Battlefield Of The Mind Audiobook Mga Nobela at Kwento

The battlefield of a million people would shock anyone. Immersed in the scene, Emma's soul slowly descended from the sky and got closer to the battlefield. Not only could she see the people on the battlefield, but others could also see her. However, those on the battlefield only glanced at her and didn’t pay her much attention. Emma wandered through the battlefield in a frenzied sprint. Three were sounds of madness, the splattering of blood and flesh, and the agonizing screams of those in pain all around her. Yet, in this vast expanse, Emma felt an unprecedented sense of freedom.

He was attacking mentally. His power crashed against hers. Mind against mind. Will against will. Thousands of voices flooded Althea's thoughts. Fear. Anger. Confusion. Pain. The battlefield became overwhelming. For a moment she couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Couldn't move. Malachar stepped closer. "You have power." His voice echoed inside her mind. "But power without control is useless." Althea dropped to one knee. The pressure intensified. Images flashed before her eyes. Memories that weren't hers.

I could not stop myself from sneezing twice. Then, the familiar tickle in my nose made me freeze. When I looked up, the girls in Aurora Sanders's row had already stepped out of formation and were introducing themselves to us. "My name is Aurora. The Aurora dancing in the sky. Nice to meet everyone." The familiar words made my fists tighten as I realized I had gone back in time. I was back on the first day of university's freshman boot camp! As Aurora spoke, she tilted her head slightly, and the soft, almost-radiant skin on her face seemed to glow under the sun.

The Forgotten Name The memory fought to surface. Thomas could feel it. Like something trapped beneath ice. Something old. Something desperate. Something that had waited years for this exact moment. Then the pain returned. Worse than before. His vision blurred. The battlefield vanished. The collapsing kingdom disappeared. The voices faded. Everything became white. Pure white. Silent. Still. Then a voice spoke. Not the creature's. Not the Keeper's. Not Ava's. A child's voice. His voice.

His words hung heavy in the air, a silent challenge that struck deep. I met his gaze, a fierce resolve building within me. “I will, Alpha. You have my word.” He leaned back, a glint of humor returning to his eyes. “Good, because I may be old and thinking about retirement, but trust me, I can still kick your ass if I need to.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “I’d like to see you try.” But before I could say more, his expression changed, his eyes darkening as his gaze unfocused. I recognised the telltale look of someone mid-mindlink, and I waited, silent. Within seconds, his eyes snapped back to me, and he gave me a quick nod.

Those words still echoed whenever these useless tears tried to break free from my eyes. Closing my eyes I focused on the voice inside my head. I think I heard Jeffery mind-linking me back. " I... I can't hear you." My head feels heavy all of a sudden... it's like a pang, like someone is crushing my brain. Shit. My eyes rolled back inside my head, every inch of my flesh burning...my bones, it hurts. I can hear my own scream echoing around the dense forest before everything gets all blank. ~~~ " Jeffery...babe?"

The words repeat, each syllable a hammer strike against my skull, piercing through my ears until they are a deafening, inescapable whisper. The scene shifts again, faster now. I am on a battlefield. The earth under my knees is not dirt—it is mud, thick and soaked with a dark, coppery blood. The stench of iron and decay is overwhelming. And there is a body in front of me, a man in ruined, blood-caked armor.

In my marrow, I knew. The dusk-shadow leaned close, whispering with my own lips, my own breath. “One soul. One silence. And it ends.” The battlefield roared back into me all at once—steel ringing against shadow, fire snapping against smoke, the cries of the dying pounding in my ears. I turned my head, just slightly, toward those who still stood with me. Maxim, half-Beast, shuddering beneath the weight of chains and rage, eyes molten and desperate.

“You stay behind the lines. You do not engage. You heal only. If I say retreat, you retreat.” She nodded once. “Agreed.” I didn’t like it. But I trusted her. Madison’s POV The battlefield is louder than I expected. Not just the clash of steel or the howls of wolves shifting, but the fear. It echoed in the air, sharp and constant, clinging to everything. I am feeling it the moment I step onto the field, my senses flooding with blood, smoke, and desperation. I focused on what mattered. The wounded came fast. Broken bones. Deep gashes. Burns from fire. I moved from body to body, hands glowing softly as I worked, pushing past exhaustion with practiced efficiency. I didn’t think. I didn’t hesitat