Crescent City 2 Audiobook Novels & Stories

Veld: the flood channels being cut, the specific relief of work that was finally solving the right problem. Further. Iron Crest. I found it before I was ready for it. It felt like — a room where someone had been burning a fire for a long time, hot with the accumulated heat of it. Not comfortable. Urgent. The specific quality of a man moving through locked rooms at night, reading things that cost him something, refusing to put them down. I found him. Not deliberately. The power went where it went and it went to Kaden Cross in his library at eleven at night with a book open in front of him and the specific quality of someone who had been wrong about something for a long time and was only now u

Safiya looked at me and then at Louis and then back at me. "The eastern crossing," she said. "The one they just closed with the safety review. He's been in the correspondence office for twenty-two years and the single piece of live information in that letter is about the eastern district. That's where he went. That's where whatever your mother left behind has been waiting." I looked at Louis. He was already thinking through the map. "It's a six-hour ride," he said. "Then we leave now," I said. "Meridian will have people on that road," Safiya said.

With my mother's approval, Aunt Samantha quickly dragged me along and told me in excitement, "I heard everything already, and that Andy came to the banquet with another she-wolf. My friend's son is ten times better than him. That's the kind of mate you deserve." For a moment, I was not sure what to say. However, she quickly left after she was done dragging me passionately to another werewolf. The other werewolf greeted me. "Hello, Ms. Gomez." I nodded at him. "Hello..." There was a brief moment of silence before he smiled and introduced himself. "I'm Terry. Terry Howard." Terry and I had just shaken hands when the two people I least wanted to see appeared. Andy and Jane. "Milly, who is he?!"

When Creed heard the notification, he was a bit confused. The mechanical voice had shattered his rhythm. Creed was having so much fun, he wanted to continue. He gestured at the AI to stop the recording. A sense of disappointment swallowed him. It wasn’t a daily occurrence that he could reach such an ecstatic state of mind. However, the moment his mind cleared up, Creed’s legs gave up. His stance immediately crumbled like cards.

’’ Adamie asked, emphasizing on ‘You’ and ‘Us’ while picking up his Woodwork tools and clothes from the floor and his bed to make more room to accommodate his boy-band hot looking friends. ‘‘Uhuh.’’ Andy’s eyes widened with excitement. ‘‘Dude, I’m totally game!’’ Adamie shared the excitement. ‘‘I don’t think you guys heard me well,’’ Alonso sounded like the buzz-kill as Andy gave a light frown and folded his arms. ‘‘According to what I read about Crescent creek, there’s a sick fuck who’s in love with cutting people into six parts and also carries out his crazy shit every six years – whereas, this is twenty-twenty and three families were reported missing there in twenty-fourteen and you wan

**THREE HOURS EARLIER 9:45PM** The pen is in the pocket beside you. Reuben’s deep voice broke the silence inside the car. “Use it when you’re ready.” Aurora Valenmoor stared down at the thick contract resting on her lap. The expensive seat beneath her felt stranger cold,even though the car moved smoothly through the midnight streets of Hibiscus City. Outside the tinted window, the city lights was nothing but streaks of gold.

My hand moved steadily across the page, recording observations and suspicions with the precision of someone who understood how history judged those who ignored warnings. Through the window, I could still hear Rhiannon's voice mixing with pup laughter—warm, steady, completely unaware of the danger beginning to coalesce around her. 'Let her have this moment,' I decided. 'Let her have peace while it lasts.' Soon enough, she would need the strength I'd just witnessed. Soon enough, we all would. The pen scratched against parchment, documenting what couldn't yet be seen but could definitely be felt. Somewhere beyond our borders, something ancient and patient turned its attention toward Crescent Mo

I was leaning against the armchair with a throw blanket half-wrapped around me, finishing what was left of my wine. The window was cracked open. The city hum floated in, the sound of a saxophone from somewhere down the street, traffic rolling by in slow waves. It was one of those nights that didn’t need a plan to feel complete. Cherry started telling a story about one of her clients, a man who’d tried to impress her with a Rolex and couldn’t remember her name two days later. Monica was laughing so hard she snorted. “Speaking about men…I’ve barely heard you mention Crest since I’ve been here.” Cherry said. “ That’s suspicious.”

I managed to whisper, my eyes fluttering shut. "The ledger is finished," Silas said, his voice a low rumble that was blissfully silent in my head. No psychic echo. No judgment. Just the cold wind. "Now we start the design for your ghost." As he carried me toward the Northern Citadel, I felt the "Voice" of the Crescent Pack finally fade into static. Roman was screaming into the void, but for the first time in a long while, I couldn't hear him. The pavement had cracked. And I had finally fallen through.

What was once a small city turned into a deep, writhing metropolis with buildings that disappear into the clouds around us as I drive my mother toward the performing arts center in the middle of downtown, the city washed in twinkling lights that reflect off glass skyscrapers and wet pavement. There used to be a forest here–a deep, endless one. Roads were narrow and made of dirt instead of multi-lane highways and bridges that span miles, that span entire pack territories that linger beneath the shadows. Crescent Falls is… too loud. Too mechanical. Too electric. It echoes even in the darkest hours of night–a constant hum of noise. The sound of life itself. And for someone like me… it’s too muc