Remain Nameless Audiobook Novels & Stories

I let out a low growl as he nearly slashed my neck, maneuvering myself around him before turning to stand behind him, causing him to double over. “Who the hell are you?” I asked, and he chuckled, turning to face me. His eyes met mine momentarily, and though I wanted to walk toward him, wanting to punch him; my legs stilled, not allowing me to move a muscle. It was as if I was glued to the ground, and the man seemed to know and understand that. “They call me Erebus.” He said, turning to the window behind him just as banging could be heard on the door. “We will meet again, little Auditore. Only next time, I am going to be sure that your last breath is taken on my hand. Exactly like hers was…”

he heaves. “Uh…okay,” the voice finally speaks. “Don’t apologise son. I know it’s not your fault. We’re almost there, okay?” “Okay,” Miles says a lot calmer. “Can you tell me your name?” I hear the voice again. “Miles,” he responds. “It’s Miles Manando,”

I just didn't want to see his face again. ​The heavy clatter of a bolt sliding into place, followed by a metallic creak, confirmed their departure. Then, a heavy, profound silence fell. ​After long minutes of agonizing waiting, I slowly, painfully uncoiled my cramped body. ​“Are they really gone?” ​“Yes,” the voice confirmed, a small, audible sigh of relief. “For now.” ​I looked at the rubble pile, now desperate to see the face of my unseen saviour. ​“Who are you?” I asked again, my voice stronger. “Can you tell me your name?” ​A long, tense pause lingered. ​“My name is Caramen

But if I did, Mandie would gloat, and I can't let that happen. “Celine Moretti.” My name slid off his lips, cool and precise, slicing across me like a draft of winter air. His mouth barely moved, yet I felt every syllable. “I don’t recall seeing that name on my list.” I chewed louder, somehow fueled by a courage I didn’t know I owned. “New transfer,” I said sweetly, flashing teeth around the gum. “Thought I’d try Astrology.” He gave no reactions. “Find a seat,” he said, voice smooth but commanding. “And discard that gum. Noise is prohibited.”

All the people present stared in shock and disbelief, while Troy's face turned pale, drained of color, as if he couldn't believe what he heard. "What did you say?" His voice trembled. Mogan began pacing back and forth, while I went back to sit on my seat and watch the drama unfold before I could pass my final judgment. "The poison that was added to the tea is called Nameless," Mogan disclosed, and paused, his gaze swaying around to see everyone gulping, their faces pale with fear, because of how ominous and chilling the name was. "Nameless?" Alpha Jeiel exclaimed, with widened eyes.

Breathe. “Listen,” I began, my voice trembling slightly despite my effort to sound steady. “I’m not this Catalina De Rosta or whoever you think I am. My name is Alzna. You’ve got the wrong person, okay? Let me go and you guys should find the real Catalina before you waste any more of your time.” He didn’t blink. A brief flicker of recognition crossed his gaze like he knew me too well, but it vanished quickly, replaced by a cold stare. The kind of look that made my skin prickle. It was as if he was deciding whether I was worth keeping alive.

I said looking at his face for any clues on he, he might be. He gave me a gentle smile. "It has been years, Nameless. A lot happened. Look at you now.” He said pitching my nose softly. , "I never would have recognized you. But when I heard that little girl sing that song, I knew. But how could I have guessed that Alexa Jones is really Nameless, the little street kid with the crazy hair.” He said with a smile.

*Nameless POV* “This is not sparkling enough, you worthless piece of trash!” Beta Diana yells while her little princess giggles. A slap on my face, a kick on my ribs and a spat on my face, I block her words and continue scrubbing the corridor. There is a much more inferior position in the Ruber pack than that of an Omega. It’s reserved for those not worthy of anything. Yes, that’s me, the nameless girl. No rights, no roots, no identity, not even worthy of a name. No one knows where I came from, if they do, they don’t talk about it.

His voice was deep and it was pretty much delivered more than envy unto his partner at the table. It was a pure and unadulterated voice of pity. Nameless knew how lonely it was at the top and he was absolutely certain that Maru would have to feel this desolate feeling sooner or later. This was the reason why he himself has set this course for a new adventure in these alien lands. Nameless has wanted to face the promise of death and brave the uncertain future rather than continue to decay in that prison for all the ends of time. “Indeed. Luck played a good part in it. I really could not complain.” Tristan smiled but there was a sad tinge to this happy act.

“What’s the name of the hospital? — The question came out almost automatically, my mind already planning what to do next. The silence that followed was awkward. Everyone in the room stared at me in surprise. Axel, Anton, Anneliese, and Pietra were visibly confused by my sudden interest in this girl who, theoretically, was just a stranger to me. I could feel Axel’s sharp gaze on me as if he were trying to figure out what was going on. Anneliese blinked a few times before finally answering: “It’s General Hospital, if I’m not mistaken.” She spoke carefully as if wondering why, exactly, I was so interested.