City Of Brass Audiobook Novels & Stories

Fucked By The Homeless Man I THE city’s breath, thick with exhaust and the faint, sweet decay of forgotten things, clung to me as I exited the towering glass and steel monument to my ambition. My heels clicked a sharp rhythm on the pavement, a counterpoint to the distant wail of sirens. Tonight, the usual hum of traffic felt muted, replaced by a strange, almost predatory quiet.

"Go to sleep. You need to rest." Braxius maneuvers his body to lay sideways between me and the wall, giving me a peck on the cheek. I turn my body away from him so he can spoon me, and we can lie together on the small pallet, and he can keep his cock sheathed deep within me. His breathing slows and the sound escaping from his mouth are deep sighs. I use the rhythm to help lull me back to sleep. Before drifting off, I sadly think... Who knows what tomorrow brings? Unfortunately, I DO know what tomorrow will bring for this city. Death and Destruction.

Sven wouldn’t take his eyes off Alkin, likely imagining a variety of gruesome ways the latter might perish. The city’s gates were massive, and took a few moments to open. While we waited, Ezekiel fed what looked like an oil can into his horse’s mouth. Then the riders of Mekra brought us into the city. Corkscrew spires cut into a sky of dark red steam alongside the crosses of countless churches. Laundry hung out to dry on wires. Black iron walls held barred, diamond-shaped windows. Roaches and rats scampered through the streets alongside sweaty, worn-faced men and women. The stench of unwashed flesh was unavoidable. The soot made my throat and nostrils itch. There was the perpetual sound of h

I told him, unwinding from him since he and I had been sleeping cuddled together since we fell asleep. "Typical. Old-fashioned and sedentary. These are the things that make me miss the big city,” he grumbled in disgust, still dying of sleep. I giggled and wanted to get up, but he held me by the waist. “Where are you going? Please don’t go,” he asked, and I smiled at him and gave him a kiss. But the noise outside began to be deafening. “Citizens of Rustburg. Welcome to the new revolutionary project in our city! Go to city hall to get your compensation!” The voice on the speaker announced it for everyone to hear.

And the fourth… Was empty. 🌑 No name. No symbol. Nothing. As though history itself refused to remember. 😨 ⸻ 🌙 The Voice The darkness inside the crack suddenly moved. ⚡ Then a voice echoed through the entire city. A voice older than time. 💀 “They erased me.” The city shook. 💥 Thousands of people screamed. The silver towers cracked. 🌙 The voice continued. “They feared me.” ⚡ “They betrayed me.” 💔

“The Wrong Diagnosis is the lead story on every continent. We aren’t on the run anymore.” I looked at the brass seal on the floor, now stained with the blood of the man who had tried to erase us. “The demolition is finished,” I said. “Now, we build.”

And walked out of the retreat center no longer just a man. But a messenger. End of Chapter 7🤭 •Chapter 8 – The Shaking in the City Lagos never sleeps. Not truly. Even at 5:42 a.m., the streets whispered — danfo buses rattling, vendors shouting, and the city’s pulse thudding just beneath the smog. But James could feel something else humming now. Something under the noise. A tension. A tremor. A crack in the city’s spirit. The shaking had already begun.

Chapter 75: The City of Glass The blizzard died as we hit the city limits. The Capital was not a hidden village in the woods. It was a sprawling metropolis of glass and steel that rose from the valley floor like a jagged crown. It was the secret heart of our world. This was where the money flowed and where the laws were written. Victor stopped the black SUV on a ridge overlooking the lights. "There," he said. He pointed to the center of the city.

The buildings around them flickered, becoming solid for a moment before fading into translucent images of what they once were. A city alive with movement. Figures walked the streets, their forms flickering between substance and illusion, merchants selling wares, children running through the alleyways, robed scholars deep in conversation. The air buzzed with the murmur of voices, a thousand conversations happening at once, yet none fully understandable. Then, as quickly as it came, the vision faded, and the city returned to its deathly silence. Bram let out a low whistle. “Well, that’s unsettling.” Rael ran a hand through his hair. “What is this place?”