The Four Leaf Audiobook Novels & Stories

"She speaks in riddles because she is terrified of what the magic will ask for in return. Did Audrey want the seal broken? Or did she design the curse to ensure the lycan line ended with - " "Adriel!" Mitchell's voice tears through the valley like a split timber. I jerk my head up. High above the meadow, April is leaping. She is a magnificent crescent of silver against the blue sky, her body fully extended as she clears the ridge. Then comes the sound. A sharp, rhythmic twang of heavy hickory bows releasing from the thicket. Three black shafts cut through the sunlight. They move too fast for human eyes, whistling with a sickening, high-pitched hiss.

Let's run. And we do. END OF BOOK FOUR: HER WICKED HEART

And for the first time in my life, I realized that I was… Whole. “Our mates are here,” a feminine voice, both young and ageless all at once, whispered in my mind. It reverberated through my skull like a bell, and yet it soothed me unlike anything before. “There are four total, but three are here tonight…” Before I could react, three familiar voices rang out all at once. “Mate!”

Even Luna chuckled softly, and the atmosphere grew light and cheerful—until it didn’t. The room fell silent when an elderly woman in a white hood entered, holding a wooden staff carved with light symbols. Everyone stood in respect. The seer—looked right at me. Or maybe through me. Her eyes were cloudy, ancient, and knowing. “I see four lights surrounding you, daughter of Mystic Guardian,” she said slowly. “Four bonds. Four destinies.” The room froze. “Four… mates?” Luna whispered. My breath caught. Zion stared at me, stunned, while trying to process what he’d just heard.

Jordan gasped. "I don't want to hear his name coming from your mouth," I scoff and grit my teeth, squeezing her neck. "Care? What an odd thing to say coming from that filthy mouth of an Order. You people make me sick thinking you cared. You are following some fake prophet, and for what? Salvation? Eva is nothing but a witch in disguise. She doesn't care about you. All she wants is power. "P...please..." April wheezes as she begs for her life.

As we made plans for our little adventure, I caught Darius watching me with something that might have been admiration. Later that afternoon, we were walking through the forest trails when Jadis tried again. “It must be amazing,” she said as we paused by a stream, “growing up with four boys who adore you.” “It has its perks,” I said carefully. “I bet they were so protective when you were younger. Like having four big brothers looking out for you.” There it was. She was fishing again, trying to figure out exactly what my relationship with them was. “Something like that,” I said noncommittally.

After I finished my shower, I went to Oren's room. "Oren! Please bring your sister! We need to talk! We will wait for you in our room!" I said to my son. After 20 minutes, they were in my room. "It's everything alright, father?" Evolet asked. "Evolet, Oren, please, take a seat! Today I will tell you a story." "We are not kids anymore, father!" "Oren, sit down and keep your mouth shut!" Erin said. "As we all know, there was a time of peace and prosperity between the Kingdoms. Four Kingdoms like one, celebrating and mourning together. The Four Seasons Market was the proof of this. But then, in one night, everything changed." I said, taking a deep breath.

Leo whispered, his voice a ghost in the dark. "I'm here," I murmured, my hand still pressed to his back, feeling the tremor in his small frame. Leo looked at his hands, then at the mangled paper wolf on the floor mats. "It said four pieces were never meant to seal..." Leo murmured, repeating the whisper from the shadow. His brow furrowed with a terrifying, ancient wisdom that made my chest tighten. "Mommy, if they aren't for sealing... what are they for?" Four pieces. Whatever that means, it's coming for us. And we're driving straight into it.

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat

And as far as Catherine could remember, according to Irish tradition, those who found a four-leaf growth were destined for good luck, as each petal in the clover symbolizes good omens for faith, hope, love, and luck for the finder. A perfect sphere of clique dew crowned the leaf, reflecting a picture of Catherine's face: grated and peaceful, yet the sadness was recognizable. When she flipped back the coin, the form of the mysterious man had freed himself and journeyed over to the cloverleaf, stirring the growth of a powerful root and even blurring the edges. She couldn't tell up from down. Her vision was blurry. And she felt dizzy. Her heart was beating faster and she was not sure if she was