Iron Widow Audiobook Novels & Stories

I'm losing my hearing. It felt like a big nail was sticking into the back of my head which was very painful. I feel like my head is going to explode from the intense pain that is creeping in now. "Aaaahhhh!" I screamed as I cried. My tears flowed from the pain. My body is cold and I feel like my body is on fire. Is this what Rostov is talking about? The curse of the Necropolis? I didn't quite understand the events. I just saw that a golden color came out of Elijah's body and it enveloped me.

Chapter 140: Voices of Treason ANYA’S POV We drove through the main gates of Ironclaw as I kept my spine straight and my jaw set. The journey back from the Shadow Clan had drained my body, and emotions, but not my will. Iris and Gavin flanked me as we got out of the car in the courtyard. The driver drove forward towards the garage while curious servants and warriors watched from the walls. I handed my cloak over to Iris and marched straight toward the great hall without pausing to rest. News of Damien’s stolen body would spread soon enough. I needed the elders to hear it from me first.

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.”

The creak of a chair A hand wrapped around mine, warm and tight, like it had been there for a very long time I couldn't open my eyes. Not yet My body was lead Every cell felt drained, hollowed out, like someone had scooped the energy out of me with a spoon I could hear "...told you she'd pull through." Owen's voice. Quiet. Respectful. "She's the strongest wolf I've ever" "Get out" Valtherion's voice. Low. Ragged The voice of a man who hadn't slept

"Ostende te!" The Hellhound started to morph and change immediately, his body retracting until he was in his human form again, Deven Craig. He stood, completely naked. "Well, well! Looky what we have here. A witch!" He smirked. "I'll enjoy watching you burn at the stake."

"One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning." -James Russell Lowell- *** “I never thought this day would come. The day when I finally meet you face to face after the humiliation you did to my family on the day you broke off your engagement with my daughter.” The man spoke with hatred and disappointment in his eyes. “And I never thought you would accept an invitation to meet with me. For that, I would like to thank you.” Ian stated. It was a miracle that Charles Dawn was willing to meet on the neutral ground.

Whatever it was going on. I had been keeping in my room, again. After all the shit that happened with Jemma and the incident with the plan going south, in a very bad way, I just wanted to keep to myself. I’ve been trying to stay positive but keeping myself to myself... I haven’t really heard much news about the guys... It's hard to stay positive when you don't have anything to be positive about. I put the book I was currently reading down and slid off the bed, heading over to the window, opening it. It was very warm today. Looking out over the yard, I noticed there was an unusually large number of people here.

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.