Mistborn Final Empire Audiobook Novels & Stories

Dio asked, his cold voice resonated the area. “We’re just band—” “Spare me your humor and answer my question honestly.” Though his tone remained the same, there was a hint of threat in his eyes. He felt as if he was back in the days when he was an adventurer and in front of a midnight serpent member. The leader grinned and kneeled on his right foot. “I greet the empire’s rising sun, His Imperial Highness Prince Amiel. May the blessings of the deity be upon you.” Dio looked around to make sure that no one heard him before turning back his attention to him. “What is it that you need from me?”

She aired her thoughts out loud, walking towards the shelf, catching sight of a familiar book cover. She pulled out the book from the stack when she got close enough and a smile formed on her lipstick-covered lips. TULLY by Paulina Simmons. "My Tully." She smiled to herself, a look of admiration on her face as she stared at the book. She was so engrossed in staring at the book, she didn't notice the figure that stepped into the room, walking towards her from behind. "Seems you've found something you love." A deep and hoarse voice spoke from behind her and she was startled, almost jumping out of her skin.

The image won’t leave. “Madame, we have arrived,” the driver said in a soft French accent, stepping out of the vehicle. I swallowed hard as my eyes lifted. The Palais D’Or ballroom glowed under night skylines, masked guests drifting in and out like ghosts dressed in gold and silk. Caspian Ventura. That greedy old monster. I am glad his son, Zavier, isn’t here tonight, which makes killing Caspian Ventura easier than I planned. “Are you ready?” Kael’s voice came through my earpiece.

Slowly, Damian opened the journal. The first pages contained ordinary entries. Business meetings. Travel schedules. Personal notes. Nothing remarkable. Then the tone changed. Abruptly. Dangerously. The handwriting grew rushed. Uneven. Desperate. As though Charles had been writing under pressure. Under fear. Seraphina's heart pounded as Damian turned page after page. Then he stopped. Both stared at the same sentence. Written in dark ink across an entire page. They found Marcus. The room fell silent. Marcus Holloway again.