Iron Widow Audiobook Novels & Stories

A sound escaped Theodore. Small. Broken. Almost a laugh. Almost a sob. Then the door behind them closed. The lock turned. Once. Twice. Violet spun. Theodore crossed the room instantly and grabbed the handle that was not there. Nothing. No inside latch. Of course. The light above the ledger flickered. Then a speaker crackled. Violet went cold. Eleanor’s voice filled the west archive. Soft. Calm. Merciless. “If you are hearing this, Violet Harlow has found the names.”

Our conversation was interrupted by partially shifted Amber, "Shut the holes in your face and listen," "What is it—" "Listen," But I couldn't hear anything, but I could feel vibrations coming from the ground. Stooping, I lowered myself to the ground, pressing my ear against concrete. Closely my eyes, I listened, I hear footsteps, marching in a unison, fast, "W.I.K.D," I mumbled, "It's W.I.K.D... They have found us," "We need to split up, send them on while goose chase," Al spoke,

“Good. It’s time we reignite the war between wolves and humans. And this time, we aren’t stopping with a cup half-full.” And it all starts with Tobias fucking Irons, Beau thought. Soon, he’ll pay for what he did.

I was making my way over to the tunnel again, taking the very open and direct path to it this time. "There's four left," Riley announced. "Three," Vince corrected as he took out Riker. We could hear Riker's curses over the mic. Along with several others talking shit. Riley and Vince were ignoring them, focused on their mission. Vince took over Riker's spot and took out one more enemy. I had made it to the tunnel at that point and was starting to run back through it again. "You're not going to be able to save her," a new voice purred over the line, and I saw both Riley and Vince tense up.

I tried to distract myself with work emails and documents from the company, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the same thing. Liam’s voice…his words…second chance. Around midnight, my throat felt dry. I stood up and walked toward the kitchen. The hallway lights were dim, casting long shadows across the floor. I grabbed a glass and turned on the tap as the sound of running water filled the room. Then I heard something. A faint noise and a soft click. I froze. The water kept running, overflowing the glass. My heart began to pound slowly. The sound had come from the living room.

As the SUV pulled away, Genevieve stood alone for a moment, the echoes of laughter in the park still ringing in her ears. ---- Later that evening, she arrived at Ravenhurst Lane for the Widow's Club meeting. She didn't feel the how she felt when she first arrived there, she felt calmer. All fourteen women were present, seated around the long table. The air was heavy with perfume, ambition, and something darker. One by one, reports were given by each widow. Some contained reports of seduction, others contained how they used the children of their clients against them, and the rest contained how they stole incriminating videos and documents and used them to blackmail their clients.

"Okay, so I was looking for that History book that Alistair had given to you for some reason" He blinked, taken aback. He didn't know she had seen the exchange, hopefully she hadn't heard what had been said between them "W-why do you need the book love?" He asks, trying to compose himself. "I'm going to have to tell you something that you might not believe but I need you to" Audrey narrates everything, from her dreams, to Nostradamus's prophecy and how the tapestry had depicted the same wolf as the one she had seen in her dreams.

Maybe the facade only looks small with the help of optical illusion. I didn't speak. I looked around and there were many books scattered there. There is also a cauldron over the fire inside the fireplace. Something was brewing and the ladle was spinning and mixing the liquid. I tried not to be amazed but even so, I was still amazed by everything I was seeing. "Sicario, is he the one you say is your grandson?" Merlin asked Grandpa. Grandpa smiled. He looks proud like I am some kind of a prized possession.

He stood at the front of the high table with his hands at his sides and his chin lifted, and he spoke into the silence of the courtyard like a man dropping stones into a still pond. "—I, Doran Blackwood, Alpha of Ironbough, do hereby declare—" Elowen sat in her green wedding gown and listened. The grey ribbon on her left wrist was pulsing hot now, in time with the second heartbeat under her ribs. Boom. Boom. Boom. The calm woman's voice she had heard in her head a moment ago — Hadwen, be brave, we are nearly there — was gone. The two birds were still wheeling over the western tower. The pale blue sky was still pale blue. Doran's voice kept dropping its careful stones.

Iron. My head throbs. My wrists burn. When I try to move, the bite of metal cuts into my skin like silver chains, looped tight and cruel. I’m sitting on the floor of a dark room; walls slick with dampness, torches flickering weakly. There’s no window, no sound of the outside world except the faint, rhythmic drip of water from somewhere unseen. And then… the voice I never wanted to hear again. “Well, look who finally decided to join us.”