Wretched Of The Earth Audiobook Novels & Stories

Jessica stands at the centre of the cemetery holding a dirty scroll and bottle she got from Abaddon She uncork the bottle and let’s out a drop of blood that is in the bottle and starts chanting the words written on the scroll “O you souls, greatly majestic, behold I have come that I may see you; I open the Netherworld that I may give you another chance at life. Loom the earth once more and take whatever you fancy” Within a minute after she’s done with the chant, mist covers the cemetery and an earthquake that rocks only the cemetery ensues. Multiple hands of the dead people reach out from under the earth trying to crawl out and Jessica stands with her arms wide apart laughing hysterically

Biel said. The book fell into my hands, and I couldn't help but open its pages. Its contents were written in an ancient tongue, surely the language the god spoke during the curse of the wasteland. Repeat after me: 'May everything return to its course, and may the sins of the wasteland be wiped away from all evil,' said my she-wolf Becca. “May everything return to its course, and may the sins of the wasteland be wiped away from all evil,” I said in a clear and loud voice.

“It’s clarity. Clarity can break a man just as easily as lies.” We reached the outer ring of the pedestal. The ground didn’t descend. It split—outward. Cracks spiraled from its center, jagged and glowing faintly crimson. The world around us warped. Like we’d stepped into a wound in reality and torn it wider by breathing. From the cracks came things. Things no longer born of nature—twisted beasts with too many mouths and no eyes. Wolves that walked upright, limbs cracking in unnatural angles. They didn’t howl. They screamed—using voices they’d stolen. Voices that sounded like our own.

The earth cracked beneath my feet. Not just a tremor or a shake but a deep, violent splitting that roared like the end of the world. I stumbled back as the sky bled shadows, and something ancient began to rise from the shattered crust of the Forgotten Realm. At first, it was only a whisper. Then came the screaming.

Her hesitance now felt like a betrayal of her instincts, and she couldn’t shake the regret that perhaps she had miscalculated the significance of this moment. As the storm escalated, an eerie rumbling began to emanate from beneath the earth, growing in intensity with each passing second. The ground trembled violently, as though some ancient force sought to tear through the confines of its subterranean prison. Walls quaked and debris cascaded from their perches, plunging the area into a chaotic darkness. The air was thick with an unnatural stillness, broken only by the roar of shifting earth and the sound of Dryzza’s frantic breathing.

clenching mine so tightly his knuckles were turning white. Zach and Lance both took a few steps back as he continued to rise out of the Earth, his massive body squeezing through the opening in the ground. There was no mistaking the God of destruction for anything else other than what he was. His huge body was made up of rotting flesh, layers of skin peeling off him in various states of decay. In some places you could see muscle and in other areas bone. His face was the worst of it all, it looked like it was melting off, the muscles of his jaw visible and his orbital bone under one eye a stark white in contrast. I could see the veins and nerves securing his eye to its spot and shuddered. His

Victor was right beside it. The scarred wolf smiled. "You ran far, little mother. But it ends here." Damien pushed me back. "Run, Elara!" But before I could move, the ground beneath us started cracking. The Forbidden Valley was waking up. And something even worse than the scarred wolf was rising from the earth below us. The ground beneath our paws cracked and shifted like it was alive. I stumbled, barely keeping my balance as the earth groaned and split open. Damien pressed against my side, trying to steady me even though he was barely standing himself.

“Can everyone stop being dramatic? We survived. Again.” She tried to sound tough, but her hands were lowkey shaking. Honestly? Same, girl. Same. I finally turned around. The sealed place… yeah, it wasn’t sealed anymore. The ground had cracked long before we got here, but now it looked fully awake. Like: Oh, hey guys, been napping for centuries, what’s up? Then the earth rumbled. Not a shaky earthquake rumble. No. More like the earth did a long stretch after sleeping too long.

The red lights flickered once and then died, leaving me in the gray twilight of the morning. ​In the distance, I heard a roar. It was not the roar of a machine or the roar of a wolf. It was something wet, something heavy, and something very, very hungry. It was the sound of the earth opening its mouth. ​I looked at my bandaged hands. They were shaking. I needed to find Silas. We had fixed the sky, but it seemed the earth was about to demand its pound of flesh, and we were the only ones left to pay the debt.

Elara The earth doesn’t just crack. It splits open like a scream, tearing the marble into ribbons beneath our feet. The sound is a jagged crescendo, stone shrieking against stone, drowning the sky in dust and shadow. Heat sears up from the wound in the world—heat and darkness, writhing together like lovers locked in blood. “Move!” Seris’ voice cuts through the roar, sharp as steel. It’s the only anchor I have before the ground drops out entirely.