to assume their guards of some description. Before I had the chance to speak and repeat to Baron that all was going to be okay, two other people seemed to float out of the front door. Instantly, I saw the change in Baron once the pair caught his eyes, he became tense as though he was preparing for something awful to happen, whilst I simply watched them intrigued. If these people want a battle, I can sure as hell give them one.

Seriously, do they hand out height upgrades with testosterone? The four bodyguards looked like they were sculpted out of concrete, but one of them... one of them looked oddly familiar. There was something about him - something that stirred a memory I couldn’t quite reach. Evan cleared his throat like he was announcing royal guards. “This is Martinz, Denise, Dean, and Calian. They have strict orders to follow you everywhere when you’re outside. Calian is the head of your security.” I gave a half-wave, “Wonderful! Welcome to the circus.”

Dominic stepped out first, nodding at a tall man waiting by the gate. “Matteo, stay close.” He didn’t need to say it. Matteo had no intention of straying today. The man at the gate looked dangerous — sharp eyes, scar along his jaw, one arm full of tattoos. He gave Dominic a respectful nod but eyed Matteo like a threat. “This him?” Dominic didn’t answer. He just walked forward. Matteo followed, heart thudding harder with every step. They entered a building that looked abandoned from the outside — all peeling paint and rusted doors — but inside, it buzzed with activity. Men packing crates, counting boxes, murmuring fast into walkie-talkies.

It was the people. Their eyes tracked me with something different—expectation, yes. But also calculation. Like they were waiting to see what I’d deliver next… or what I’d fail to. Barin met us just inside the gate. His expression was grim. “You’re going to want to see this,” he said. “Now.” Maxwell stiffened beside me. “What happened?” Barin didn’t answer directly. He just turned and started walking.