Destroy Me Audiobook Novels & Stories

He will never let me go, never let me out of his sight ever again. "Deimos." His fierce yet gruff voice that haunted me morning and night during the last ten months resonates in an unperturbed manner out of his chest and I shudder to the goosebumps it spurs over my skin. "Your female. If you do not want my claws in her throat remove her from my way this instant."

I told him. “You got it.” We slipped out a side door. The second it shut behind us, all the noise cut off. Adrian leaned against the wall, hands on his knees, trying to breathe. I touched his shoulder. “Talk to me.” “I’m fine,” he said immediately. I gave him a look. “Try again.” He rubbed his face. “Damien… that recording… he wanted to destroy you. And I didn’t see it. I didn’t see any of it.”

That 50 million dollars was mine by right anyway. … Five years later, in Merico, my assistant placed a file on my mahogany desk. "Ms. Lane, the negotiation documents for the JP Morrison acquisition are ready." Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I could see the entire financial district spread out before me. My fingers traced the smooth surface of the obsidian ornament on my desk. It was that man's first gift to me. Five years ago, in a cafe, a tall figure sat down across from me when I was reviewing my company's financial reports.

The audio file started with a loud crackle of static. Gunfire popped rapidly through the small speakers. The sound of shouting men echoed clearly, followed by the shattering of glass. For thirty seconds, it just sounded like a chaotic, bloody firefight. Then, the shooting suddenly stopped. A heavy, tense silence filled the recording. A mercenary’s voice barked an order. *"Shoot the guard! Grab the kids!"* A woman screamed desperately in the background. *"No! Don't touch them!"* Kai rolled his eyes, reaching out to turn the tablet off.

I said finally, my voice steadier than I felt. "Lyra" "*Get out,*" I said again, sharper, and he went, shame-faced and silent, leaving me alone in that glass-walled room with the wreckage of everything I thought I understood about my own family. I don't know how long I sat there before the door opened again and Ethan stepped inside, his face carefully controlled, the way it always was when he was working hard not to show how much something had shaken him. "I heard," he said quietly. "Security feed's audio was on. I'm sorry, I should have told you"

Esther's voice chirps in. "The world of illusions reapers, the great world of fantasy, and the canyon of death. El mundo de la ilusión de los recuentos, el gran mundo del espejo y el cañón de la muerte. Surge y sostuvo mis llamadas. " I heard the familiar voice chanting in an unknown language. "You are doomed, Rey Reed Smith." General Zod's voice concluded, followed by a great earthquake which shook the whole building to its hinges. Gradually, the room started shifting into another place.

The stench of blood mixed with other things had my lip curling in a snarl. “Come back for more?” He murmured in my ear dragging a cold finger down my neck. I tensed fighting my growing panic. Justin seemed unimpressed his fists clenched. I swallowed my pride looking to Justin for help. This was not going to end well. Justin caught my eye giving Damion a sharp glare his eyes hard. Damion however was focused solely on me. His ruby eyes filled with bloodlust as he seemingly marveled at my distaste of him. “You should come back to my room Love. That’s what Eric calls you, yes?”

But then… it smiled. Or maybe it only pretended to. “So be it, Moonbreaker. Let your mercy be your burden.” “But when the world burns — remember who offered you the fire.” With a shudder that split the altar in two, the creature dissolved into mist and disappeared into the cracks of the earth. The temple fell silent. --- Aftermath – The Choice Echoes Lyra slumped to the ground, exhausted. The light faded from her mark, leaving a faint crescent glow. Darius dropped beside her, wrapping her in his arms.

Daniel held out his hand to usher them to the fireside. After sitting their packs along the brick hearth, Haldir nodded to Rosemary and Damien as he took a seat across from them. “Good to see you both again.” Rosemary smiled warmly and said, “I’m so happy you’re here Haldir. It’s been too long.” Daniel’s son Damien was a devastatingly handsome man with dark wavy hair that fell to his chin and the darkest brown eyes like his father. “It’s been awhile, Haldir. We were beginning to think you’d never return.”

Keira Ethan sprawled across my bed, reading a romance book he’d fished out of my little bookshelf. He has been lazily scrolling through the pages for the better half of the hour arguing with me about how elves shouldn’t be little and meek, but buff and strong like Legolas in The Lord of the Rings. But my mind is not stable enough to discuss science fiction with him. It’s still busy processing a message I received twelve hours prior. “Hey are you okay?” he asks abruptly cutting off my train of thought.