Wretched Of The Earth Audiobook Novels & Stories

The beautiful, flawless symbol of global peace had been reduced to jagged, ruined shrapnel. "But Jace," Elara whispered, looking at the glowing red cracks that were beginning to form in the deep cobblestones of the crater, radiating heat from the earth below. "If the earth is fighting the iron... what are we going to fight the earth with?" I closed my eyes as consciousness finally slipped away. I didn't have an answer. The world wasn't broken by a human emperor or a wolf Alpha. It was broken by the dirt. And you cannot negotiate with the bedrock.

had even begun. ​"The Directorate told them that Earth was always a wasteland," Elena whispered, her bronze eyes softening. "They told them that the only thing that mattered was the 'Subscription-Grade' survival. They erased the music, Sophia. They erased the poetry." ​"Because a person who remembers beauty is a person who is hard to manage," Sophia replied, leaning against a pillar of obsidian-bark. "But now, the 'Audit' is open to everyone. We’ve had three thousand downloads of the 'Old-World-Literature' database in the last hour alone. The Ash-Born are learning how to be Human again."

"May the moon guard—may the—moon—Krishna, have mercy on us—" The moonstone cracked. Then shattered. The charm Krishna had cast so many years before to shield Yureth was gone. Unbound. Black ichor bubbled up from the darkest places in the ground, cracking the earth like corrupted veins. It moved up walls, wrapped around doorways, dragging entire houses down into the darkness with a low, hungry groan. The earth itself howled, living and furious. "IT'S MOVING—THE GODDAMNED GROUND IS MOVING!" a farmer screamed before the street collapsed under him and engulfed him.

The air itself seemed to whisper with forgotten words, old and malevolent, like the earth itself was speaking to them in a language that none of them could understand. Beneath their feet, the ground was no longer solid. The once-familiar dirt had turned to something viscous, black and sticky, like tar. It seemed alive, pulsing beneath their steps, eager to drag them deeper into the earth. The roots of the trees had twisted and expanded, creeping like serpents from the soil, stretching and reaching toward the sky, wrapping around anything they could find. The trees, once towering and proud, now seemed bent and withered, their bark blackened and scorched as though touched by fire.

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She slowly dug her hands into the ground and called forth Earth. Leah felt the earth begin to tremble as soon as her hands were buried beneath the top layer. She knew that Earth was their only hope of protection and needed to act fast. The rogues were far too close for comfort and they were closing in on them. She closed her eyes and began to chant. Element of Earth, I call to thee Come forth with power and hear my plee Strangers surround us, far from home Make them suffer, break each bone

My wolf reared with an ear splitting howl of equal parts reviled rage and bloodcurdling revulsion. The very earth itself seemed to have been seared. Scoured into smoldering drifts of carbonized soil that undulated with the consistency of brackish oil slicks across expanses of fire blasted land. The surrounding debris only compounded the visceral sense of profane abuse clawing through my psyche in sickening waves. Everywhere the molten landscape flowed, blackened cracks of serrated bark jutted skyward like calcified arteries bursting forth from the scorched nightmare.

Not just in me. This time, everybody else heard them. Soraya stiffened. “That’s not normal.” Jameson swallowed. “Nope. Nope. Definitely not normal.” Maxwell grabbed my wrist. “Lena?” I squeezed my eyes shut. The voices weren’t words. Not exactly. They were echoes — bits of something ancient and buried struggling to break free. And then— The Earth shook under our feet. The ruins weren’t buried. They were rising.

she whispered, her voice barely a breath. She tried to crawl toward him, but the ground beneath her suddenly felt soft. Not moss-soft, but liquid. She looked down and saw the obsidian roots of the World-Tree beginning to dissolve. The corruption she had used to save Micah was now eating the very foundation of the Under-Whisper.

I beheld my surroundings as I walked, i marveled at the strength of power, wielded by the chubby little one, the might of Orisha Oko the earth god himself, she had pulled up the entire building from its hidden solitude under the earth, I laughed as I imagined the look of surprise on the faces of the mortals up above as they saw a building rise from the earth unto their midst. At last, I was left alone, the warriors having fled as common sense seemed to have prevailed and I waded on amidst the mortals as they scurried about like ownerless fowls, their annoying wails had my teeth gritting so hard I wanted to stamp them flat unter my foot but the call of the sun drew me on and I did not want to