Disquiet Gods Audiobook Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes, breathing the damp earth up through my nostrils, listening. At first, just the pulse of the forest: beetles in the bark, water trickling under roots, the soft scurry of a vole. Then a faint murmur, like voices too deep to make out. My brow furrowed. “Who’s there?” I whispered to the empty shadows. Only silence answered. But the earth beneath my hand felt hot with memory, as though it still carried the heat of Sebastian’s dark rites. My hand trembled. I rose, stepping back. “Not now,” I told myself. “Not again.”

One: I talked to two dogs like how I talk to humans and sent them on a very dangerous mission on disrupting their master's work. Two: I am chaotic. There is something wrong with me! ~~ It had been over half an hour and still no sign of my little henchmen. I was lounging by the pool, soaking up the warm sun. Not too hot, not too cold. Perfect. Until it started burning slightly - maybe I’d been out here too long. I headed back inside, and that’s when I felt it. That strange, spine-prickling sensation. The house was too quiet. Not peaceful, eerie. The kind of quiet you know has something chaotic about it. I shook it off and headed for a shower. Mid-rinse, the power went out.

The weight of regret settled on his shoulders, creating a chasm of emptiness in his heart. In the solitude of his cell, Matteo began to confront the darkness within himself. He questioned the motivations that had driven him to sacrifice his integrity, betray the trust of loved ones, and harm innocent people. He recognized the hollow victories he had achieved—the moments of fleeting triumph that crumbled beneath the weight of guilt and remorse.

"You're calling this a proposal? You can't even handle basic market research and just plagiarized a report from three years ago. Mr. Dixon, that overseas master's degree of yours must've been pretty easy to get. Was it from some no-name diploma mill?" "Damn it! Will, don't you dare insult me!" Donald roared. Furious and humiliated, Donald raised his hand and lunged at me.

With his head held high, Alfred retorted, "I know exactly what I'm doing. Let's get one thing straight. I've been fed up with you for ages. For three years, I've been asking for some legitimacy, but you've stubbornly refused, leaving me to be mocked as the gigolo. Who are you trying to fool with your so-called deep love? "You're fond of Nelson, right? Well, today, you're going to watch him get degraded." Alfred seized Jennifer by the hair, his smirk directed at me like a challenge. "Let's get this show on the road." I watched the men charge at me with a cool detachment. Then, suddenly, the sound of gunfire erupted from outside, and one by one, the attackers crumpled to the ground. Alfred's e

A group of gods whispered among themselves, their gazes falling once again on Sol. The gods who had been fawning over him just moments ago now wore expressions of extreme disgust, as if they had been victims of a massive deception. Sol felt a burning pain on his face, as if he had been viciously slapped countless times. He never imagined in his wildest dreams that I would make such a choice. How was this possible?! Faced with the pointing fingers and judging eyes of the gods, Sol felt humiliated to the extreme, his face flushing a deep crimson. He rushed in front of me without hesitation and demanded, "Lyra! What exactly is going on? Did you get something wrong? Shouldn't the husband you cho

It was not a comfortable silence. It was deep. Deeper than the Hall of Echoes. Deeper than the void inside my own blood. It pressed against my ears like water at the bottom of the ocean. I could hear my heartbeat. I could hear Kael's—slow, steady, immortal. I could hear something else, too. Something beneath the heartbeat. A hum. Low and constant. The stones were singing. "Can you hear that?" I whispered. Kael nodded. "I hear nothing. That's what frightens me."

He warned her to leave this place! She didn't listen. So now, it'd be her fault if anything bad happened to her... right? "Damn!" He slapped the steering and sped away. 'Don't waver. You're doing this for Kyle, man.' Upon reaching the entrance of the deserted place sent by the anonymous sender, Brandon hesitated once more. He surveyed his surroundings—a drab and enigmatic environment, an ideal covert spot for illicit transactions. Nails, bricks, and remnants of construction materials littered the area, adding to the eerie ambiance.

"I know the three of you might not like it, but I need everyone to listen to what he's about to say, and every of it that he said is nothing but the truth. You may not like it, but I hope you will remain patient till the bitter end." "…I had Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID)," I said. "In simpler terms, I had two persons sharing my body— and they are all me." "Two persons…?" Snow Leopard Queen murmured. "Then does this means you are the unification of those two persons?" "Exactly!" "When he's in such a state, you could definitely put your hopes on him," Dómr said to them. Then, he stares at Restia. "I believe no one other than the young mistress knows that clearly enough."

And once again, Audra hit his head. “She’s the Goddess of the Wind, you dummy,” Audra answers before she turns her gaze back to Xavier. “What did she tell you?” She asks. “Gone will still be gone, until the righteous and the blasphemed fetter in their time, for only the tranquility could bring back the harmony to the realm.” He utters. And for an unknown reason, I felt nauseated as my vision is getting dimmer. ‘No! Not now!’ I repeatedly said in my thoughts as I try my best to resist this unknown force. But it has been no use when I felt a pang of pain in my head as everything turns dark.