Hugh Fraser Audiobook Novels & Stories

"Pl-please save him. He just wanted to–" "Imbecile kid dug his own grave. No one can postpone his death." Hugo said from the window as he stared out. "Here, plug them on. It'll keep the fool's screams out of your ears." Claud passed me his airpods and sat by the edge of the bed. The music started, making my eyes water as I closed them tight. I met someone who cared for me… Only to lose him within five minutes. Tbc... Add the book to your library and don't forget to comment and vote. Thanks for choosing my book. Xoxo

He returned for a completely different reason. Something more profound than politics. More profound than war. Behind us, a branch broke. In an instant, we both turned. Soaked and irritated, Hugh emerged from the trees. He declared bluntly, "I detest you both." Grayson remained motionless. "Then go." Ignoring him, Hugh turned to face me. Mason wants you to return to the manor. Right now. I stayed put. "Hollow Fang scouts crossed the northern ridge again," Hugh continued, lowering his voice.

She seems don't mind the cut off and continued with a strange expression, “This is confidential-” “How can you say it is when you handed me a jade of information?!” She craned her neck, lost all the necessary excuses. She sigh after realizing I already frustrated. She ask with a bit of confussion, “How can the young lady realize my lies?” I sneered. “You really asking that? Really, how can you be a huntress?” She pondered about it, and it only cause my heart to shook with too much frustration. She said after, “Well, I'm not actually a huntress...”

Elder Hugh wasn't discussing anything suspicious. 'I still don't trust him, Hudson,' Agor said to me and I growled inwardly in response. 'I would love for you to keep your thoughts to yourself from now on,' I retorted before shutting off my link with him. I sighed and made to go back outside when I heard the elder say something that caused me to halt in my steps. A frown formed on my face and my hands balled into a fist as the elder began blabbering every single thing that we discussed to the person he was with on the phone.

Is he merely indifferent, or is there something buried beneath the frost in his gaze? Finally, I take the dagger, dragging the blade lightly over the tip of my finger. A drop of blood wells, falling into the vial beneath the inscription. A golden light flares, and the library opens. Yohan turns without a word and steps deeper into the chamber. “We’re looking for a book,” he says, voice low. “The Lost Frinx.” Evelyn nods and hurries off between the shelves. I follow Yohan, noting how his gaze moves sharply across the floating tomes, scanning for something specific. He isn’t fumbling. He knows exactly what he’s looking for.

More than anything in the world. But something within her whispered— The past never stays buried. And no sooner had she thought that— Fraser's phone had beeped. A Ghost from the Dark – Axel’s Next Move Fraser frowned, pulling his phone from his pocket. A single message. From an unknown number. Tressa watched his face, noting how he stiffened. “What is it?” Fraser’s eyes darkened as he read the message aloud. “You think you’ve won? The game isn’t over. Not even close.”

She walked with a deliberate, measured pace, hiding the ache in her legs. "Luna Audrey," Elder Hagar said, his voice a deep rumble. He was the oldest of the pack, his fur a salt-and-pepper grey. "We were told you were... indisposed. Recovering from the battle." "I am recovering," Audrey said, taking her seat at the head of the table. "But the mountain does not stop turning because I have a few scratches, Hagar. We have a traitor in our midst, and I intend to find them before the sun sets."

" As he turned his gaze to the lying body, Higgins spoke out against her overreaction. "What's the deal with your stare?" He inquired, seemingly piqued by the tenacity in her imagined grin. "So you're the hunter that Rachel kept telling about. Paul Higgins, the renowned and experienced warrior hunter who became stranded on this continent and incorporated magic into his..." She was led to confess everything she knew about him, at least the scratched surface information that she had been exposed to. "Shut up, little girl." Higgins blurted in a clear-cut manner. As he strutted to the door, he walked over the inquisitor's laying arm, listening for an incoming sound.

“I quit.” He smirked. “Since when?” “Since I needed to keep my head clear.” He exhaled, the smoke curling into the air between us. “Fair enough.” For a while, we stood there, listening to the distant hum of the city. Then Hugh spoke. “Aiden has no idea that he’s just declared war on himself.” I let out a quiet breath. “Yeah.” Hugh turned his head slightly, studying me. “You sound worried.” I scoffed, leaning against the railing. “Shouldn’t I be? He’s killed most of our men. We’re outnumbered.”

I can't bear the thought of Hugh's dirty hands on her, his scent mingling with hers! As we circle each other, growls rumbling low in our throats, my mind churns with thoughts of vengeance - to kill! I’m desperate to tear Hugh apart, to rend flesh from bone until there’s nothing left but a memory! Just as I prepare to launch myself, the noise of the rain is suddenly overshadowed by the sound of hurried footsteps and panicked voices. My attention flickers towards the intrusion, and there they are - the pack, rushing to Hugh's aid without a second thought.