Wool Hugh Howey Audiobook Novels & Stories

Did he say mates? Did you say mates? I did. Listen. Don't freak, but I'm going to move up beside you. And I won't look like me. A ribbon of thrill snaked through her. Everything she'd read so far in the book came rushing back to her on a tidal wave of excitement. She sat perfectly still, watching from the corner of her eye as a large animal moved softly into her peripheral range. She turned her head slightly and her eyes widened. A huge black-pelted animal moved casually until it was on the porch right next to her. About the size of a Great Pyrenees dog, it could have been one of the drawings in the book come to life.

"Something I sensed. Something I felt. Something I heard. From the peaceful nothings. From those who rest. From those who chose cessation. I heard something. About you. About Hope. About what you were before you became Hope. I heard something. And I think you need to know. I think you need to understand. I think you need to hear what they told me." Ember tensed. Uncertain. Afraid. What had Echo heard? What had the peaceful nothings revealed? What truth was about to emerge? "Tell me," Ember said. Voice steady despite fear. Despite uncertainty. Despite dread. "Tell me what you heard. What you learned. What they revealed. Tell me." Echo took a deep breath. Gathered courage. Spoke truth.

I glanced at the sky above me. The combination of white and blue clouds was now matched with yellow to red hues, the sun falling down the east where green, high mountains are peacefully resting. The incoherent wheezing of birds on the branches of the trees didn't make my ears hurt but rather hear a lullaby. Dried, fallen leaves from the trees sounded as it crashes against my shoes, making me dart my eyes at the road. "Mommy! Daddy! Look at what I found!" A small, happy voice from a cute little boy not far from me is waving his hands. He was holding a watch, smiling from ear-to-ear, and running towards a chubby man with a round stomach.

I whispered, trying to stop my voice from breaking. Silvermoon wasn’t too far from the lunar pack. They were a powerful pack, the largest in the country. As we entered the territory of Silvermoon, I knew I couldn’t run away here forever and that eventually I would have to go back but I didn’t know how my wolf would handle either option. I could hear my wolf whimpering in the back of my head crying over the heart break and burying herself away to try and hide from the pain we were experiencing. I could feel her getting weak and fragile. She was slowly disappearing and I was worried that I would lose her for good.

I'd just thrown the last one down when a sharp pain struck my chest, and I collapsed, wheezing multiple times before letting darkness embrace me. Audrey POV: I'd been wandering through the woods, savoring the feeling I was never able to enjoy when I heard groaning. Initially afraid, I couldn't move, but I soon overcame my fright and crept to the scene, then peeked into the clearing where the voice had come from. A huge wolf with dark fur lay there, unconscious, but I could still hear its labored breaths. Dear Luna. I raced to the animal, looking it over to check for any injury. My heart jumped into my throat when I saw the silver bullet buried close to its shoulder.

Willow loved it because it was a small table and chairs tucked into its own corner, surrounded by high backed walls on both sides. She had felt bad for lying to her grandmother earlier. She wasn't here to get a new book but rather read the one Loriann had given her. The leather diary had been burning a hole in her bag for days now. Gently, she placed the book on the table in front of her and stared at it, as if it would burst into flames at the first touch. Opening the cover, she began to read, devouring the history of the Red Hoods and one Weyland Brochade in particular.

He continued toward the bus, climbing the stairs, leaving Ellie to stare after him in surprise. Ellie climbed back on the bus, avoiding Jake's gaze and finding her seat in the last row. She pulled out her chips, opened the bag, and put her headphones back in. Her mood hadn't improved much so she found a new classic audiobook. Ah, yes, there it was, Dickens always had a dreary narrative to fit her mood, a perfect fit following her upsetting realization that she would quite literally never escape the world of wolves. She turned the book on and stared out the window:

As soon as Atlas closed the truck door and the latch clicked firmly in place, sealing us inside the covered cargo bay, the deafening roar of the blizzard muted slightly. We all stood in absolute shock, staring at one another in the dim, amber light of the truck bay. Vanya was the first to break the heavy silence, her eyes wide with total disbelief. "Was that Professor Hawthorn?" Atlas nodded his head grimly, wiping a mixture of sweat and melting snow from his forehead. Kenny shook his head, holding onto a side railing as the truck lurched. "But Darreth's infected wolf killed them all. How is he still alive?"

The dawn broke cold and sharp, with a frost that glittered on the edges of pine needles like tiny diamonds. I stood on the ridge overlooking Ashfang’s camp, the air still and heavy as if the forest itself was holding its breath. Below, the pack stirred slowly—wolves stretching, noses twitching, voices muted by the weight of what had come before.

Hale was flung backward with a tortured scream, his body slamming into the ground hard enough to crack stone. I staggered, my eyes bulging out of their sockets as the blinding light twisted and shaped itself, rising higher, brighter, until the massive face of a giant white wolf emerged from the glow. Its fur shimmered like moonlight on snow, its lilac eyes burning with power older than kingdoms. That ethereal wolf opened its jaws and roared, shaking the ground beneath my feet. I stood there frozen like everyone else, witnessing nature's miracle as that wolf growled once more, the sound low, possessive, and protective.