Caliban's War Audiobook Novels & Stories

A tall, full grown, adult human in midst of thirteen dwarfs was not a sight to expect. “Without evidence its as good as a homewife’s gossip” he said in his usual monotonous voice, “he is filthy rich and can bribe the entire peacekeeper department for two decades and still will be left with enough stoners to buy off the ‘Island of the Dead’.” Alfred turned to Broot but before he could speak a dwarf seated next to Kritter spoke, “My lord” she said, “give me a chance to remove this…” her voice contorted with emotion, “this hurdle”

I tightened my grip and was shocked when I heard a loud growl followed by a big explosion. [This is not good! I have to be quick!] When the shaking stop, I got on my feet and started walking. Carefully, listening to find the source of the growls and explosions, I'm thankful to the Great high Abba, able to search where the sounds came and, while getting nearer in the direction where the explosions were, I started to panic. I started to run and run until I saw an ugly murderous, furious monster growling before Alfonso. The horrible creature is bleeding. The stripes that Alfonso did with his sharped pointed silver sword in the monster's gigantic body were evidence that it was weak compared to u

“That wasn’t part of the deal, you don’t get to dictate how I use them Calian.” “In the event of a war..” I seethe out, that was what was agreed. “There is a war brewing Calian, you just refuse to believe it, to see it.” “My warriors will not help you in your quest for rogues.” He was fascinated with them, always had been. Since learning as a child that his mother was once a rogue. It was the start of the end of our friendship, his fucking damn fascination of his. I never understood it. “Nope, you’ve given your word now Calian, and that’s one thing I know you don’t go back on…your word. Now regarding my healer…”

Malcolm muttered a curse. "This arrow does not belong to Shambala, " Gopi declared. He was holding the black arrow with a curved tip. "It's an assassin's arrow," Gopi added," someone was sent to kill the crown prince.!" "Damm it! We are so dead!" Malcolm said in frustration. Gopi sighed. This war had been a futile endeavor. They lost princess Toshani, as well as the crown prince. Only a few selected generals knew that the war was for capturing the princess. Getting hold of Shambala was just an added advantage.

Hannibal Archanis rests his long, spindly white fingers on the top of a cane of pure onyx, his nearly white eyes locked on mine as the door closes me in with these beasts of wings and stolen power. “Alpha King Kaleb,” the king says in a sing-song voice that rattles my bones. “So good of you to come. I did not think you’d accept my invitation.” I’m done with games. I’m done. I can’t take it anymore–watching my people die. Watching my mate get thrown into the fire over and over for their sick entertainment. Knowing that Silas and his rebellion are waiting for the moment to strike while my people are trapped in the Glade, unable to escape whatever war comes knocking at the gates most have never

Lyra was having a good time, although there weren't many women in the group, and that made many of the male rebels try to conquer Lyra. She simply rejected them politely and then continued to celebrate, which made her feel safe. In the midst of the celebration, in the forest, a rebel kept running, wanting to reach the base as quickly as possible. His abdominal pain made him think very bad things, so he needed help as soon as possible. He appeared in the middle of the celebration unexpectedly, claiming that the war had begun. Everyone was scared, but then they went to help him and ask him what had happened.

"Like hell I will." Aldrin glared at him for a moment, then emitted a gentle sigh, as though working with a child. "You are making a terrible mistake." Abbadon took a step forward, taking a step in between me and the rest. His voice was lethal. "It's not going to happen on my watch." The tension dissipated. Lucian's smile widened. Aldrin put one hand up. The army mobilised. And the war had begun. The air was broken. A deafening roar echoed as the Council's warriors charged. A wave of dark armour and glinting steel swept forward like a merciless wave, their combined strength overwhelming.

They were about to swarm the ship when I heard a low resonating hum and X's booming voice. “Antaroq Eznon Dymor!” Almost immediately, the ship was bathed in a white glow. A whole array of sigils, all facing the oncoming threat. I heard a roar like a waterfall, and then a cannon fired. It was at least a planet’s diameter, completely annihilating the harbingers and shaving off a good portion of the shield, enough for us to fly into. “Tch, show-off”, I say as he enters the ship again.

The sound echoes. “You think I would lie about something like this?” she asks Caleb. His gaze holds hers. Dark. Intense. Searching. “I think we’re in a war,” he says evenly. “And wars expose weaknesses.” Her breath catches. “Weakness?” she repeats. Ethan steps forward slightly. “Careful.” Caleb’s control slips just enough for heat to show. “I’m not attacking her. I’m evaluating the damage.” “By questioning her integrity?” Ethan shoots back.

Caliban'd gruffed voice seemed to hit Scarlett in the face, but it didn't stop her from moving forward with her sword. "Don't you think that talking is cheap, Caliban? Let's get into the act, and allow our action to speak instead? Shall we?" Caliban snarled, showing off his thick set of teeth. He drew out his sword as well and the crowd cheered him immediately. Without warning, he charged towards Scarlett, taking her unaware, and throwing her off to the ground. Scarlett groaned in pain as her back hit the floor. She moved smartly on the floor as Caliban came on to her, making effort to use his sword bon her.