Wretched Of The Earth Audiobook Novels & Stories

Tiger and Chance were hidden in the wardrobe by their father, and from the thin space in the middle, they had watched how the organs of their mother was harvested, the cruellest scene ever. "Spare me please!!!!!" The screams of his mum when her stomach was about to be split open penetrated into his ears, and his bones hardened more as his body shook with vengeance. He'd kill Godzilla with his bare hands, no one will have that privilege, and if becoming an underboss here will make that happen, he's more than ready. He finally opened his eyes, then he took the weed away from his lips. He blew out all the accumulated smokes at once, and Jezebel came in.

The death of my child. The Moon Goddess had listened to my final prayer. Second chance. A powerful surge rolled through me. My wolf awakened fully for the first time in this body , no longer the weak, submissive creature Kael had discarded. This wolf was strong, feral and seductive. Power thrummed in my veins, making my skin tingle and my senses sharpen dramatically. I could hear distant city sounds from the streets below. Smell the faint traces of expensive perfume and lingering magic in the apartment. Feel the seductive aura pulsing outward like a living weapon.

Then it grew. Cracks split through the earth, spreading like veins beneath the surface. The air thickened, heavy with something ancient, something wrong. Light seeped through the cracks in the earth. Burning. Blinding. And then— It tore open. A hand burst through the soil. Clawed. Burning with a light too bright to be natural. Slowly, deliberately, a figure pulled itself from the ground, rising with unnatural stillness, dirt falling from its form as though the earth itself rejected it.

The ground beneath us glowed softly, a calm pulse like breathing after pain. Rhea stumbled out of the smoke, her face pale. “What… what did he do?” I looked down at the boy in Lena’s arms. He was asleep again, peaceful, unaware. “He connected,” I whispered. “The network listened to him.” Kira exhaled shakily. “Then what the hell did he connect to?” The earth answered before I could. A low vibration rolled through the plains. The cracks in the soil widened, revealing light beneath—an endless grid stretching to the horizon. And within that light, shadows moved.

“Earth is stubborn. It will not bend to haste or anger. You must become unyielding, grounded, patient.” Kimberly placed her hand on the rocky ground. It was cold, hard, lifeless—or so she thought. Then, faint vibrations tickled her fingers, like a heartbeat hidden deep below. She closed her eyes and pressed harder. Suddenly, the earth rumbled. Pebbles scattered, cracks snaked across the plateau. Kimberly gasped, pulling away, but Elara’s firm hand pressed her back down. “Do not run from its strength. Embrace it.”

“What now?” The cracks that had split the earth during Liora’s outburst began to glow again, not white, but black. A void-light, cold and endless, bleeding upward like ink. The ruin trembled as the cracks widened, gaping open into a chasm that seemed to have no bottom. Adrien instinctively pulled Sera back as the ground split wider, stone collapsing into the abyss. From the depths, a sound rose, a whisper, carried on a thousand voices. The same voices that had poured from Liora’s throat.

"Let's give these bastards a proper Earth welcome." (End of Chapter 142)

A man stumbled in front of me, adjusting his aim— I lunged. Then the world broke. The ground beneath us shuddered. Not a tremor. A pulse. Like something vast had turned over in its sleep. Everyone froze. The ground shook again, this time even harder. A loud crack split the stone, and the graves burst open with a sickening, gurgling sound, like a wet, choking gasp. “What—” someone started. The answer came screaming out of the earth. A coffin lid exploded upward, wood splintering through mud and rain. Rotting fingers clawed into the open air, dragging something half-formed after them.

Please help me, I'm begging you! I looked down, taking in his disheveled, undignified mess, and felt a surge of different emotions inside my chest. I felt some disgust, some irony, and even some pity for him. He had been so full of ambition when he first stepped into the workforce at the company. But now, he'd ended up like this. "You never should have done all those things in the first place. You knew that you'd have ended up like this," I said, trying to free my leg but failing.

Cassian became a vague shape ahead of her. Then a sound came from the mist below. It was a skittering, clicking, and scraping sound. Many small, hard things were moving fast over the rock. Elidra looked down against all wisdom. The mist parted for a moment. The corruption was no longer just seeping. It was taking shape. From the blackness at the base of the cliff, humanoid shapes made of dirt, stone, and dead roots pulled themselves free. They moved with a jerky speed. Their eyes were pinpricks of sick green light. Silas’s will had given form to the earth itself.