Slight Edge Audiobook Novels & Stories

The dried leaves shifted color under my hand, the brown edges pulling back like a breathe-in. Their stems straightened. A faint green threaded through the pale flesh. I watched in surprise. Around me, the room gasped. Selene’s hand was at her mouth. Mother Elara’s eyes shone. “It worked,” someone said later, but it felt like an echo. Then, another change: a soft hum at the edge of my hearing, the whisper of a thin bell. For weeks I had known that one ear was worse than the other. The world had a quiet edge on that side, a missing register. Now, as I stood in the library, it was faint, but it was real.

I was so proud of myself saying this story, happy that I remembered everything Sean told me and all she could say was 'fair enough'. "What's the name of the book she read?" She asks, and I try to rack my brain for the name. "Hidden edges," I say at once, finally finding it deep inside my jam-packed brain. "Alright," she says and folds her arms, "Since you know all that, there'll be no need to burden myself with repeating it, but I could entertain a few questions." My eyes lighten up at that and a smile plays on my lips. Finally, someone would answer my questions.

Might have even been a lookalike. ‘My Sadie has eyes like an eagle’s. She never forgets a face. And a girl like her, she has a face you don’t forget so soon. Striking blue eyes and a pale skin. If she says it’s her, then it’s her. And for me, I was out shoveling snow in the front yard when I saw her drop down from the cab and walk cautiously into the…’ A violent cough, stinging to the ear, cut him short jerking him back and forth. Sadie was beside him in a split second, even faster than the officers.

“Good morning.” “Good morning,” she replied subconsciously. Well, most people would surely greet back once they’re greeted right? Besides, the man’s voice was deep yet affectionate? Sweet? Audrey wasn’t sure what was the exact word to describe it, but she was certain it was nice to listen. Just like Shane’s voice. ‘Shane.’

The edges glowed with soft blue light, shifting in patterns that looked almost alive. “Kairos,” I murmured, “this isn’t the same crossing as last time.” “No.” He scanned the space. “This one was opened by the Old One. It’s stronger.” Stronger and colder. A shadow rippled across the far edge of the platform. Kairos shifted instantly, pulling me slightly behind him. “Hello?” I called, though my voice shook. A soft ringing answered—like tiny bells vibrating in the air. The light dimmed. Shapes formed at the edges, thin and elegant, drifting like smoke.

They tried every soft and hard tactic they could think of. "You don't know how pitiful Aiden is. He eats only plain bread for meals. He takes the bus to and from school. His clothes stink, and no one washes them." "Your father-in-law is even worse. Some days no one changes his diaper, and bedsores are breaking out under him. He screams in pain every day." Aunt Diane spoke while wiping away tears. Aunt Marsha pressed the advantage. "I know you're the kindest. Vanessa was just stupid. She had a perfectly good husband at home, but she was bewitched by a wild man. But the child and the old man are innocent, aren't they?"

I kept that thought to myself though. We started drilling not long after, and somehow Kai always ended up on my side of the rink instead of Mason’s. Every time I demonstrated something, I could feel his eyes following me. Not in a creepy way. Just interested. “You’ve got insane edge control,” he said after I finished a transition sequence. “You know, most people force it too much, but you make it look easy. And it’s honestly annoying. Trust me.” I snorted out a laugh. “Thanks, I think?”

I added, the heavy silence suddenly making my skin prickle with embarrassment. I shifted in my seat, my chest tightening. Maybe I had overstepped. Maybe rich people found it insulting when a stranger just bought them random food. His sudden coldness was making me regret the entire thing. I picked up my black coffee, taking a slow sip just to give my hands something to do. Then, Leonard reached out and picked up his small metal fork. He sliced off a neat piece from the edge of the cake and brought it to his mouth, chewing quietly. A sudden wave of relief washed through my chest, the awkward tension in my shoulders instantly melting away.

Then, in English, the edges softened to velvet, “Good evening.” The way he shaped the words made the room feel colder. Siena didn’t move. She could see, in the black of the glass by the window, her own reflection with a phone that wasn’t hers pressed to her ear, the lamp behind her a halo that felt like mockery. She knew a dozen voices from this world — captains, lieutenants, men who tried to sound older than their fear. This wasn’t one of them. This voice had patience baked into it, and ownership. The sound of someone who didn’t come to ask.

he asked, voice muffled slightly by the mask but still carrying that rough edge that sent a shiver down my spine. “The books are open, Darius,” I replied, lifting my chin as we began the walk toward the entrance. “Let’s see who is left standing when the audit is finally done.”