The Hawthorne Legacy 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.

Soloman states, moving his plate back he lifts the briefcase onto the table and opens it in front of us – handing over a very old and fragile looking book to Gerald. “This is the Hawthorne family archive – it’s never left our territory before and I will have to take it back with me when we leave – but contained in this book is everything you need to know about your ability. What it is, how to learn how to use it and how to learn to keep it protected.” Gerald stands and walks around the table to me, Sandy jumps up and removes everything out of the way, pulling out two fresh napkins and laying them down as added protection on the table in front of me so that the book can be placed on them. Zal

Leo asked. "We’re the 'Analog' dawn, Leo," Ethan said, raising a glass of cider. "We’re the ghosts who stayed behind to make sure the lights never come back on." The "System-Purge" was complete. The "Audit" was closed. The Hawke family lived on, not as a "Legacy" of power, but as a "Sabotage" of the soul—a reminder that in a world of "Data-Points," the only thing that truly counts is the "Human Error" of love.

Inside lay a gold signet ring engraved with an intricate hawk surrounded by a circle of ivy. The same symbol I had seen on the black business card. "The Hawthorne Foundation," I murmured. Her expression darkened. "It wasn't always what it is today." "What do you mean?" "It began as a family trust." She closed my fingers around the ring. "Then greed turned it into something else." Another distant blast shook dust from the ceiling. "We have to keep moving," Evelyn said. She lifted the lantern and continued deeper into the tunnel. I hurried after her. "Where are we going?"

Cassian took an involuntary step backward. Even Seraphina's face turned pale. Because everyone understood. Elyra's father hadn't told them to destroy the Legacy. He had begged them not to. Then a deep, ancient laugh echoed from beneath the city. The Legacy. Awake. Listening. Waiting. Its voice rolled through the chamber like distant thunder. "Now..." "Will you finally ask the right question?" The crimson light surged upward. The chamber doors slammed shut behind them. And the Heart of the Legacy split with another deafening crack.

From now on, we will never meet again. Theodore blacked out momentarily. After regaining his senses, he took out his cell phone shakily and called me. "Izzy, stop messing around. Come on. Pick up the phone," he mumbled. To his dismay, the only response he got was an emotionless, mechanical electronic voice. He tried again, but no matter how much he called, he was still met with the same response. Theodore finally panicked. At once, he turned around and rushed out. …

KAYLA POV At the worksite, work was really progressing as freshly turned earth mixed with the air to create something workers can relate to. The industrial machines and machineries noise filled the atmosphere and this was supposed to be a sign of a final chapter. But as I stood besides Lucas looking at the excavator claws, the screaming voice of Hunter stills echoes in my head as a terrible headache that refuses to leave. *"Ask him about the Project Legacy files, the one Arthur didn't have. Where is it?"*

Just reached over, brushing a wet strand of hair behind her ear. “They took it,” he said finally. Quiet. Devastated. Savannah closed her eyes. “Weren’t we supposed to hold truth in our hands?” Outside, the world blurred into smears of gold and black. Streetlamps became ghosts on the windshield. Her voice trembled now, stripped bare: “Legacy… legacy isn’t serum or names. It’s memory. That’s all we ever had.” Lightning clawed the skyline, revealing scars and scaffolds. Thunder stitched the world together for one aching breath.

The next day, the first-year students had to assemble in the school hall and wait for instructions about what they could and couldn't do when they left the school grounds. The headmaster stepped onto the stage, and the entire hall fell silent, you could hear a pin drop. He cleared his throat and looked around the hall with a serious expression. "Welcome, first-year students!" Headmaster Hawthorne's strong voice cut through the soft chatter, capturing everyone's attention right away. Gabrielle instinctively sat up straighter, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she focused on the podium at the front.

Too ancient. Just as my hope started to fade again, I heard it. The creak of the door. The door flew open with a violent crash, as if it had been forced by an unseen hand. My heart slammed into my chest, my breath catching in my throat. Was it her? Had the witch returned to finish what she started?