The Jungle Audiobook Novels & Stories

She doesn't even look up when I speak out loud to the tree. What ails you? I sigh, and hold the book in front of me, opening it and turning the pages. "When Mann, as we've branded them, was first encountered by Sanju, tidings were well." You can read the old tongue. I nod, and continue. The pages are laid out like a journal, starting on the second page.

on. His eyes were a rich green in the moonlight as he muttered fiercely, "You'll see." As his eyes met mine, the world appeared to stop briefly—a private moment amidst the raging storm. The brittle enchantment between us was broken when the shouts became louder. Jeffery tightened his hold on my hand, and we moved ahead again. The jungle appeared to go on forever, a pitch-black labyrinth set up to catch us. However, Jeffery moved with assurance, guided by memory or instinct, and led me through the darkness without incident.

Dorothy’s mouth opened in awe but said nothing. "Are you serious? What is it all about?" “An unhappy spirit. I encountered when I tried to seek help to locate the soldiers.” “Do share more,” She softly demanded. “There is a lady spirit there who has deep grievances.” “Lady? Someone is hiding in that jungle?” I nodded. Dorothy chuckled lightly. “I am a Christian, Dr. Anthony Jin. A believer in God. I do not believe in ghosts.” I looked out to the sea and exhaled.

Chapter 8 Spencer The fucking jungle was all around me, and I couldn’t make head or tails of any of it. I could see an occasional broken branch where someone had crashed through, but that was the extent of my tracking ability. It certainly wasn’t easy, and the spongy floor covered with dying and dead vegetation did a surprisingly poor job of maintaining shoe prints. It was frustrating and maddening as hell, but at least I wasn’t bored.

"But we should be way over there." Mario didn't respond. He washed his face at the bank of the river. A loud bird call interrupted the silence between them. "Is it even safe for us to even be here?" Brown said as he looked around the thick cluster of trees the sounds came from. "I think we should turn around, find another way…" "Is it safe anywhere in the jungle?" Mario said. He was getting pissed. Even Brown could tell. "It was just a scare. Nothing happened." Mario spoke English with a very thick accent, so Brown had to listen carefully, or he would hear nothing at all.

He threw his head up towards the sky and let out a bellow, the sound echoing through the jungle. When he quieted, his chest was heaving. Suddenly, he heard a hoarse cry, a yelp, as if someone was being beaten. He whipped his head around and narrowed his eyes to see where the sound was coming from. Metal clanked faintly and more yelps emanated from the east side. He looked over towards the jungle in the east. The sun was still rising up, and it was harsh.

The sounds of the wild were loud—deep, heavy croaks of frogs, the sharp screech of unseen birds, and possibly the low, terrifying rustle of large animals moving through the thick leaves. "There are wild animals out there, Jason," Kess whispered,. "And the gentle ones are just as dangerous if we don't know which ones are poisonous. We don't know what fruits are safe to eat. We don't know how to find clean water without getting a parasite that will kill us in twenty-four hours. The worst-case scenarios are endless out there. The jungle will swallow us alive." A heavy, suffocating weight settled over my chest. She was right. The logic was brutal, but it was flawless. We were completely helpless

The old man had said that the jungle was dark, dangerous and difficult. I hoped that we wouldn't have to stay there for too long. I wanted to be back on time to join the rest of the group and go home. The jungle wasn't going to be dark for us like it had been for the old man. We were werewolves and had supernatural sight and hearing. We were stronger than he was and the creatures in the jungle that had given him the trauma and scars he had wouldn't affect us. I was wrong. I couldn't have been more wrong. I sighed as I realized my arrogance minutes after stepping into the jungle and was grateful I listened to Ella when she had insisted on us bringing some torches with us even if we didn't nee

Chapter 47: The Ambush The air was tense, and Isabella felt as though she might not breathe again. Disturbing shadows were cast on her parents, Xander, and Abiola by the armed men who surrounded the SUV, their flashlights flickering through the brush. There were many sounds in the jungle, such as crickets chirping and leaves rustling, but Isabella could only hear her own heartbeat. "Isabella, we must move," Xander demanded, holding her hand firmly while he looked into her eyes to make sure she was ready. "They won't wait indefinitely."