The Serpent's Shadow Audiobook Novels & Stories

Sylendra felt being trapped in someone's arms and the warmth of one's body when her body collided with something backwards, the mattress was what it felt like. "What kind of joke is this!" She shouted in protest. Feeling one's heavy weight on top of her she choked out with her deep voice with disgust, absolutely sounding angry. Trying her whole might to push the force back away from her she then heard the unknown person, growling deeply above her which kind of terrified her will. The person was a man plus his voice sounded quite familiar... way too familiar! "Who are you?" Sylendra questioned fearing her guess to be true but before the man could have answered her, the lights suddenly turned

He says. "I know." I say. "How much exercise have you been getting in while you've been here?" Ethan asked. "None. I actually miss it. And I think my body might be starting to feel it." I say. Things suddenly started getting dark and I thought storm clouds were coming over but Tyler grabbed me and pulled be behind him and I turned around to see that they were no storm clouds. The shadows were back. "Tesssssa." It hissed. "You've been training." The shadow witch said.

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

I wouldn’t validate what even the dead had rejected. “Never.” The pain tore through me like a forced shift under a full moon. Help me… please, I mind-linked desperately. No answer came. Then— “Let her go.” The voice cut through the chaos like ice. Silence slammed into the room. “Didn’t you hear the lady?” the stranger continued calmly. “You’re hurting her.” Nicholas laughed darkly. “Who dares tell me what to do with her?” The man stepped forward. His presence alone shifted the air. His scent was unfamiliar—dark, controlled, dangerous.

The Serpent River was black as spilled ink, reflecting neither the stars nor the burning pyre of the Vanguard Depot they left behind. Tristan sat huddled against the cold steel of the barge’s bulkhead. A coarse wool blanket was draped over his shoulders, but the chill he felt had nothing to do with the freezing water he had plunged into hours ago. The cold emanated from his very center, a hollow, aching pressure expanding against his ribs. *Hungry,* the Voice whispered. *So much wasted energy in the water. So much heat in the woman sitting next to you. A single touch. Just a taste.*

The serpent circled the world because the world had been small enough to fit inside its old story. Its eye opened off the coast. The pupil was a vertical ocean. "Well," Marcus said, looking at the roof display. "That is large." Aaliyah's laugh was broken. "Thank you, tactical team." Ben whispered, "Shipping insurance is dead." The serpent's voice arrived through tides, plumbing, human blood, and every glass of water in the city. WAS TOLD THERE WOULD BE A TABLE. Haley, still live because apparently apocalypse had become serialized content, whispered, "Did anyone invite the world snake to dinner?"

I knew which link was loose. I slipped through and took down the book I had found years ago: Prophetia Serpentis, bound in black scales that were not leather. The pages were brittle, ink faded to rust-brown. I read by the light of a single candle stub. …and the Serpent shall claim the maiden whose heart is pure, yet the heart that is pure is not the heart that is innocent. Beware the soul that has never been loved, for it burns colder than starlight and sharper than regret…

The true war was only now beginning to stir in the dark. Suddenly, the shadow lunged forward and everything went black. John’s breath hitched as the shadow’s presence filled the chamber like an oppressive storm. The coldness wasn’t just physical it gnawed at his resolve, whispering doubts in his mind. Sarah stepped forward, her voice steady despite the fear clawing at her throat. “Show yourself. What do you want from us?” The shadow’s glowing eyes flickered with amusement. “What I want? Balance. A restoration of what was lost before your petty rituals disrupted the natural order.”

Seren lifted her chin and spoke in a voice that wasn’t hers, older, deeper, broken in too many places. “The first shadow. The one born before bridges existed. The one who wants the world divided once more.” “No,” Ivy whispered. “Not again. Not after everything.” A rumble came from the lake, low and ancient. Seren shuddered. “He says… one must yield.” The words echoed like thunder. Lyra jerked as if struck. “No..no! Seren, don’t listen!” Seren’s hand shook violently in mine. “He says only one soul can walk out of this eclipse whole.”

she taunted, her voice a venomous echo bouncing off the arches, emotions twisted: rage at her defeat, fanatic joy in escape, slipping into a secret passage, the stone grinding as it sealed behind her. Soren raised his staff, the moonstone flaring bright, his voice rumbling like thunder through the chamber. "Moon's light, banish this shadow—return to the void!" The blue glow intensified, a beam shooting toward the shadow, the air crackling with energy, the runes on the walls dimming as the tendril recoiled, shrieking—a high, unearthly wail that vibrated the stone, blood on the floor bubbling before evaporating in steam. Emotions surged in Soren: triumph as the shadow dissolved, concern for Ve