Iron Widow Audiobook Novels & Stories

"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

Eden gave Alain a frosty look, and in that moment, the needle in her hand jabbed into his body. "Ouch!" Alain yelped. "Trying to murder your husband?" Eden pulled out another needle and asked, "You're not cured yet. Why did you go to Audair?" "I found out that an old money family in Audair, the Johnsons, also has a Bloodgod Herb. I wanted to sneak it out, but I failed," Alain said innocently.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

Audrey's POV I didn’t even feel my knees hit the ground, just the sting of dirt in my mouth and the awful, scorching weight in my chest like someone had poured molten iron straight into my lungs. I couldn’t scream, and I couldn’t even curse at them for dragging me into this hell. The sigil burned through my shirt, glowing so bright I could see it even with my eyes squeezed shut. Somewhere above me I heard shouts. It was Adrian’s voice, broken at the edges. “Shit….shit, it’s starting. It’s the Catalyst. She’s—” His words cracked, like he didn’t want to finish.

His hands loosened from Trisha's pink cardigan before his head rammed into the cold, hard earth with so much force that he thought that his skull had cracked open like an egg's shell. He heard the ebbing footsteps of the Trisha and Wilkes as they continued for their lives. It was every person for himself—and herself and he couldn't blame them. Perhaps if they escape, they'll bring the school authorities to his corpse hidden hundreds of metres below and he'll get a befitting burial. He felt the shadows swarm all around him like bees feasting on honey which was in this case, thick, pulpy blood gushing out of his ear. “The long arm of the Goddess will always catch up with you,” the shadows bega

“My sister-in-law and the relic Odin himself gave her to protect. My brother has been searching for her and I haven’t heard from him in months, I have been working with Valhalla Bridge to find my sister-in-law and my brother and hopefully the relic she protects.” No wonder the order was so set on recovering the stolen property. He moved closer to me, placing his hands on my shoulders, “I know this is a lot to take in, I can let you digest it, and we can talk about it later, ok?” I frowned, “what’s there to think about, we have to find her and the relic. Before they do, gods know what with it.” “My wolf sees you as his mate, I want to give you time to process that because I am hoping you will