Leather And Lark Audiobook Novels & Stories

Meguitte landed hard, her breath knocked out of her, and Lark dragged her back under her, panting, and jabbing her cheek with the still warm muzzle of the gun hard enough that Meguitte knew it would leave a bruise. “Call them off!” Lark yelled over the screech of the sparrows. Her expression was frantic with fear around the eyepatch that she wore. Meguitte remembered Logan’s remark about the paper sparrows. Lark had good reason to fear Meguitte’s sparrows. “Call them off you f-king bitch!” Meguitte had no option but to call her familiars off, and they all slowly rose to their feet, Robyn grimacing at the burnt spell liquid that covered her.

He's wearing a tight leather vest that's laced up in the front, matching pants that stop at his shins, and no shoes. He was Bacudal? Leader of all these big strong people? "I hear Tik bashed you over the head. That was rude. But can you blame her? Larkin is her finance." He laughs, holding his belly and shutting his eyes like it was the funniest thing ever. I glare at Larkin, who is avoiding eye contact suddenly. Fiancé huh? That was the first I was hearing about anything of the sort. "Oh, you didn't know that. My bad Larkin." He grins up at Larkin and slaps him on the back. I'm surprised when he leaps up and grabs hold of his shoulder, hoists himself up, and perches there like a cat. It's e

Korth let out a roar that shook the very mountain, a sound of pure, ancient rage that sent the hunting hawks scattering in terror. "Where are we going?" Elara shouted over the roar of the wind. "To the only person who knows how to read the Ledger's secret code," Korth’s voice echoed in her mind, sounding like grinding stones. "The man who wrote it." "You said the author died fifty years ago!" "He did," Korth replied, banking hard to the west, toward the smoking chimneys of the capital city. "But his 'Last Word' is still in my pocket. I grabbed it when the shelves broke."

ALANA L stepped out of the tunnel like he’d been waiting for this moment his entire life. Tall. Composed. Dressed in black that didn’t catch the light. His face still partly shadowed, but the ring—the one with that carved, impossible “L”—caught the glow of our flashlights in a way that made my stomach twist. He moved like a man who wasn’t afraid of dying. Like a man who believed he couldn’t. Zach shifted fully in front of me, body coiled with a violence that vibrated through his skin. Every line of him screamed lethal intent, but his voice—God, his voice—was low and controlled.

They are now both facing each other while under the ray of light coming from the window. Then Lark resolutely made up his mind and he kneeled on one knee while looking up facing Earth. His action of kneeling surprised Earth but he didn’t stop him. “Let me formally introduce myself to you, I am Lark knightly, from the clan Effulgence, a believer of the bringer, the destined Guardian of the Coin of Destiny. I humbly request a pact of loyalty, and I swear to protect and follow your lead even if it cost my own life” Lark said while looking him in the eyes as he request pledge loyalty.

Lexi I had a great lunch with Aiden the other day. He isn’t so bad when he isn’t being an ass. And the book was the sweetest thing. I have been reading it everyday trying to get a grasp on my new world. I think Aiden wrote it himself and that makes it even sweeter. And the way he broke everything down makes learning all this so much easier. Which is great since I am meeting Luther’s pack today. I’m nervous as hell. Thankfully Luther is driving me there. I doubt I would find the place on my own. It is hidden deep in the woods. Closer to Iron Mountain than Gwinn.

Not ye maybe not ever. Instead, I walked toward the waiting ledge where Larkis, my dragon, waited the only creature who could rival the Dragon Kings in size and fire. My wolf, Horgani, stirred restlessly beneath my skin, both beasts ready to run or burn or tear. Mounting Larkis felt like coming home in a way I’d never had. The moment I gave the word, he took off, wings slicing the sky, fire erupting in great gouts that scorched the clouds.

She lied, waiting to gauge his reaction. He struggled to remember who it was, and she decided to help him. “He must have been here before Ron, Father. The one directly before him.” A few more seconds passed before he snapped his finger when the memory came back to him. “Oh you're in luck. That was Alex William. The Lycan is your friend?” She hadn't even known he was a Lycan, but she bid her chances with her father's intelligence and responded in the affirmative. “I didn't know he was your friend. That's the most powerful Lycan alive, despite how sad the story of his path to becoming one of our kind is. I guess you know that… you said he's your friend, so I guess you know the story.”

“One shattered. Two cracked. And one suspiciously vanished after your last temper tantrum.” Theoden raised a brow. “That was not a tantrum. That was… frustration.” Luka set the books down and gave him a long look. “It involved throwing a chair.” “It was a small chair.” Darius wandered in just in time to hear that. “I’m sorry—are we debating chair sizes now?” “You’d be amazed how many chairs this pack has gone through,” Luka said, opening the top book without looking up. “Silvercrest is gonna kick us out.”

Havermouth, Present time Lark was trying a new shade of lipstick, and a new way of wearing her hair, angling her head at the camera of her tablet in order to study the effect. Meguitte watched her through her eyelashes, studying her opponent for weakness. Lark looked up as Meguitte ripped a page from the book. “What are you doing?” She demanded sharply. “Nothing,” Meguitte replied as she began to fold the page. “Just entertaining myself.”