Romans & histoires Battlefield Of The Mind Audiobook

“He let that bitch hurt you! He deserves to die alone!” “He loves you! He cried for you while he was gone!” “He hates you! He just wants to control you!” The two opposing voices tore at my mind, driving me to the brink of collapse. “Is it that voice again?” Leo sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes full of worry. I nodded, pressing my temples. “It’s gotten strange. Sometimes it defends him, other times it curses him. It’s like…” “It’s like something… splintered it,” Leo said, his expression grim. “It wasn’t a natural break.”

Right after I boiled the water, a loud thud came from behind. I turned around only to be met with Christopher lying on the ground, his face white. Shocked, I said, "You better don't die here, Christopher! Someone, help!"

her voice cracked before she could finish. A whole week. Twenty-four hours times seven. My eyes fluttered shut for a few seconds before I opened my eyes again slowly, as I tried to catch my mind up. The last thing I remembered was... The battlefield. Blood. The rogues. And River... My chest tightened violently, the memory flooding back like a punch to the gut. River on the ground, covered in dirt and mud of the floor, our bond burning so faintly I thought it might snap. I turned my senses inward instantly.

After an entire afternoon, I felt more tired than when I used to process pig feed. However, my seemingly delicate mother moved with boundless energy, wanting to browse through stores until she was completely satisfied. Finally, when I felt like my legs were no longer my own, Mom stopped and contentedly carried her many packages home with me. However, when we got home, the atmosphere was deadly quiet. Daniel sat alone on the living room couch, his brow furrowed in deep thought, and he was actually holding a cigarette. Seeing us come in, he quickly stubbed it out, but looked at me with shame written all over his face.

They both were stunned to hear their name in a cracking desperate hoarse voice and turned to Russell who was looking at them with swelled eyes brimming with water. His dry lips were parted. He was trying to get a grip on Daniel's hand holding his hand, but it felt like he couldn’t even move his fingers. His head was throbbing. He tried to shift a bit but he felt like someone has tied him with ropes, so tight that he couldn’t even breath. A tear slipped from the corner of his eyes as he failed to move and Daniel snapped out of the trance. "Russell. Baby. Look at me. You are back. You are back Russell. Carson look. My boy has returned to me". Daniel was speaking incoherently.

The words etched on the page echoed in her mind as she read them aloud: "There is something at the bottom of every new human thought, every thought of genius, or even every earnest thought that springs up in any brain, which can never be communicated to others, even if one were to write volumes about it and were explaining one's idea for thirty-five years; there's something left which cannot be induced to emerge from your brain, and remains with you forever; and with it you will die, without communicating to anyone perhaps the most important of your ideas." Athena's thoughts drifted to her deceased mother, who had owned the book before it came into her possession. She couldn't shake the feel

"Yes. The book mentioned the Great Rift. And how it has affected the four kingdoms. It's a children's tale, but since you are similarly grounded to a child's limited knowledge, this is a good starting place," I clasped the book in hand. This is what I meant when I say I can't return empty-handed. "Seems like we're done for the day," I said. With a nod as his reply, I finally stood from my seat, clutching the book in my hand. And as soon as I stood, I finally felt the back pains and the tremors running down my limbs. I can feel my mind pulsing, probably an after-effect of the process of mind-reading. Instead of making a complete exit, I shortly paused.

The scent of blood, clashing metal, and burning air grew closer as the sounds of battle grew clearer. I could hear men shouting orders and the groans of the wounded. The last bridge between east and west Allusia had been turned into a battlefield of wolves clashing in the night. And all I had to do to see Alec again was cross it. As I broke through the trees, the wind swept through the air, wet with coming rain or river mist. I could hear the river raging like a song beneath the sound of the battle. The battlefield was a cacophony of chaos, the clash of steel, the snarls of wolves, and the cries of battle filling the air. I surged forward, letting my powers rise and sending the shadows snarl

Niylah’s POV The battlefield was an amalgamation of chaos and raw adrenaline, a swirling tempest of emotions that melded with the shouts of warriors. I stood at the forefront of Fairytale Pack, my heart pounding in rhythm with the chaos unfolding around me. The air crackled with a power I could almost taste, and I drew in deep breaths, steadying myself against the weight of what was to come.