Belgarath The Sorcerer Audiobook Novels & Stories

"And before I forget, if a thing doesn't linger in your brain for about 5 seconds, the caster cannot hear it. Atleast that was the record of the fastest reader I've known." Right now, I am so much sure about one thing, indeed, I am the reason why Ruka reacted like that. The girl didn't like me and I insulted her even more. Did I just sign myself into a death wish? Will she come for me later? Maybe at midnight? My own thoughts were scarying me more that I'm already was. "And lastly, the decendants of Meniah. Red-eyed kierikos who can transform themselves into wild creatures." I looked at him closely, he had those kind of eyes. I patiently waited for him to fill me with details but he didn't s

I furrowed my brow and looked down at my boots and then my bloodied knuckles. "I don't know; a nut house doesn't sound like a bad idea. I'm sure they'd love to hear all about his crazy friends and their make-belief monsters." Balor let out a weak laugh. "I'll have him sent to one in the morning." He turned to me, blindfold in hand. "I think it's time for you to go home." ***

And in his voice I heard something I wasn’t ready to believe Hope --- We crossed the gorge by nightfall and found the old ruins buried in vines The temple Not built Grown Out of grief Out of bone My flame dimmed the moment I stepped inside And something deeper woke up Soren whispered behind me “We’re being watched” But I didn’t need the warning Because the door ahead opened without touch And a voice echoed through the chamber “Elixir child of stolen blood forged in fire unclaimed by fate You have returned” I raised my hand fire curling around my fingers

Yesterday had gone well, but there’d been a moment where it was touch and go and my blood runs cold every time I think about what could have happened if I lost control and the mages got their powers back. “What’s wrong?” Soren finally asks with a small frown. I’ve been pacing like a caged tiger and he’s been very patiently trying to ignore me while attempting to read. Hilda found the book in the huge library Arlo’s pack has tucked away in an underground fortress and tasked him with checking whether it contains anything useful. Apparently we’re not the first werewolves to have a run-in with mages. The book is titled: Illusions and How to Dispel them. So far it hasn’t offered up anything of pr

I tried opening my eyes to see who it was. I wondered where I was right now. The voice didn't sound like the woman's voice. Rather the voice was deep and masculine. "It's been a month now and she hasn't woken up. There's still no sign of life in her. I can't wait anymore. If she doesn't wake up I will have no other chance than to go look for another sorcerer" Another voice replied with great pain in his voice. Why does it sound like the voice I heard in the dark fog, calling out to me? I wanted to know who they were and what they were talking about.

They were pretty, but they were destined for the bin. "I see you've come to grovel," she gloated. "Good luck with that." "Pardon me?" he asked. Belle rolled her eyes. Was he stupid or what? "I've been reading about witchcraft," she said, holding up the book in her good hand. "I know the spell has been deflected back onto you times three." "Oh?" Damien asked. "It says that?" Belle shook her head, wondering why he was playing dumb. "You know it does. You're the expert in this stuff. How does it feel, to be on the receiving end?"

I could feel the Enchanted Forest's energy pushing back against the corruption, but it was a fierce battle. And then, amidst the shadows, a figure emerged. It was a sorcerer, draped in dark robes and surrounded by an aura of malevolence. His eyes glowed with an eerie light, and his voice dripped with disdain. "So, you've come to stop me?" he sneered, his lips twisting into a sinister smile. "We won't let you harm this forest," I declared, my voice steady. The sorcerer's laughter echoed through the cavern. "Harm? Oh no, my dear. I intend to devour the very essence of this forest, to make its power mine."

He involuntarily closed his eyes, hardly driving away the delusion and stubbornly waving away the letters burning with a bright flame: “... The border will be closed as long as the power of Reeta remains with her king. I swear not to claim this power and leave your family alone beyond the line that you have chosen for yourself. Words not meant for him, power not meant for him. He is a stranger, a wanderer, accidentally found himself at the crossroads between death and another existence. Or not by chance? The rumble of voices suddenly broke through the veil of half-forgetfulness, Yarsi shook himself, forcing himself not to sleep in reality. The sorcerers were talking quietly, from under the h

His eyes gleamed with a mix of malice and satisfaction as he beheld the triad. "You have come far, Moon Goddess Descendant," the sorcerer sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. "But your journey ends here. I will harness the power of these artifacts and reshape the supernatural world according to my desires." Andrea, Jax, and Rachel stood tall, their resolve unshaken. They knew that the sorcerer's defeat was not only crucial for the safety of their community but also for the fulfillment of Andrea's destiny. With a shared nod, they unleashed their combined strength, each tapping into their unique abilities to counter the sorcerer's dark magic.

His eyes alternated between green and black as he hissed a name through his gritted teeth. "Belphegor." Belphegor was an old demon, very proficient in spell work, who left Hell when Chuck opened all the doors. He described his life as a human as coming from a time where people were "ugly" and worshiped a giant rock that looked like a penis. As a demon, he was a self-described "clock puncher," and enjoyed his work tormenting the souls that entered Hell. Motivated by his desire for life in Hell to go back to how it was before the souls were released, he possesses the corpse of a sloth and since then pledged his loyalty to Darth Vader, the demon overlord.