Dark Age Pierce Brown Audiobook Novels & Stories

She thought about the robed figures and Zara and the chemical cloth in the street and the feeling at the window on the first night, the whisper of her name in a voice that had no business knowing it. All of it connected to something she had never heard of. A journal. She picked up her phone and called the one person she knew who treated obscure knowledge the way other people treated currency. It rang four times. Then: "Do you know what time it is." "Yes," Caelith said. "Sorry. I need to ask you something." A pause, the sound of movement, someone sitting up in bed and deciding to be awake. "Go ahead," said the voice on the other end. Her friend. The one who was doing a double major in history

She said in a deep voice. We ended up laughing and rolling on the garden floor all the while feeling something burning through my back. It felt like someone's eyes. Or should I say, Something's eyes. ¶•¶•¶•¶•¶ I

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Pierce began, taking a seat at the vacant chair next to the table. Dark absentmindedly stirred the contents of his snifter, causing the ice cubes inside to rattle. The brandy shimmered under the sunlight, but it couldn’t compare to the depth in Dark's eyes, which seemed as dark as the night itself. Dark nodded quietly in acknowledgment of Pierce’s words. "I did. And I think it’s alright," Dark responded before taking a sip from his snifter.

Other than Brock, Lexi hadn’t told anyone else. Jeffrey and Jennifer were tired and decided to go to bed, leaving Lexi alone in the den. Lexi got up to get more wine, but she discovered that she had drunk the last bottle with Jennifer and Jeffrey. Victor walked in. “I came in to stoke the fire, Ms. Brown. There’s a chill this evening.” “That’s fine. Is there any more wine?” Lexi asked. “In the wine cellar, miss,” he answered. “I’ll be happy to fetch you another bottle.”

Emily The morning sun streams in through my bedroom window, signalling the fateful day has arrived. Today I leave behind my old life for a new future as Luna of Red Creed Pack. More importantly, today marks the first step toward achieving my long-awaited revenge. By this time tomorrow, I'll be far from the grasp of Dorian and Lily. Too far for them to continue hounding my steps. A knock sounds at the door before my mother enters, her smile tinged with melancholy. "Good morning, my darling. Are you all ready for your departure?"

It was a nightmare! I have been coping with all the dangerous and painful whispers of the dark for quite some time already. I dream about the same thing almost every fucking night! I do not get the connection... In my dreams, I retain seeing two people. And I know for a fact that it's not a reverie. It was my memory. A memory from a hundred years ago! When I was still in the 17th century! Centuries have passed and that girl, even when it's tough for me to concede, is probably dead.

Dead Man’s Woods, my favorite place. Here is what makes me, here is what completes me. I sit and look at the woods high up in a tree. I need to think and figure out how my plan can go ahead for my revenge without getting caught. Suddenly I hear voices below. I quietly climb down to see who is was. I recognize their voices. To my surprise it was Xane and Alex. Jump down behind them. “Thanks for the permanent make over, I appreciate it!” I said with a smile. They both jump in fright.

" I heard the voice whispered in my ear, a promise that made my soul yearn to reach, that made me fall to my knees, taking a deep breath as tears streamed down my face. It was so easy, so easy to give up. To never feel that pain again and to give up this rage that consumes me. All I had to do was curl up in this darkness and make it my blanket, my protection, my shield. "I'm tired..." My voice is a whisper and when I finally realize that that darkness is going to take me I am pulled out. Dylan POV

DARK SIXTY EIGHT: RECALLING THE HISTORY Third person's POV: "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.