Crescent City Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

And to this, Crystal said, "Fire has a voice. And so does the cold, and the sea. The earth we step on does speak...as do the wind. To understand Rose, one must start from the beginning. You see, we are voices. Mere whispers of creation, but Rose makes up the voices of the dead, and the whispers of blood. She is more strengthened with each kill from the past, and they call her the red one because of what she represents. Blood." Crystal saw through Kyle, and knew that he didn't understand the last thing she just said. Kyle pushed himself against the red sofa in the home of the Steeles, spread his arms, and not sure if Crystal should be telling him all this. But he had asked, and she wished to

I whispered. But Arnold continued mercilessly. “I, Alpha Arnold Reid of the Nightshade Pack…” My vision blurred. “…reject you, Leticia Hales of Frostfall Pack…” The mate bond snapped through my chest like something tearing apart inside me. “…as my Luna.”

A distant bell suddenly rang. Once. The endless pages overhead froze in midair. Then... every page turned toward the same direction. Something enormous was approaching. The ground trembled beneath Adrian's feet. Not with fear. With recognition. Far ahead... a city slowly emerged from the darkness. Its towers were built from giant books. Its bridges were woven from glowing sentences. Its rivers flowed with liquid silver ink. Above its gates, carved into black stone, were four ancient words. THE CITY OF FORGOTTEN AUTHORS.

I rolled the window down immediately and leaned slightly toward the wind. Yeah. Definitely wolfsbane. I glanced over at Terrence, then looked into the back seat. “Y’all smell that?” Terrence nodded slowly. Alex leaned forward between the seats. “It’s so faint I thought I was imagining it at first.” We continued down the road until the Crescent pack house came into view. The large building stood quiet against the mountains, its stone walls catching the late afternoon light. Before we could even park, the front door opened. Karissa stepped out onto the top of the stairs.

she gags. Giggling at my wolf’s unexpected fear, I take a step back and glance up towards the sky. Feeling a sense of inner peace, I watch on in awe as the sun shyly creeps through the breaking clouds, filling the outside view in a painting like flurry of copper and red flashes before it surrenders itself to the crawling eve. Drifting off with my thoughts, I imagine the chaotic pavements lining the streets outside while the crowding city-goers race home or head off to wherever the night is taking them. As nostalgia washes over me, I think back to my time spent in Crescent City. Fondly remembering my own daily commute from the library, I carefully run over the old route—checking to see if I c

The crowd found their way to their assigned seats and the large room, filled with approximately two thousand werewolves, fell silent. “Alphas. Lunas. Betas, and distinguished guests. I am Alexander du Monte, and this is my lovely Luna, Cherry. My Beta, Joseph Betancourt, and his mate, Lucille. My Gamma, Tabitha Ming and her mate, Daniel. I am also joined by my healer, Diamond, oracle, Cheyenne and priestess, Ophelia. Welcome to the Crescent City Pack.” There was a thunderous applause punctuated by howls and yips. Alexander raised his hands to silence the crowd.

Chase *****The Neutral Summit — Crescent Valley Fortress, Midday***** Crescent Valley Fortress was ancient stone and steel, perched on a cliff high enough that the wind cut like blades. The summit hall was crowded with Alphas, envoys, trade officials, and security guards posted at every corner. Banners of different packs hung from the ceiling, swaying slightly from the draft that slipped through the cracks in the old walls. I should’ve been listening. I wasn’t. My wolf had been restless from the moment I stepped into this fortress. Pacing. Growling. Scratching under my skin like it wanted to tear its way out. The longer I sat at the round table, the worse it became.

“We will also be able to sense each other a whole lot better. Know if we are in danger, or upset… A lot will improve.” I sat up and stared down at the lake. Tiny diamonds were reflected on the water. The moon was further to my right. The crescent image was not so clear but it was not hard to tell what it was. It swam at one spot and gave the lake some color in the dark. A crescent moon reflection. The moon was out here listening to our screwed up stories and wondering how we were going to fix it. I had no clue. But I was very sure that we were going to pull through. If what it takes is us moving mountains, then mountains we will move.

His body pressed against mine, hot and unwanted. As we rode out, the brothel fading behind us, smoke started to rise from the windows. Flames licked the roof. Vesper’s screams echoed in my ears. And in my chest, that strange pull tugged harder—like a warning I couldn’t understand. But there was no time to wonder. The pack lands loomed ahead, dark and waiting.

The red didn’t fade. It flickered. Once. Twice. Then, stabilized. Aurora Hale didn’t scream. She didn’t stagger. She didn’t even blink. But something inside her shifted. Not broken. Rewritten. “Aurora?” Adrian’s voice sounded distant. Warped. Like it was trying to reach her through water. “Aurora, talk to me.” She heard him. But not the way she used to. Now She heard everything. The hum of Atlas beneath the city.