Untamed Audiobook Novels & Stories

" Zane took a step forward, dropping his arms to his sides. "Our territory is holding just fine!” His fingers curled into fists. “We don't buy power from corrupt judges. We work for every inch. If Evren Stormvale thinks he can walk into the East Coast and order us around like his personal mercenaries, he’s going to find out how hard Shadow Moon bites back."

I smiled. "The title's Golden, it's from the animated movie about three girls who slay demons with their songs." He replied excitedly. "Of course." I laughed. With gods and relics being real, I wouldn't be surprised if the three girls and demons actually existed as well. "I have a playlist on Spotify with all my favourite songs in it, I could share it with you if you want." He offered shyly. "I would love that." I replied with a smile. His smile grew broader as he returned to finish up his cooking while I continued standing by the doorway.

He cleared his throat, muttered a few words, then froze when the flames jumped higher. “Keep going,” Liam said, his tone sharp. The priest hesitated. “Alpha…” Alpha. That name made me look up. Liam, the oldest of the three brothers. Ronan, the middle one. Cade, the youngest. “Do it,” Liam ordered. The old man flinched and began reading again, faster this time. His voice trembled. I didn’t understand the language, but each word seemed to press down on the room, heavy and strange. Then my wrist began to sting.

Her anger for him seemed to reach the sky’s limit because even his very own breathing irritated her. They just arrived at Meridianam and they already had too much to do. Leath was still listening to Hayden because he was talking about their itinerary. Piper usually does these things for her but she was in a different class and they had different schedules so she had to take notes, Avery and Aric were busy taking pictures like they haven't been to Meridianam before and she had doubts they're even listening.

After much deliberation, I finally dialed my brother, Fred Byrd's, number. Truth be told, I had a home, five years ago—a loving set of parents and a gentle elder brother. I hadn't contacted Fred in a long time, and the phone rang for ages before someone picked up. His voice was laced with irritation. "What do you want?" I paused, feeling an unexpected wave of vulnerability. "Fred, I want to come home." After what felt like an eternity, Fred replied, "We can talk about it when you get back."

The last color of our rainbows, the missing piece of our songs, the one who'll complete our untold stories. This is not just the right time... "Mr. Timothy Kim, what can you say about this issue that you're drinking alcohol that night?" the conference hall went silent and they just waited Timothy's answer, like they're craving for it. "No, I'm not. Those are just rumors. I went to that convenience store to buy some of my favorite drinks. I just want to make it clear everything. Not all you see is the truth, and not all the words you hear about me, about the Metamorphosis are real. To all our fans out there... please, believe in us." He said in front of the media and reporters.

Perhaps it was for the best. Actually, it was good that they weren't here, as it saved me a lot of trouble. In the last few days I had left, I could quietly erase every trace of myself from this house. 12 days before leaving the country, I burned the little notebook where I had recorded my family's preferences and tastes to ashes. From now on, I would never have to study them so carefully again. Seven days before leaving, I permanently deleted the dozens of gigabytes of rare music resources I had collected for William from my computer.

I replied softly. He returned swiftly with a bandage and a tube of ointment. Kneeling before me, he examined my feet. “Which one is it?” “The left,” I answered, utterly bewildered by this turn of events. His fingers gently probed my swollen ankle, and I inhaled sharply, wincing at the tenderness. As he worked with a surprising diligence, applying the ointment with careful strokes, I found myself studying him. His black, wavy hair was cut short, its silken texture catching the light. His lashes were unfairly long and thick. I watched, mesmerized, as he unconsciously ran his tongue over his lower lip in concentration.

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.

I say, my voice comes out flat and empty, exactly how I need it to sound, exactly how I've trained it to be for the last three years. The man beneath me whimpers, his fingers claw at the frozen ground of the Borderlands, dirt and ice jamming under his nails. "Please, I have a family, I have…." I press the blade deeper, just a fraction, just enough to stop the begging. I don't want to hear about his family or his reasons or whatever excuse he thinks will save him, they never do. "Do it," Kael says. his voice drops lower, intimate in a way that makes my skin crawl….