Hyperion Audiobooks Novels & Stories

he said, his voice quieter now, “there was this protest. A big one. Hundreds of people gathered to speak out against the G.H.C. Kids were there, Lila. Families. People who had been hurt, who’d lost everything because of those bastards.” His fists clenched at his sides, and for a moment, he stopped pacing, he was staring at the floor as if reliving the memory. “The G.H.C. sent their soldiers,” he said, his voice laced was with anger. “Rounded everyone up like cattle. I went undercover, tried to get information, tried to help. But…” He turned to me then. “Hyperion used his solar blast. He burned it all down. Every last thing. The people. The evidence. He didn’t even hesitate.”

He had cerulean blue eyes that looked bright and warm and dreamy and kind, never arrogant or cocky like Hunter Ysrael. I heard the girls scream once again. They were screaming so loud that it hurt my sensitive hearing. Unlike other werewolves, my hearing was more extreme. So extreme that I could even hear everyone's private conversations all at the same time. I consider it a special ability of mine to be able to use my strong hearing when and however I wanted it. I can choose to block out people's voices, noises, and sounds I didn't want to hear, especially if they were noises that only talked about that playboy Hunter. I got tired of hearing about him all day from everyone's mouths that onc

Hyperion is also charging at her but he's empty-handed. Cronus smirks thinking "Yes wisdom is good but She's not good enough to beat them both." Iapetus tries to stab Wisdom in her chest. The spear won't go in. She takes the spear from while shooting a thunderbolt into Hyerion's forehead. Wisdom jabs the spear into Iapetus's chest then yanks it out, swinging it at his neck. Iapetus's head flies into the air.

he choked, already stepping forward. “Not another step, boy.” That voice…Deep…cold. Hyperion emerged from behind the stones, wearing a dark robe lined with war medals and bones..tokens of the enemies he’d killed. Thane’s eyes blazed. “Let her go.” Thane said in rage as Hyperion chuckled. “You think this is about her? No, no… this is about you, son.” “I’m not your son.” Thane spat. Hyperion raised a brow. “Maybe not in your heart but your blood betrays you.” He circled Tyla slowly, like a predator taunting prey.

The need to avoid him was necessary. Silvia stepped out of her room in the early dawn. She had heard Angela talking to her father about Hunter meeting with Lennox. Silvia has never met Lennox but she knows about him and also that he was Hunter's good friend. Her book with magic spells was in the air as she practiced with the pots. After practicing she always cleans the mess. Silvia was drowned in perfecting the spells when all of a sudden she felt eyes on her. She searched for the source and her eyes widened when they met the jade hues that were peering at her with interest. He was leaning against the hood of his car. She was so focused on learning, she didn't hear the roaring of his car.

Rey spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, "What is Hyperion doing?" Seraphina replied, "He's clearing a path for us. We should trust him. There's more to Hyperion than meets the eye." As Hyperion continued his relentless assault on the guards, Rey turned to Seraphina, curiosity etched on her face. "Seraphina, who is Hyperion? He seems to be concealing his real personality." Seraphina, her gaze following Hyperion's distant figure, sighed before responding. "Hyperion has always been a force of nature. Passionate, selfless, and driven by a sense of duty. His past is a tapestry of trials and sacrifices."

Hyperion just stands with his hands on top of the reading desk. “Vilkas tested my reading skills and made me read this paragraph. He didn’t believe I could translate. Do you remember?” I ask, looking at them both, and they nod. “Well, the answer I need is in this paragraph.” I say, pointing to it. “What information?” Hyperion looks at the writing and shakes his head. Seriously? Why didn’t anyone else read different languages? That will be changed going forward. “You know of the battle between the Lycan King Marius and the mighty Dragon King Apollo?” I ask, and he nods his head. His eyes light up and I smile.

“I guess. So long as we both remain alert I see no problem in giving you some answers now.” “Well okay then. Firstly, where exactly are we? I’m guessing that its the standard we’re not on Earth anymore situation?” “That guess would be correct. We are, hopefully, somewhere in the Kingdom of Everaya in the Realm known as Hephaestia.” “Hephaestia? Would that be any relation to the Greek god Hephaestus?” “Well look who is smarter than she looks. You are correct. The god Hephaestus created this realm. All realms are created by a god, the humans from your realm managed to get at least that correct.”