Remain Nameless Audiobook Novels & Stories

A man’s voice, trembling, hopeful, full of relief. I turned my head slightly toward him, though my neck barely moved. I tried to wiggle my fingers. A little strength returned… along with a crawling fear. “W-who are you?” I whispered weakly. “Audrey… it’s me, Sage.” His voice quivered, a mixture of nerves and joy. I closed my eyes, trying to remember. But nothing. Blank. As if my past had been erased. No names. No faces. Nothing but an emptiness inside and a strange weight pressing on my chest.

“He said you needed to die, but I made sure he knows you're doing just fine being Alive.” I stayed silent. I was paralyzed, wondering exactly what Maxillo had spilled. “Alessia Rossi... he said that was your name,” Alexei asked. The name felt like a brand. “My name is Novel Hart,” I snapped, fear and anger boiling over. “Do you believe him?”

No one was more stunned than Gloria. "You mean that Adrian Ainsworth?" she blurted. "The one on Forbes' global top ten? He's really back in Carmoria?"

It wasn't until my first month of college that I found out the entire pack had been calling me a leech behind my back. The nickname came from Sienna Blackwood—Lucas's partner. To every wolf in Silvermoon, I was just some weakling squatting on pack land. They saw me use Lucas's pass, saw the tiny cabin at the edge of his territory, and filled in the blanks themselves. I went to find Lucas, thinking he'd defend me like he used to when we were pups. But he just waved a hand, didn't even look up from whatever he was doing, and said, "It's just a nickname, Elena. Sienna's joking around. You're being too sensitive." Then he added, "Besides, you're always around me. You use my pass, you live a sto

well you know. “Hey, beautiful. What’s your name?” “Aanya Grey,” I replied, warily. “That’s a very beautiful name,” he said with a grin. “Can I have your number?” Before I could respond, a voice - cold and sharp - cut through the air. “Rodriguez.” All four - as in everybody in the table - turned. Evan stood a few feet away, hands shoved in his pockets, face carved in pure irritation. “Aanya Grey Rodriguez is her name,” he said flatly. “And no - you may not have her number.”

His eyes looking evil. He taps on a microphone I didn’t even realize was in there. He clears his throat, “Finally! We thought you wouldn’t move anymore. After that great victory, it would be such a shame for you to give up. How many has it been folks? How many necks had Nameless torn up already?”

It knows about the legal challenge and about Ilden Vray and about the notation and the formation and the work that has been building toward it. It has been reading the documentation of its own rescue. *What is your name?* I say. A pause. A long one. Then, in the specific warmth of a city that has not given its name to anyone in two years: *Reneth.* *Reneth,* I say. *We are coming.* *I know,* it says. *I have been reading your record. I know how you come.* --- The legal resolution arrives while Rael is still finishing the threshold library interior.

I try my best not to tremble in fear as they can sense it. "So, we meet again, Audrey Hepburn. Or should I call you Dorothy Smith? Natalie Greene? Diane Rosa? Or is Amala Gaines even your real name?" "A-Amala Gaines…" I lower my head as I gulp. "That is my real name." "You have a lot of names that even tracking you is harder for us, wolves, to locate you." He walks around me in a circle without breaking his intense gaze on me. "It was sheer luck that you arrived here when I am the only one who still remembers your scent."

My voice, when it came again, was quieter—but it cut deeper. “You do realize this all started with you.” That got her. She turned her head toward me, slow, like a machine dragging through rust. Her eyes met mine. Not with fire. Not with anger. But with something worse—emptiness. “If you hadn’t reminded Professor Marwood about the Naming Ceremony,” I went on, each word scraping its way past the knot in my chest, “Atlas never would’ve heard my name. My real name. He never would’ve realized I lied. That I’m not Leilani Selwyn. That I’m not a Delta. That I’m not a legacy. That I’m not—” I bit the inside of my cheek. “That I’m not the girl he thought I was.”

It was killing all of us. I walked beside the stretcher as they pushed him toward the jet waiting to take us to the new hospital, my heart slamming against my ribs. “Do you really not remember anything?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended. Aurelio turned his head, his gaze flicking toward me. A beat of silence. Then— “I didn't even know my own name.” My breath caught. Vale cursed under his breath. Mama turned away, wiping at her eyes. I clenched my fists, forcing my voice to stay steady. “You’re Aurelio Verticolli.”