Hunt For Red October Audiobook Novels & Stories

I am glad my best friend is happy , I would never feel bitter when they are all working overtime to locate Leonor and Fallon . Getting back to the war room took half the time I had waited three days for any kind of breakthrough . Nodding to the guard , I enter the room everyone turns to us . Red comes over “ Thank the goddess Haggen , how long did it take you “. Red says rushing over to us with a frown . “ Red , what's up and why do you need my blood ?” . Her head snaps up her eyes catching mine before she turns to her mate “ Seriously Haggen , you better not have been overheard .” With a look of shock he shrugs with his hands out .

But just as I was about to slide into bed with them, someone knocked on the door. “It’s Red. Let me in.” I glanced at Obsidian. When he said nothing, I got up and opened the door for him. Red stood alone in the hallway, hair wet and dripping onto his shirt. He didn’t look at me as he entered the room. His strange behavior scared me. It was clear by the look on his face that whatever news he had wasn’t going to be any good news. “Did you find him?” Obsidian asked. “No.” Red swallowed loudly. “I didn’t find him.”

But I am far too courageous to be even shaken by his useless and old tricks. I settle myself behind a mound of dirt, gasping for much needed. Perspiration covered my nape, my face, and my back. My sight seems to appear blurry. It must have been because I have not warmed up before my body uses such blood. My heart explodes multiple times and all I can hear over their scream is the pressure building inside my eardrums. “Chad, two minutes have passed already!” one of the hunters calls.

They’ll want to check the wreckage to confirm I’m not inside. Keeping low to the ground, I hurried away from the crash as the hunters pulled up, hooting and hollering like the demented Americans they are. Now I don’t mean to say all Americans are demented. But the American hunters are an uncouth sort that takes a weird joy in killing, things being on fire, and vehicles getting into accidents. Whatever the case, their joyful hoots and hollers that I might be dead and arguments about who gets to take credit gave me time to get away. I hurried to the nearest neighborhood to search for a car to take.

Ruth didn't seem too pleased to see me. "Oscar Wilde, good to see you." Marco Winehouse said. He was the one in charge of the meeting, and he was the one with the intel. I sat down in the pub and paid for everyone's drinks as a token of my appreciation for them coming all the way to meet with me. "What is going on, guys? My uncle was beaten up, and my pack raided." I complained, and Marco exhaled. "You won't believe this shit, but Giles Hunter is back. His sect has done a lot of harm." Marco claimed, and I looked at him, stunned.

Yet another reason he wasn't interested in having a luxury resort anywhere near the town of McFall. He set his mouth in a firm line and stalked toward the SUV. The driver's door opened, and a shiny black high-heeled pump emerged, followed by a shapely calf. Surprised, Hunter stopped, watching as a petite redhead stepped out of the car. Her hair was done up in one of those fancy, efficient updos with a few loose wisps around her face, which was obscured by large designer sunglasses. Hunter's eyes zeroed in on sensuously shaped ruby-red lips.

After nearly three hours of phone conferencing with the council and twenty of the one hundred east coast packs involved in the prospect program, I’m finally free to leave my office. It was a grueling three hours as I haven’t been able to pull my mind away from the young man in the hospital wing, Alpha Cole Redmen.

The angelic music played in the speakers around the pack. The torches were lit along the streets and the moon shone brightly in the center of the sky. A shadow was cast over the edge as the blood moon began to form and once it was fully merged it would be time, and later on when the the blood moon begun to pull from its form the horn would blow- indicating that the Hunt had begun. “Are you nervous?” My little sister, Mathilda, asked me. “Hazel isn’t nervous, sweetheart, this is an honor. One that you too might experience in a few years if you’re lucky.” I shifted on the bed and suppressed the growing anger towards my mother.

Give him enough to keep him from doing something to me, but to also give him enough information. “I see. You would like to talk about Abby?” His words were cold and sent a shiver through my spine. “You will only lie.” “My love, I have nothing to hide. It appears that you are not satisfied with the answers you have received. What would you like to know?” Someone comes in and hands Hallen a glass filled with dark red liquid. I could smell the blood, from here I could tell it was fresh. The scent it gave off was odd, metallic like Hallens scent mixed with something sweeter.

"The shadow wolf told me that I had been born under a full moon, under Selene herself. That I'd been blessed with gifts that can do good and bad things when used. When I saw this book it reminded me of what he'd said." Cradling her to him, Brodie spoke quietly, "I'm not sure what he meant but I promise you we will figure it out. Together. We can go through all the Elder's scrolls, texts and archives until we find something, anything that will put an end to this mad wolf."