Glint Audiobook Novels & Stories

I pull back with a gasp, but no one else seems to notice the golden glow that is beginning to permeate through the book. I look up at the men. “Do you see that?” I whisper as the words begin to shift, and the writing begins to change. They all shake their heads and gaze down at the book intently. Creighton looks back at me in question. “What do you see?” I shake my head as I try to form words. I’m sure I look like a gaping fish. “I…I…the book is glowing, and the words are changing into…” I have to stop because my body begins to get cold, and my vision begins to dim. The glow intensifies and spills out of the book, moving like dribbling water in my direction. I try to back away, but it’s like

A new title appeared on every screen in the world, scrolling in a font made of starlight: "BOOK TWO: THE MARS AUDIT. PROTAGONIST: HOPE THORNE-VANCE. STATUS: INITIALIZING..." The sound of the 1977 cassette tape played one last time—Hiss. Click. Whir.—and then, the music changed. It wasn't a ballad anymore. It was an Anthem. "Check your pulse, Reader," Hope’s voice echoed through your device. "The first chapter of the future just dropped. And this time... You’re the Co-Author."

Amethyst said and a book appeared before Audrey. "Amethyst." Audrey called but she was gone. "Amethyst please I have more questions." Audrey said but Amethyst had disappeared. It was magnificent. Audrey took the book and like Amethyst said it was just an illusion separating her from Adrian and Greta. "Audrey!" Adrian called out hugging her tightly. "I'm okay." "I got the spell book." Audrey said "You're hurt." Adrian said Audrey's head was slightly injured when she fell to the ground unconscious. "I'll be fine, it's just a cut." Audrey said

The letters glowed red, pulsing faintly like a heartbeat. > Adrian Core: Online. My blood ran cold. The hum of the system deepened, turning into a low vibration that rattled through the floor. Somewhere behind the static, I could almost hear him breathing. I stumbled backward, eyes wide, as his voice, soft, patient, unshakably familiar, whispered from the dark: “Miss me, Gloss?”

The anticipatory shiver that runs all the way down Mahl’s spine as he crouches, ready to spring. Auden’s fangs extend and he bares them. If Mahl puts one hand on her – A golden flash appears before his eyes, a voice echoing in his mind even though no mouth speaks it – Look away, you absolute fool! He stumbles back a step – stunned – What – how – A huge ringing gong sounds and howls fill the air.

My vision blurred, and a wave of dizziness washed over me as I began to black out. “Just breathe,” Gracie whispered, her voice echoing in my ears. “Let it take hold.” she instructed. The room began to spin, the glowing orbs around me blurring into streaks of light. My legs felt weak, and I struggled to stay upright. I felt myself hit the ground below me as the world around me went dark, and all I could hear in the Darkness were soft, alluring whispers. —————————- This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is only to be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel and KindleVella.

I picture his hands, his body, and before I know it, I’m lost in the memory, my fingers moving faster as I give in to the moment. And then I hear it. "That’s it, little deer, move those fingers quicker." The words are low, almost like a groan. My eyes fly open in shock, and my heart stops. Did I just hear that? I hit the rewind button, replaying the last 20 seconds of the audiobook, but it’s not there. There’s no trace of those words. I replay it again, just to be sure, but still… nothing.

“You said you wanted someone to talk through Paige’s…gift. I want to hear exactly what happened today.” My pulse quickens, not with fear, just with the rush of potentially getting answers. Ronnie’s presence is the anchor I didn’t realise I needed this morning. “Thanks for coming,” I say. “I’m still trying to figure that out, but I started glowing, similar to how I did when I healed Rye.” “Okay,” he says, voice low. “Tell me about the moment you glowed. Every detail. Who was there, what you smelled, what you heard. The small stuff matters.”

The auditor arrived three hours early. Jack was in the egg chamber, reviewing the defense brief's final sections with Arthur, when the golden cracks in the floor suddenly blazed with an intensity that turned the crystallized walls transparent. The hairline fractures that Marcus had been holding at bay with his Guardian energy snapped open in a cascade of musical resonance, each crack singing a note from the auditor's own harmonic frequency. Marcus staggered. His shield screamed with kinetic feedback as forty-seven additional pounds of gravitational density slammed into his frame in a single, crushing instant.

“It was only two months without medication. How could she die? It was only two months…” Her eyes reddened, and her voice trembled as she questioned me again and again. I let out a cold laugh. “Jaime, are you feeling guilty because you killed someone?” Her face turned ashen. “It was only two months. How could she die without medication?” “Do you know that I fell off a cliff, was taken to the hospital, and stayed in a coma for a month? Did you visit my mother even once during that month?”