Glint Audiobook Novels & Stories

My voice broke with panic, my hands scrambling for my blade. “Quick, Eren, torches—now!” Aziz barked. Flint scratched. A torch flared, then another. Uncle Eren shoved one into a wall sconce, the flames casting long, jittering shadows. Then it happened. Our hellblades began to glow. A red pulse, faint at first, then stronger, like a heartbeat shared between them all. The glow shimmered across the stone, reflecting in our eyes. My throat tightened. “Why is it glowing already, I don’t see anything?”

and pressed my palm flat to the tail, the warmth seeped into my skin like a non verbal response. The coils shifted slowly like a slow ripple, which was unexpected and although my brain was screaming for me to run away and never look back I couldn't move. I froze. I watched with wide shocked eyes as Slitted amber eyes opened with a glow focusing immediately on me. “Well,” came a voice more husky and masculine than all the smutty audiobooks I've listened to “it’s been centuries since anyone woke me with such… interesting intent.”

I cleaned it, dusting the dirt away. It glowed so brightly that I felt it attracted others' attention. I tried covering it with my dress but it didn’t stop it from glowing. My hands shook vehemently as I heard a clear movement, something was coming towards my direction. The loud angry howl I heard confirmed my suspicions. “Shit!” I dug back into the soil, placing the gem back into it.

I reached out, my hand trembling as I touched the glowing book. The moment my fingers brushed the cover, a surge of energy rushed through me, and I gasped. The voice that had been calling my name now filled my mind, clearer than ever before. “You are the key, Aurelia… the heir to the bloodline… the one destined to awaken the Nine Wolves…”

He looked at the silvery scar on his own arm, then at me, kneeling in the grey fire to save him. The confusion vanished, replaced by a rage so cold it turned the air to frost. "Vespera," Kaelen said, his voice a low, terrifying growl. "You always were a bad bookkeeper." He didn't use his knife. He grabbed the grey torch from the marble and snapped it over his knee. The grey light didn't explode; it imploded. The "Silent Audit" collapsed in on itself. The grey ash in the sky turned back into ink and rain, falling over the Library like a dark, healing mist.

Dark and filled with fear which made my cholls run down my spine. I heard a few inaudible voices. Failing to understand what was going on I felt the urge to open my eyes but they were too heavy. The moment I was able to so the light blinded me.I closed them fast before slowly opening them again adjsuting to the brightness of the room.

However, after a while, nothing had happened to him. He cautiously raised his head but realized James had already vanished without a trace, leaving behind no evidence of his presence. Gladwin straightened up and said emotionally, “Forty-nine, Forty-nine…You’ve really become an unparalleled force. Fortunately, I didn’t have any conflict with you while in the Timaeus Sect.” After reflecting, Gladwin stood up his eyes lit up as he murmured, “The Xaeclon Rank, huh? I hope it’s true.” With newfound resolve, Gladwin transformed into a golden light and ascended into the sky, disappearing into the horizon.

Silence descended upon the locked room once more, a heavy, suffocating silence that pressed down on the three Alphas like a lead weight. Aurelius slowly opened his eyes. His golden irises were no longer flared in anger. They had settled into a deep, luminous glow, bright, clear, and focused with an absolute, terrifying obsession. He walked slowly over to the granite wall where I had stood moments ago. He reached down into the dark sand, his gloved fingers brushing the spot where my boots had melted the grit into smooth glass. "She is still in the fortress," Aurelius said softly, his deep voice carrying a quiet, terrifying certainty that echoed through the dark hall.

Goldie walks over to Katcha and grabs her by the arm. “Wait, no!” She panics and tugs on his hand to get him to let go. “What did you just do?!” Darryl also exclaims in a panic as he rushes to block the door. His knees shook from witnessing the phenomena from earlier, yet he is determined to look Goldie in the eyes. There is a golden glint within his irises, and they seemed to flicker and grow similarly compared to a fire. It grows more, and more, until all he could see is a whole room burning down. Like tinnitus, he could hear distant screaming that increased in volume. They’re crying and cursing out a name he can’t quite decipher. In the room, he is the only one who remains. The walls quic

The Senior Auditor didn’t walk; he glided, his red suit sharp enough to cut the air, the fabric shimmering with a predatory, metallic sheen. Where his face should have been, the mirrored surface reflected me and Silas, but distorted—we looked small, pixelated, like low-resolution ghosts haunting a high-definition palace.