Iron Widow Audiobook Novels & Stories

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.

Rain protested, her voice brimming with innocent confidence. The mention of Lord Draven brought a wave of conflicting emotions washing over both River and Gonzalo. Their eyes met briefly, and they realized that they had quite a lot of pending conversations to have with their daughter. Just then, a thunderous knock echoed through the door, followed by a booming voice. "Open up! This is the Ironclaw pack! You are surrounded! Surrender peacefully!" River's lips pressed into a thin line. "Never," she whispered fiercely, her eyes gleaming with an inner fire. "Hold on tight, both of you," she instructed, turning to Gonzalo.

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?