Beowulf Audiobook Novels & Stories

The chances of her still standing around are not likely, but I can always follow her scent until I find her. ‘Whatever you are planning human.’ Beowulf’s voice fades away towards the end, earning a snort from me. Useless wolf can barely do anything for very long before having to take a nap. How did I get stuck with such a powerless wolf? ‘It will not work.’ Beowulf finally finishes after some time has passed.

Beowulf lunged forward, causing him to trip, and the two fell to the ground. Beowulf quickly overpowered Cole, trapping him to the ground with his massive body, he used one paw with sharp, long claws, digging into Cole’s neck, to hold him and tilted his face up to bare his throat. Cole's eyes burned with rage and he struggled still, knowing the other man intended to slit his throat. "I told you you are going to die. Before you do, you should know I'm going to continue what you interrupted, and fuck Belle till she is raw," Beowulf said in a triumphant drawl. His voice sounded harsh and breathless.

The cold bit harshly into my skin despite the layers I'd summoned, my tapped out reservoir was focused solely on scaling the madness of the highlands and staying alive. I should have made better preparations, should have prepared better and the evidence of my lack of better analysis of the situation appeared before me when a large Beowulf appeared in my path, large and foul smelling with two full rows of jagged teeth that was just as sharp and deadly as the mountain terrain, pure white fur covered it's huge muscular frame, giving it a kind of blend in with the snow save for the piercing blue eyes that gave it away.

“What do you have in mind?” My lips tightened. Even though we were chess pieces in a battle between gods and Fenrir had saved the day, there was something I could do to even the score. Something the wolf god had mentioned earlier drifted to the front of my mind, germinating an idea that made my lips curl into a smile. “That asshole and his pals at the Supernatural Council are going to regret treating us like pawns,” I said. Hours later, Griff and I returned with Lydia and the enforcers to the Living World, where I discovered why Beowulf had rejected Lydia and sacrificed her to Fenrir.

Alpha Beowulf was drinking and eating with his family when his beta,Gregor rushed in with some werewolves disturbing their family union. "What's it"he asked angrily."Alpha,we have been ambushed"he announced."what!!!!!"Alpha Beowulf roared standing up to his feet,he was very angry and he was emitting a very dangerous aura.His Luna and son were shocked at the report,such has never happened,Alpha Beowulf was a very strong being,his name alone puts fear in people.seeing that Beowulf was very angry,his Luna patted him on the shoulder."don't worry,it will be fine"she adviced. "So who is this insolent being that dared to challenge me"he asked angrily in a loud voice."Before his beta could reply him

Ruby babbled to the crow. "Caaaww!" it answered back. "I think I look crazy. I'm talking to a bird and I can understand a cat monster. Fine, Uncle Venrir I'm coming." Ruby put on her shoes and followed the bird as he flew to the forest. The crow went off the track so she had to trail her way on the uneven and jagged ground. The bird led her deeper into the forest where the trees are thicker and the foliage is bigger allowing almost no light to pass at all to light her way. Several times she lost sight of the bird so she just paused and waited for Venrir to find her, which he always does and brought her further and further into the unknown. The forest soon lost the sound of the chirping birds

One, two, three… Then I heard him. Footsteps. Heavy, measured, stopping outside the nursery door. He didn’t knock. Alphas didn’t knock. But he didn’t burst in either. There was a long pause. And then — his voice. Low, rumbling, deliberately soft. “‘The Warrior Bear stomped through the forest,’” he read. “‘His roar shook the leaves from the trees. But when he found the little cub crying…’” I froze. He was doing the voices.

The moment I asked this asshole went into a full-blown quiet mode he was not taking and he looked like he had been thinking of something way important with the way he creased his forehead thinking deeply. But then he answered and honestly, no matter how I tried to make out the entire story he had just told me, I just couldn’t make out what and where the so-called Beowulf Pack was and now it made sense why he had healed super-fast and easily it was because he was not human.

With palm glimmering in rage, I hit the steering wheel. He squeezed the nape of my neck gently, making me a little comfortable. "Adrian, don't despair. We already know the house, we can come back later." "I'm sure he avoided it on purpose." "If God hasn't given permission, any effort will not work," Alfred said, trying to encourage me. "Never mind, keep it up. Now that we know he's alive, isn't that great?" I nodded. We barely managed to find that person, i should think positively, like Alfred did. But still.... ****

Beowulf’s POV I listened in to the whole conversation from outside the door. My rage just flowed as John continued to sprout more insults at me, causing me to clench my fists to the point that my nails dug into my skin. ‘Looks like Kora was right to make me leave the room. I want to punch that bastard’s face in,’ I thought, smelling the blood leaving the palm of my hand. ‘Easy, Beowulf. Let her do her job,’ Beethoven told me.