Caliban's War Audiobook Novels & Stories

"I wasn’t even a decent man when I was alive. If I’m some chosen one now, it’s a joke. It’s all bullshit." The Guardian’s tone grew even sharper, a sneer threading through the voice. "The life you knew is gone, Zane. What you think you know about power, control, is nothing. You—" The Guardian paused, voice dripping with disdain, "—you are the worst of all your past incarnations. The one with no morals, no soul, the one who destroyed everything, including the one you loved. Your soulmate’s disappointment in you across all your incarnations has led to this. You have one last chance to make it right and save her."

I frowned a little, not sure why he was being so serious, but being in his arms made me feel a little safer. I opened the mirror again, wanting to see how things were going on their end. The screaming was gone. Raven was now collapsed on the couch, trembling and weak. Snowviper's forked tongue slid slowly across her face. "Mm, just as I thought," he said lazily. "You're way better than Megan." He glanced at her shivering body and sneered, "What are you crying for? Without me, you wouldn't last a day in this apocalypse. You'd be roasting alive. As for Megan… She's probably already melting without me."

"My hand slipped. It’s the humidity of this place , I told you it was too high here." Elder Vane was shaking so hard his teeth were literally chattering. "You... you murdered a High Councilman! In the throne room! This is war!" "Is it? are you going to pretend you didn't send your hounds earlier to my castle?" Calhoun asked, tilting his head. He stepped over Thorne’s cooling corpse, moving toward Vane and Wick. They scurried back until they hit the obsidian doors. "War is what happens when two sides have a chance of winning. This? This is just me cleaning my house."

Horatio's eyes were wide and savage as he bellowed, "Caleb Crawford! That bum scholar is dead! No one can save you now!" He would eat Caleb's flesh and drink his blood if he could! Boom! That was when a huge eruption thundered, and the ground beneath Caleb's group caved. Several figures appeared, grabbing them and yelling, "Run!" Caleb's enemies were furious, especially when they saw the figure in the wheelchair! It was Taal Corvus, the Emperor of Corvus! "Curse you, Taal!" "The Corvus Empire must have gone insane, standing against the Sanctuary!"

Kaelen asked. ‎ ‎I watched the paper catch fire. The edges blackened and curled. The red wax seal melted, dripping like blood onto the stone table. I held it until the heat stung my fingertips, then dropped it onto the floor and watched it burn to ash. ‎ ‎"The Asset is lost," I whispered. ‎ ‎I turned to Kaelen. I felt light. Untethered. Dangerous. ‎ ‎"He wants a war?" I said, my voice steady. "Let's give him one."

“Even Sam had already picked up on that much, but what I’ve just seen now confirms that it was the work of dark magic.” “How do you know the language? None of us knew what he was saying,” Willa asked. Calypso shrugged. “It’s one of those things I’ve always known.” “When we first found her, she was speaking languages none of us knew,” Killian spoke up, bringing attention to him. “What did you see?” Yael asked him. “I saw nothing. I felt nothing. I just, was,” Killian responded. “That makes no sense,” Samantha pointed out. Willa was eyeing Calypso. “It does if he was only a vessel for the message.”