Nightfall Audiobook Novels & Stories

I wasn’t even sure if he’d gotten everything settled with his frat brothers when he drove me to the airport in the morning. I tried to let those thoughts fade away while on my flight home. I put in my earbuds and decided to listen to one of the smutty werewolf audio books Hana has gotten me hooked on, Alpha Gray by CJ Primer, with Theo and Maddie as narrators. The book is HOT, and Theo’s voice… yeah, it makes for an enjoyable two-and-a-half-hour flight. I love how he changes his voice when speaking for each Alpha. Hana told me they’ve done the narration for the rest of the series, and I can’t wait to listen.

Nightfall The gravel crunched under the expensive tires as Cross's car pulled into his mansion's circular driveway. The imposing structure loomed against the darkening sky, its windows glowing with warm light that should have felt welcoming but somehow seemed cold and distant tonight. The engine's purr died away, leaving only the sound of crickets and the distant hum of the city beyond the estate's walls. The silence between the two occupants of the car was thick with unspoken tension that had been building throughout their drive home.

And somewhere in the shadows of Ravenfalls, the night whispered. And Audrey is not safe.

“What happened to them?” “Some fell silent,” Nael whispered. “Some vanished.” He looked up, eyes heavy. “But one… turned cold.” --- That night, the stars didn’t shine. They flickered. Like something behind them had shifted. Azriel woke with a gasp, the sixth flame flaring quietly in his chest. The boy stirred from beside the embers. “Another flame,” he said, voice trembling. “It just woke up.” A wind rose from the cliffs, sharp and cold. It carried the scent of forgotten fire—like Silorith’s last breath, twisted by something colder.

She even arranged for him to stay in the master bedroom and told me to move into the guest room, all because Adam was frail and required round-the-clock care. I could only comfort myself that no matter what, they were just family. … "Are you even listening to me?" Talia's shrill voice cut through my thoughts. I snapped back to reality and quickly turned on my computer. I pulled up the volcanic eruption forecast, printed it out, and handed it to her. "Canlis Mountain will erupt tonight at midnight at a level-four intensity. The mountain is right next to Bareyard Village!" Talia took the report, skimmed it carelessly, and then ripped it to shreds.

I reached out, and he caught me blindly. His arm hooked around my waist, hauling me into his lap with a desperate, crushing force. He pulled Eliza into his other side, and we sat there—a tangled, sobbing heap in the middle of a slaughterhouse—until the enforcers arrived to secure the room. Nathan’s POV The sun crawled over the horizon the next morning, indifferent to the fact that the world had ended. The light filtered through the curtains, mocking me with its warmth. The earth should have stopped. The city should have gone silent. But the distant hum of Havenfall’s traffic continued, a drone of life that felt like an insult to my father’s memory.

The word tastes like ash. Someone cut the alarms. Someone disabled the sensors. Someone opened the door. Aurelio thought the threat was external. He thought we were fighting a siege. But the rot is inside the walls. I scramble off the chaise, my hands shaking as I reach for the console. There is an audio button. I jam my finger against it. Static. Then, the sounds of the night filter in. The wind. The ocean. And footsteps. Dozens of them. Crunching on the gravel of the driveway. Soft, rhythmic thuds on the manicured lawn.

But as the autumn chill began to seep through the window frames, the silence started to feel… heavy. It began on a Tuesday. Lin was lying in bed, the blue light of her phone illuminating her face as she scrolled through lecture notes. The house was silent, save for the distant sound of a car passing by outside. Then, she heard it. Scritch. Scritch. Scritch. It was a sharp, dry sound, coming from the wall directly above her headboard. It sounded like a frantic animal trapped in the insulation. She froze, her breath hitching. The noise stopped. She waited, her heart hammering against her ribs, but the silence returned.

"Do you truly imagine I’m finished, Tristan? Look at the wreckage. This fire is just beginning to breathe." I sat in the dim light of the Moonshade Atelier, watching the live feeds of the Blackmoor Pack House being breached. The red digital border on my terminal pulsed like a rhythmic, hungry wound. Tristan Blackmoor and Seraphina Duskryn were finally losing their grip, their frantic, desperate voices screeching through the audio intercepts as the Nightfall Territory enforcers closed in.