Battlefield Earth Audiobook Novels & Stories

The air was thick with the scent of charred earth and sorrow. My heart ached as I stood amidst the remnants of war, the mournful howls of our wounded warriors echoing against the skeletal remains of once-majestic trees. It was in this graveyard of valor that Alpha Biansky's voice cut through the gloom, gruff and unwavering.

The battlefield sounds came through the walls. Not muffled — present, specific, the sounds of thousands of wolves engaged with something that was not diminishing regardless of what they threw at it. Julia had been listening to the quality of the battle change across the past minutes the way she had learned to listen to everything through the bond — the specific shift from the organized, disciplined engagement of the battle's opening to something that was beginning to carry the weight of a force that was fighting hard and was not gaining ground.

His name broke from my throat over and over, raw and broken. Then the fire faded and with it, the world. I barely had time to breathe before the mirror forced me into yet another scene. Now we were on a battlefield. The sky was torn with lightning, the earth slick with blood and mud. Shouts and howls filled the air. I could see Jeffrey, covered in dirt and blood, sword clutched tightly in his hands. His pack was fighting beside him, men falling one after another. “Fall back!” Kael’s voice roared through the chaos.

Katrina’s POV The battlefield was quiet. My own rapid breathing was the only sound I could hear for the first time since the start of the conflict. The land was covered in blood, with the dead of both enemies and friends scattered like shattered dolls. There was a smell of death, fire, and grief in the air. A feeling of disquiet, more than anything else, was in the air.

Standing across the battlefield. Watching them. Then Rowan blinked. Then: "Okay." Pause. Then: "This is somehow worse." God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then the voice continued. "SAVE ONE." Silence. Then: "LOSE MANY." The battlefield shifted. Immediately. A city appeared on one side. Then another city appeared on the other. Both burning. Both collapsing. Both doomed. Then the voice spoke. "CHOOSE." Everyone froze. Then Ava stepped forward.

My vision darkened at the edges. The battle raged on, but the rogues weren’t stopping. More poured from the shadows, endless as the tide. Derek’s jaw clenched. His golden eyes scanned the battlefield. We were losing. I swallowed. “Derek…” His grip tightened around me. “No.” Then, he threw his head back— And howled. --- The Last Resort The sound ripped through the battlefield. A call not for battle— But for retreat. Our warriors heard it. One by one, they pulled back, covering each other as they fought toward the last exit points.

Suddenly, the ground beneath us trembled, a low rumble that seemed to come from the very heart of the earth. "We need to move," he urged. The gentle rise of the green landscape gave way to a steep incline, and beyond it, I could see the faint outline of the town. The rumble grew louder, the earth shifting beneath our feet as if something ancient was stirring, rising from a deep slumber. A chill ran down my spine as a distant howl echoed through the wasteland, low and mournful, carrying with it the weight of countless forgotten battles. "Sebastian..." I began, but he was already moving, his pace quickening as the howl grew closer, joined by others, a chorus of voices that sounded like they we

One by one, the men read a passage in English, sharing our interpretation to the crowd and waiting for the Duke to agree or disagree like a teacher at school. My passage was simple, and the meaning behind the words was clear. Others had problems with reading and comprehending the verses, making the lecture last longer when Bryce had to explain and simplify things. With the current speaker droning on about "turning the other cheek," I sneak behind the wall of men, laying down on the bench, closing my eyes. The words spoken in the background was like a Valium, and my tiredness takes over. My mind drifts with the images of Braxius and Brixtius appearing, both men handsome

And then I was there. A battlefield stretched out before me. The earth was scorched black, torn up in places as though it had groaned beneath the weight of war. Smoke curled up into the air, and the air was thick with the coppery stench of blood. The sounds, screams, roars, and banging metal rang through me. The ground shook beneath my feet. I saw her first; Hailey. She was lovely, terrible, and magnificent. A beaming shaft of strength, her body radiated with a light that was beyond the despair that had surrounded her. She was leading her army, unwaveringly.

Author's POV: The battlefield roared with chaos as steel clashed against claw, and the scent of blood thickened the air. The wolves of Azuremist fought with unyielding ferocity, their formation tested again and again by the relentless onslaught of Oasis soldiers. Growls and howls echoed through the valley, accompanied by the sickening crunch of bone and screams of pain.