Best Audible & Audible Escape Paranormal Romance Series Novels & Stories

This story always engulfs me and whisks me away to wonderland. Ragged footsteps and the sound of sloshing liquid pulls me out of the borrowed world. I look up to see a rough around the edges Aidan Gabriels. I also notice the liquid gold in his bottle. He must be out here to do the same thing I'm doing - Escape the world. I didn't realise I said anything until his eyes locked on mine. No turning back now.

"It could be that you astral project. You know, like your dad. Or your soul leaves your body completely. I don't know what to expect. That's why we need somewhere private and safe. That way, if you leave your body behind I can guard it." Another shiver. God, this is terrifying. And exciting. I could have Alec back. I take a deep breath, thinking about his sly smile, his lips on mine... Getting my hopes up is foolish, I know, but I can't help it when it comes to him. "Now we just need to find a place," Damon mutters as we walk down the street. "Somewhere no one else will go into." I twist my lips. "Like someplace that's abandoned."

Existence by existence. The last thing I see is Kai reaching for me. The last thing I hear is him screaming my name. The last thing I feel is love. Pure. Perfect. Eternal. Then nothing. Just darkness. Just silence. Just the end. Or so I think. Because in the void, I hear breathing. Not mine. Someone else's. Something else's. And a voice. Cold. Familiar. Terrifying. "Did you really think it would be that easy, Aurora? Did you really think you could escape me by dying?"

Although, I still couldn't understand what they were saying. My heart jumped into my throat when I felt something brush past me really fast. When something grabbed a hold of my arm, I screamed out in surprise. I heard a man's deep, and evil chuckle, and I quickly pulled my arm away from his tight grip. I spun around trying to catch a glimpse of whoever, or whatever, had grabbed me, but I couldn't see a thing. The room was just too damn dark, I could barely see my hand in front of my face. “I will not let you take her!” Tristan's masculine voice boomed.

Sinful Escape Chapter Eight: A Forbidden Escape SERA’S POV I follow Raven. I don’t think—I just move. The gala is a blur behind me, the laughter and clinking glasses fading into a distant hum. My heart pounds as I slip through the grand ballroom doors and into the cool night air. My breath comes in shallow gasps, my body still trembling from the fury, the humiliation. Ethan. Celeste. The bracelet. The way he looked at me like I was nothing.

Maybe" she mutters under her breath. Her eyes caught an empty spot perfect for her escape. She was about to run away when a huge man stepped in and blocked her path "Dad? What are you doing here?" Zain asked. Audrey glanced up and was welcomed by a deep red-eyed man staring down at her, she could tell he was a demon of high rank from the aura that surrounded him. Abigor didn't respond to Zain, his gaze never left Audrey, "what are you doing here?" He demands, voices deep and rocky Audrey turns to Zain thinking the question is for him, but he surprises her the more as he calls out to her

I arch toward him, my fingers threading through his hair. Back to reality. I closed my eyes again, trying to ignore how my body still thrummed with the ghost of his touch. Tomorrow, I'll be Audrey Lane again—professional, composed, in control. I leaned my forehead against the cool window glass, watching London fade into the distance. One night of passion with a stranger. No one would ever know. And I would never see that man again. But little did I know how wrong I was.

The rogue tilted his head, listening to something deeper than sound. Then the forest shuddered. A roar rose from behind Kieran—too deep to be a wolf, too old to be human. The ground vibrated under my boots. Ash shook loose from branches like black snow. Kieran spun, eyes widening, and for the first time the Alpha Heir looked like a man who had walked into a story he didn’t control. The rogue’s hand closed around my wrist—warm, steady, protective. “Now,” he breathed, pulling me backward.

But I trust Adela enough to do as she says. As soon as I close my eyes, I feel her tap my head. A sign to pay attention, to focus. It takes a few seconds because I’m anything but calm right now and my heart is racing as panic kicks in, but eventually I do. And that’s when I see the thin silvery threads swirling around her. I know there’s physically nothing there. What I’m seeing is her gift, or rather, a physical representation of it. I track those strong, silvery strands to a soul pulsing with so much red and orange that I wonder how anyone can live like that. The depth of the pain and the anger emanating from his soul leads me to believe it can only be one person: Connall Raleigh.

I can feel his gaze on me, and I don't want to know what his expression is. "It was an opposite effect." Damon starts getting excited. "Kind of like the lava and the ice. How what we're used to being hot is cold here, and vice versa." He cups his hands around his mouth and takes a deep breath. "Hello!" It's weird, but even though I know he's trying to shout, I can barely hear what he said. The shout came out as a whisper. "Strange," I say. There must be something about this canyon. Does it distort sound?