Iron Widow Audiobook Novels & Stories

I thought it had ended, but it turned out the author took some time off writing. "Still, it's lengthy. I forgot the title of the novel. It's quite a simple one. You'll definitely find it, though. The other one is completed. You—" Wendy looked at the book he gave her. It didn't have a cover. Pressing her lips together, she threw herself at him as her eyes reddened. It was too much for Yves to handle, and he toppled over. Silas scoffed. "You're weak, Mr. Homer! You need more training."

“Jane, your daughter was killed the moment she was born. Thanks for raising my daughter all these years. “But my baby won’t be needing you anymore.” My mind went blank. All I could hear was Mandy’s voice, filled with cruel satisfaction. “Don’t worry. Once you’re gone, your sickly old mom will follow you soon enough. “As for us, we’ll make sure to enjoy that insurance money of yours properly.” Darkness surged like a tidal wave. At the edge of being swallowed, Thomas’s voice came again, and this time, he didn’t even bother hiding his contempt. “Jane, at a time like this, shouldn’t you be thanking me? After all, when you’re reduced to ashes, you’ll have to beg me to graciously collect what’s le

Rolph stepped toward me, but Xander stepped between us. I shook my head. "No, I don't think that's possible." A crease formed between my eyes as I studied him. "Where are you from? My pack was decimated." He nodded. "Yes. That was The Skyefrost Pack, correct?" I nodded. "How did you know that?" He nodded toward the grimoire. "That is the Book of Elders, the grimoire of your people, is it not?" "Yes," I said, dragging out the word. "Why?"

The ruins of Eldermoor trembled beneath them. Dust rained from the high stone vaults as a low, guttural rumble echoed through the underground archives, vibrating through Elior’s bones. Whatever had been disturbed, whatever had been named, was waking. “Move!” Elior barked. They turned and ran.

After what feels like forever to me, I can feel myself coming back to myself. Somewhere not far off, I hear a constant noise. BEEP.. BEEP.. BEEP.. BEEP BEEP.. BEEP That noise is so annoying that I try to roll away from the sound. But something pulled at my arm. Off to my left side, I hear a chair scrape across the ground, and someone moves away. Then a door opens, muffled talking, then the door closes, then opens again a few minutes later, followed by more footsteps. “Serenity, can you hear me? My name is Dr Richford. You are in the hospital in the Moonstone Sky pack. Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.” Dr Richford said.

Willow loved it because it was a small table and chairs tucked into its own corner, surrounded by high backed walls on both sides. She had felt bad for lying to her grandmother earlier. She wasn't here to get a new book but rather read the one Loriann had given her. The leather diary had been burning a hole in her bag for days now. Gently, she placed the book on the table in front of her and stared at it, as if it would burst into flames at the first touch. Opening the cover, she began to read, devouring the history of the Red Hoods and one Weyland Brochade in particular.

The first howl came at dawn. It wasn’t one of ours. It was guttural, wrong—like something dead trying to remember how to sing. The sound cut through the morning mist like a blade, silencing the forest in a single breath. Birds stilled. The wind died. Even Nyx went stiff in my chest, ears pinned back, hackles raised. Mara burst into my cabin a moment later, still half-shifted, her eyes golden and wild. “They’re at the eastern ridge,” she growled. “Cursed ones. Four, maybe five. We don’t know if they’ve crossed the border yet.”

Domenik moved—closer, never touching, but every inch of him a barrier. “She’s not leaving with you.” The Widow tilted her head. “I never asked her to.” She leaned in, low enough for only Eirwen to hear: “Find me when you’re tired of letting men decide your price.” Then, louder, almost bored: “Run.” A crack split the stairwell. Gas hissed again. The Widow turned and was gone—slipping into the storm, a ghost made real by reputation alone. Chaos crashed back in. Boots. Orders. Guns primed for war.

My voice trembled seeing Sebastian's reaction. " White lane, uhm yes, street 83, house number eight. He is still alive but weak...yes, immediately" Sebastian said to the phone. He turned to look at me angrily after the call " Dude, you could have killed him" he shouted. I gulped bitterly words getting stuck on my throat. Claire was staring at me eyes wide open like I was an alien. She was the one who screamed stopping me from killing his ex boyfriend. Well, I was even suprised at me. The guy's nose was smashed , blood was all over his face, his eyes were swollen shut and his upper lip was cracked into two parts. How was I even that strong to do that?

“You wouldn’t know love if it strangled you.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Maybe not. But I know power. And you need mine right now, whether you admit it or not.” I said nothing. She simply looked back out the window, the sky now bleeding pale light across the horizon. Audrey waited for her answer, but she didn’t give one. Eventually, he sighed and walked out, the door closing quietly behind him. I stayed where she was, eyes distant. Outside, the first birds began to call, unaware that in the quiet halls of Oxen, a war had just been born.