Caliban's War Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.” “Any major standouts?” I asked. Andy nodded, a little too fast. “The history section.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” “It’s not just world history. I found timelines on werewolf wars, vampire treaties, coven migrations, hybrid purges… and something that looks like pantheon lore. Like, actual accounts of god and goddess activity.” My lips parted. “Say that again?” He pulled a thin volume off the top of a growing pile and handed it to me. The title was in an old dialect—one I could read only because of the Goddess blood thrumming in my veins. Divine Imprints: The Last Age Before Silence.

Outside the tent, the distant drumbeats of war echoed over the dunes, a grim reminder that the calm here was only temporary. Kaelan straightened, lifting his chin. “Then there is no time to waste,” he said, the steel in his voice rising over the reverence he still felt. “The allies have launched their first attack. The war begins now.” Kaplan’s muscles tensed, coiling like springs beneath his skin. Every fiber of him screamed to rise from the cot, to leap into battle, to charge toward Jaiyana and tear through Mahisar’s forces. His hands clenched the edges of the blankets, knuckles white, and his jaw set with determination. The venom might be gone, but the fire inside him burned hotter than e

I picked up the phone with my eyes still glued to the TV and placed it in my ear. “WHAT are we gonna do now?” my best friend Kathy said into the phone in a hysterical tone. She must have seen the news; the only woman who could break my curse had been murdered. “I don't know, Kathy,” I said to the receiver as I bowed my head in frustration, taking my eyes off the TV. “you're gonna die, Caleb, oh my God,” I could hear her stomping her feet in her house from the phone; she was furiously pacing around.

Raven’s point of view. I was tied up in a dark room, with my hands and legs tried, and a gag put in my mouth. I scanned the room and saw four other girls like me, with our body covered with thin, transparent fabric. I gritted my teeth as I thought of how to free myself from the alpha of Blood Moon’s pack, but just then I heard footsteps approaching the room. “We must do as he says, if we ever want to end this war and get back our soldiers that he is holding captive.” A voice said.

Austin began his speech. As his words came out softly, fear gripped her. “Ma’am, is everything okay?” The woman beside her noticed. “Yes,” Rose replied quickly, forcing a smile. “But your hands are shaking.” “I’m fine, It’s just the weather.” Rose tried to hide it, but the more Austin spoke, the more the fear gripped her. When she couldn’t bear it anymore, she stood up and walked out of the hall while everyone was seated to hear Austin George, the popular billionaire in Los Angeles.

The revelation struck like cold steel. The fire flickered, shadows dancing over faces worn by pain and hope. This war was no longer just about power. It was a fight for blood and broken families. Caleb growled low beneath Damon’s skin, the ancient wolf urging relentless pursuit. The fire had dwindled to embers, the clearing wrapped in a cloak of cold and silence. Damon stood apart from the pack, his form still and statuesque, his mind churning beneath the surface. Balmol and Kanya, alpha leaders forged by hardship and loss, had shared a secret that changed the entire landscape of the war.

Then, she shut her eyes tightly and said, “Chad, you may find this hard to believe. I’ve checked over and over again, yet in the end, I myself still have difficulty believing that the prediction in the book is true. Nadine has made acquaintances with War Legate Draco. And if I’m not mistaken, Draco is looking for this book. “Chad, this is all your fault for choosing not to destroy the book in the past. Now, the outlanders have it too. If this prediction is true, your daughter won’t live more than a few years.” Carlene heaved a sigh. Then, she sat in the study and continued to rifle through the pages. She splashed water on the pages to reveal its contents. This book was made from a special ma

"What do you mean by that? Is that why you're dressing up? You want to go fight in the war?" "Don't you get it, Alana?" Caleb said, this time shouting. "I w-was... I was once a g-gamma, a warrior of the C-crimson Moon pack. I might... I might not have b-been in the right place, but I have fought a lot of wars and I h-have come out of them victorious." He paused as he swallowed dryly and tried catching his breadth before he continued. "I literally c-cannot just sit around and w-watch as Titan goes to war against my f-former pack, doing n-nothing. I have to fight," he said, stuttering each word. I could feel the pain in his voice as he struggled to speak and I knew it was because of the wound

[Cillian’s POV] "Then I die in the dark," Kaelen replied instantly, without a single second of hesitation. He crossed his massive arms over his chest. "Show me the door, Warlord. I am going to find your book." I stared at the scarred rogue.

Taz turn on a small torchlight which he had taken along with him before sneaking inside the sacred library. Every book in the library was about the blood moon beast. Despite the alikeness of all the books, there was a particular one that caught Taz's attention. It was a grey book with ancient inscriptions. He pulled it out, dusted it and hid it inside his garment and hurried out of the hidden room. Unknown to Taz, as he walked out of the room through the secret door and out of the library, the secret room disappeared and there was no secret library there anymore.