Watership Down Free Audiobook Novels & Stories

Fernández moved as quickly as he could to catch up and was so focused on the pumping of his legs that he nearly slammed into the Golem when the bigger man stopped dead in his tracks. “Holy Mary, Mother of God,” said the Golem. Fernández poked his head out from behind Charley. On the unnamed waterway of the Mississippi that ran behind the U-Store-It! complex sat a dilapidated, burnt husk of a paddle wheeler. Through the soot, they could make out one word on the side of the ship. Sultana. The Civil War ghouls boarded the vessel via a series of wooden planks, and a large man, naked from the waist up, waved a mock greeting at the ex-Rangers.

I braced myself for the other mercenaries to draw their weapons, shout in confusion, or look down at the floorboards to find the source of the sound. But nobody moved. The scarred wolves a few steps away just kept talking to themselves, shivering in their wet blankets. The snoring of the big wolf near the water barrel didn't even skip a beat. The heavy, tense atmosphere of the lower deck remained completely quiet. A chilling truth settled into my stomach, making me shudder: I was the only one who had heard it. The voice belonged entirely to the connection, rising up from the river itself. Before I could think, the voice shifted. The loud clarity vanished, turning into a low, very weak whispe

Hearing it play back, Sarah stood frozen to the spot, her entire body trembling. I raised an eyebrow, asking, “Does that sound familiar? When I heard it for the first time, it made me sick to my stomach. If you hadn’t shown up to corner me today, I would have completely forgotten about this.” Before the audio could finish playing, my finger tapped the screen, deleting the file permanently. “There. Now, if you don’t mind, may I leave?”

I asked. He tried to spit, but blood filled his mouth. “You can’t stop it,” he rasped. “He’s already inside.” I twisted the knife from his belt and drove it between his ribs. “Then I’ll cut him out.” When he fell, I heard Niko shouting orders, men shouting back. It was over in minutes. Rain hit my face as I stepped toward the edge of the dock, breathing hard. The fog thinned just enough for me to see headlights across the river—two trucks disappearing into the dark.

While my mind wonder about food, I suddenly heard a pitter-patter on the roof. "???" The small pitter-patter suddenly turned loud. Is it...raining? Suddenly, instead of losing more hope, I was so glad. There's water! So there's hope! The heavy pour of rain did not stop for the whole day. The water started to come inside the warehouse making my bottom wet. I- the man- leaned down to drink water even though it was dirty. I closed my eyes to not see that- that was really gross. Even the taste- ewwww.

I tossed the sheets in a ditch as the rain poured down. I knew the rain would wash the mud into the ditch to cover my tracks. I walked back to the truck and got inside as the rain poured down harder. I drove down the road with the windows rolled down as the breeze rolled in and the night air was alive with music of the creatures. I was getting a bit tired after a bit of traveling and much to my delight I saw a house in the distance with lights on. I pulled in and walked up onto the porch and knocked. After a while a woman answered the door and beckoned me in from the cold rain and offered me fresh clothes and a shower. I took them gladly and began washing the mud off of me. I slipped into th

The landscape was alien and foreboding, a surreal amalgamation of shifting shadows and fragmented structures that seemed perpetually on the verge of collapse. The air was thick with an unsettling stillness, broken only by the occasional whisper of forgotten memories. Each whisper was like a ghostly touch against her skin, a fleeting sensation that left her shivering. The whispers were disjointed, fragments of conversations, cries, and laughter that seemed to echo from the very walls of Nyxterra. They whispered her name in haunting, fragmented tones, urging her deeper into the darkness.

“Go get some food and plenty of liquids.” “Okay, bossy,” he teases. “I’ll eat fast.” It’s now I notice he has on a t-shirt and swim trunks. He’s almost ready to go as he descends the stairs. I grab my cell phone from the bookshelves before I follow. I settle into a comfy chair in the living room, open my iPhone, tap my Kindle App, and continue reading my current book. On my flight back to Chicago a few weeks ago, I downloaded a book by Kristen Ashley. I immediately fell in love with her writing. I’m now on the fifth book in her series.