Iron Widow Audiobook Novels & Stories

He won't let her go this time. He hurried to the room which was in flames. She wasn't there and then he could hear faint voices coming from the room in the far corner. Hunter ran over there as he yanked the door open only to halt at the door frame. There were dozens of small screens in front of him and all of them were playing the same thing. It was a room drowned in darkness. Only one light bulb was hanging from the ceiling. He could hear a faint sob and then the camera angle shifted and his eyes narrowed at something wrapped in ropes.

"Now, imagine that on your pretty little wife's body. First, we will slowly start to strip her off all clothing and slowly bring the iron rod next to her face. Without touching, we will slowly trail down till we reach her pretty little cunt. Isn't that great and creative imagination?" Aanya had silent tears trailing down her face. The make-up on her face has smudged in different directions. The man's cruel words just added to the fear. She felt her heart in her throat ready to jump out when he pressed the iron rod on Evan's chest and the same heart dropped right down to a bottomless pit in her stomach at his words now. Evan growled angrily at his words. He couldn't care less about what happe

The Iron Hook didn’t operate out of an office; he operated out of a pressurized vault beneath the deepest smelting furnace of Iron Ridge. The air here was so thick with vaporized cadmium and industrial waste that even my sharpened, gold-rimmed vision struggled to pierce the haze. It was a suffocating, airless tomb that tasted of scorched copper and the stale sweat of a thousand desperate Omegas who had come here to die.

Maybe it was because of the distance? “Arthur?” she whispered to the wind. “Arthur? Arthur, please answer if you can hear me.” “Don’t bother,” a cold voice rang out from behind her. “He can’t hear you.” She flinched and turn around as the lock of the door clinked and slotted open. The iron screeched as it swung open revealing Owen on the other side, draped in a long black robe. She shuddered as his burning red eyes fell on her. He looked like a grim reaper.

William added. "Williams! You are really pissing me off with your stupid talks! You try to make a point but then you fail to see the bigger picture here. This lady here would tell the Alpha's sister about us and we don't want that happening."He walked closer to Williams and leaned down to speak to him in a silent tone. "Consider this a trade for silence." Audrey looked through the shelves, trying to pick a suitable book that she could read, till she fell on a particular text; 'Ancient Mystical creatures' Audrey realized the importance of the book to her investigation.

I hear the clang of a lock, the sound echoing off the walls. Someone grabs my face again, pressing fingers against my cheek until it hurts. “You think your wolf will save you this time?” he says. His voice is low, full of mockery. “You should’ve stayed hidden, Blood Widow. Should’ve stayed dead.” He lets go, and the sound of boots fades as they leave. The door shuts with a loud thud, and for a few seconds, it’s just me and the sound of dripping water somewhere behind me. My wrists burn, my arms ache, and my head feels heavy. I sit there for a long moment, breathing through the gag, until the silence feels too thick.

In the high tower behind me, I heard Lyra’s voice echo down the stone steps. "Contact," the whole-board reader said. "Grid is active. Painting targets." Miles inland, hidden behind the mountains, Cord’s forty Iron Voices were loaded and locked. In the deep keep, three hundred Firewalls closed their eyes and braced for the end of the world. And in the trenches above the beach, Zane drew his heavy, straight iron sword, the Long Carrier standing at the front of a line of a thousand silent wolves. The mapmaker on the beach had smiled because he thought he was fighting beasts.

Josh just stood there, his mouth opening and closing without a sound. In the tussle, the bag ripped, spilling our meager belongings onto the floorboards. Like a rattlesnake striking, my mother-in-law snatched up the savings passbook that had fallen out. She stared at it, and her expression morphed from fury to naked, glittering greed. "Well, well. No wonder you've been so uppity. You've been hidin' money! This belongs to my son! You thieving little whore, you stole from him!" She clutched the passbook to her chest and shoved it deep into her apron pocket.

"Tell her that the Iron Ridge is no longer a Pillar of the Council. Tell her it’s a forge. And we’re making the nails for her coffin." She kicked the lead Walker off the bridge. He plummeted into the magma below, his scream cut short. The other two were swarmed by Silas’s warriors before they could even draw a breath. Silence returned to the mountain, broken only by the bubbling of the iron. Silas looked at Audrey, then at the broken Null-Steel in her hand. He saw the way the fire didn't just come from her—it obeyed her. He dropped his hammer and knelt on the red-hot bridge.