Caliban's War Audiobook Novels & Stories

She screamed, still looking up. "Ahhhhhhh!" She screamed, like never before... War has started. This is survival of the fittest, Who will survive and who won't?

but Alpha Caesar swiftly held it till we all passed. A loud roar echoed through the castle. Caleb's roar. “You have started a war you won't finish!” Roared loud enough for the entire kingdom to hear.

I have now come to the end of book one of my Cursed by the gods series. It has been a long journey I'm not gonna lie. I lost commitment along the way of writing this book, lost inspiration, even changed the plan I initially had for it. I am really glad that I got to finish it and if you stayed till the end I just want to say thank you for even choosing this book in the first place. I will start with the second book as soon as possible and do my best to make that one better. I hope I have been able to tell you a good story dear readers and once again I thank you for reading Cursed by the gods. Thank you.

Caleb asked, eyes darting between me and Rina’s still body. “Not only saw Caleb, I felt it,” I choked out. My chest was too tight, and my voice shaking. “They’re keeping bodies in tanks. I….” My voice broke. “One of them looked like me.” There was silence, then Adrian’s voice broke the silence. “It’s already war and we should be ready.” “Shut the fuck up,” Caleb snapped, spinning on him, eyes blazing. “You’re not even listening. You’re so ready to declare war, like that’s all this is about. You’re thinking with your dick, not your head.”

What was once a sanctuary for animals have turned into a death ground. "Your majesty, I.. I have killed humans!" Calib look down and showed a number of bodies on his feet. They were not the snipers but they hold blades made of silver and they aim to kill us, they wanted to help Rio became the next Alpha of the West. "Don't despair Calib, I have killed far more than yours! These humans do not deserve our empathy after siding with Rio. You heard what the traitor have told me, he wanted us to fight with the humans too. The peace treaty have just been rebuke so now I declare death to all the warriors who help the traitor Rio. Humans or wolf we must kill them all to keep the peace in the West!"

"Now take me... and let the rest of the world burn." Gabriel let out a harsh, dark growl, spinning Julian around on the desk as the loud, rhythmic horns of the newly stolen container fleet roared across the rain-swept harbor outside, announcing the birth of their dark, terrifying new reign.

Cali:- I don't understand a thing. demon:- that's not your fault my story is shit, let's see what that bookholder is about to say. the demon has a dominant position over her. the third bookholder said " well it was a hard decision and we get what our beloved guests want, and we are happy with your decisions, don't worry about your business transactions or resources we are going to destroy it slowly like we going to start a war between Japan or Ukraine with Russia, then we mix our deadly force with them and then take over Russia completely"

"Honeymoon on pause?" Caleb sighed dramatically, but the feral, bloodthirsty smirk was already returning to his face. He kissed her deeply one last time, promising a continuation later. "Set the coordinates, Architect," Caleb said, stepping back and engaging his bipedal War-Form armor, the silver-black plates snapping into place with a lethal hiss. "Let's go show these 'synthetic gods' what a real monster looks like."

Had they really hardened their hearts so much towards the human race? “If you think this war will be limited to humans, you are gravely mistaken,” Caleb continued. “That war was begun by the Blacktide Coven. After they wipe out the humans, I assure you they will turn their full attention towards us, and towards all of our brother and sister covens throughout Manhattan—if not the country. It is the beginning of a full scale war.”

She looked at Isla with cracked lips. “It’s gone,” she whispered. “All of it. Every file. Every leash. He can’t own anyone anymore.” Isla kissed her temple hard, brutal, a soldier’s vow. “Then let him choke on the silence.” And across the world, in Calabria, Talana stood in Massimo’s arms as the cathedral burned behind them, her skin raw and blistered, her eyes alive with murder. The Ghost of De Marco had lost his brain, his eyes, his chains, but in the ashes, war was still not finished.