Dean Koontz Audiobooks Novels & Stories

At that exact moment, aboard a private jet already hundreds of miles away, a shrill warning sound suddenly rang in Lucien’s ear. [Warning! Warning! The novel’s female protagonist has died. World collapse is imminent.] Lucien’s eyes widened in shock.

“No. I’m good, really.” “Okay.” Dean said softly as he nodded gently. “Alright, let’s start snooping.” I said in a lighter tone, in hopes of getting that same worried look out of his face. Dean and I started with his mini book shelf, to his closet, to between his mattress. Dean was still looking through his bookshelf while I was going through the drawers in his night stand when he said, “He sure has a lot of books.” “He does.” I agreed with him. “If one thing Connor has an eye for, it’s good books.”

Dean had Rolo packed up, and once done zipping up the last bag, he looked at his old mentor. When Rolo had contacted him, he had felt honoured until he realized that Rolo didn’t remember him. Dean looked on the bright side, though and was happy Rolo had at least remembered his interest in necromancy. Now his mentor had become the poster child for caution when handling tomes like the Lich’s personal diaries. He was now obsessed by the tome and would let no one else consult it.

Dean looked sympathetic, “You are not the first. And I blame myself for letting it get this far. If I hadn’t shielded him from taking accountability for his crimes, we would not be here. I should have handed him over to the police.” “I’m not foolish!” I yelled despite knowing it was best to keep a calm head. But I couldn’t listen to this one more second. My chest was on fire, and I was scared that, somewhere deep in my mind, doubt was beginning to creep in about Colt. “I’m sorry,” Dean said, flipping the first page, and the sketch on the next page was even more horrible than the last. Colt told me about this sketchbook. How did Dean get his hand on it?

When he found the director's information, he suddenly encountered a very powerful accord and even heard the sound of an invasion. Zion's eyes narrowed instantly. Who was the dean? Why was he so mysterious?

In the next room, with his ears and that of the house hold servants pressed against the wall, Kurt’s bright smile instantly fell off hearing her odd demand. This strange girl, what did she think she was doing being so rude to the future Alpha of Rune Pack? Resisting the urge to go out to the living room, he pressed his ears tighter against the wall when Dean began speaking again. “What? Is being gone for a month that torturous? If it’s too much, I’ll try to finish everything in three weeks and get back to you as soon as I…”

Aria’s POV: “Nowhere important.” “Mmm.” She popped a bite of banana into her mouth. “You’re going to explode one day, Aria. You know that, right?” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Not when the thought of seeing *him* again made my stomach twist. Dean Wolfe’s office was less “administrator” and more “CEO who moonlights as a villain.” Dark oak bookshelves, leather chairs, and a glass decanter of something expensive on the corner of his desk. I stood outside for almost two minutes before knocking.

"What the hell happened out there?" Dean closed the first aid kit and pushed it further away on the bed. "I was coming back home from making a deal when I heard voices in the alley you were in. I stayed, eavesdropped a bit because I recognized your voice." His lip tugged slightly. "I knew I would never get anything out of you yourself, willingly. I was curious. Next thing I know, I'm playing hero and saving your life." He spoke with nonchalance and such calmness, like this was not something totally crazy or bizarre. "Wh-"

Theo and Axel are home with my siblings. The story is simple enough… the moment they brought Knox back to the realm, I sensed a fifth bond and followed it to him. Deacon’s compelling a few students to ‘remember’ seeing me in the Amber dorms, using my gift to find Knox. It’s messy. There are holes, but it’s enough, just as long as no one digs too deep. Knox returns in fresh clothes, the blood and grime gone, but the shadows under his eyes aren't still there.

But just immediately he touched the screen to see who called, another call came in and he saw the name of the caller, 'Mr Austin Marsh, hum... let's see who we have here.' He thought and picked up the call, He was able to say, "Hello." And surprisingly he heard the person on the other side of the phone blabbing uncontrollably. Dean listened properly to everything he had to say and to avoid being suspicious he allowed Mr Austin to finish with whatever he had to say, then angrily he disconnected the call. After the call, Dean carried his laptop and began to work tirelessly until he got exactly what he wanted.