Mistborn Final Empire Audiobook Novels & Stories

I asked suspiciously, "You hated my father. You spent a decade trying to drive Quinnix Innovations into the dirt. Why would you spend a fortune to free his daughter?" Jared’s hazel eyes locked into mine as he let out a soft amused breath, leaning an inch closer. "Because Amelia, your father is dead, and the empire he left behind is currently being asset stripped by your charming ex-fiancé and your traitorous cousin. Quinnix Innovations is vulnerable and I don’t like leaving things I want out in the open." "You want Quinnix," I said with a frown. "So you dragged me out of a South African prison to do what? Beg me for stock options?"

1| The Final Strike The sky was drizzling slightly, weeping over the demise of one of the most glorious empires in the history of shape-shifters. It had been hours since the clouds had turned grey and started dampening the surface. It was the first rain of the monsoon. The soil was soft and muddy and it had soaked up to her knees.

“You thought you were different, didn’t you? Thought you could break free from the empire’s control. But you were always meant to serve it, just like the rest of us.” Ash’s eyes hardened, his jaw set. “I may have served the empire once, but I’m done with it. And you... you’re nothing but a coward hiding behind the empire’s walls.” Eric’s eyes flashed with a cold fury, but he didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he motioned for the soldiers to move in, their weapons gleaming in the dim light. “You always were a fool, Ravenspine. You thought you could change the world. But this is the world you chose. And this is where it ends.”

“What about you, Your Imperial Highness? Are you planning to have concubines as well?” “Do you want to become one?” His voice grew weaker, giving Emery the signal that he was on the verge of sleeping. “No,” she replied in almost a whisper. “Then… I do not have any plans on having one.” Those were his last words before finally drifting off to sleep. Emery leaned her head on the seat before letting out a sigh of relief. Still, she was unsatisfied with the outcome of her rendezvous that night. The only thing she got from the books she read was the history of the protectors of the empire – the 12 knights and the royal army’s prominent leaders.

The city outside looked like it was holding its breath the streets half-awake, the air thick with the kind of quiet that comes after a storm but before the world realizes what it’s lost. I drove on autopilot. My eyes burned, my mind ran loops. Every time I blinked, I saw fire. Gabriel walking straight into it. Elijah’s lifeless face in the chair. The old man’s words, echoing through the audio feed like a sermon from hell. Everything about this win felt wrong. I turned off the main road toward my home, jaw tight, heart stuck somewhere between relief and unease. The Saito empire was gone wiped out by their own hands. Their secrets burned, their monsters dead. But something about it all screame

End of an Empire We raced for the escape corridor, hauling each other aboard Rook’s VTOL, barely making it as The Abyssal Bastion detonated, vanishing into the ocean’s depths. After the Storm The ocean fell silent... its dark secrets buried. Damien’s fingers brushed mine, warm and steady. "It’s... over," I whispered. His dark eyes softened, haunted but fierce. "For now," he rasped. But even as the horizon stretched wide... I couldn’t shake the cold certainty... Some shadows... never die.

A message that will change everything. “Your empire… is mine.”

The red stained the crest like war paint. “I serve the Last Queen,” she said. “May our enemies drown in their own silence.” More followed. Reluctant at first, but the tide was shifting. They knew the alternative. I’d burned cities for less. But Damien… Damien still hadn’t moved. I turned toward him, catching the flicker of something in his expression. Not anger – but disappointment. When the room finally quieted again, I addressed them once more. “This empire is reborn through fire. And every one of you will help build it — or die trying.”

I turned and walked toward the Gulfstream G650 waiting on the tarmac. Just as I reached the stairs of the jet, I heard the frantic roar of an engine. A beat-up car came screeching onto the airfield. Security tried to stop it, but it was too fast. The door flew open and a woman with wild, tangled hair jumped out. It was Eliza. Five years in the slums had shattered her. Her face was a wreck, her eyes burning with a mad, desperate hate. She was holding a gun. "THIS IS YOUR FAULT! ALL OF IT! YOU RUINED ME!" she shrieked.

“Why are you out of bed? The doctor said you need to rest.” She clutched her stomach. “You were gone too long… I got worried.” A soft sob escaped her. “It hurts… it’s starting again…” Luca didn’t hesitate. As he brushed a strand of hair from Annie’s face, he shouted toward the door, “Now! Do the transfusion. She can’t hold on any longer.” While his attention was elsewhere, Annie looked at me and smiled. Her lips moved silently. “You lost.” The staged fall. The act. Everything. Annie was cornering me and somehow, the man who claimed to rule an empire couldn’t see through it.