Iron Druid Audiobook Novels & Stories

I squirted water from a bottle into his face and he gingerly opened his eyes and looked around in complete bewilderment. “Oliver Carnegie, you have hereby been charged with the distribution of illegal substances to humans and have been found guilty,” Felix said. “You’re not dragonkin,” Oliver spat at him. “But I am,” I said as I emerged from the shadows. “You’re a traitor to your own kind,” he said with disgust. “My name’s Ryder Grey and I’ll be your executioner today,” I said as his dragon separated from him and roared at me. “He just had to go there,” Felix said as he leaned back against the van.

“Lirael’s cries still echo deeply within these stones. We will no longer allow the cycle of violence to continue unbroken.” The hall instantly erupted into a chaos of wild murmurs and shouting. Draven’s face darkened with intense fury. In response to the spirit's words, the manor’s crystalline veins blazed with a brilliant, blinding gold light for a brief, dazzling moment before settling back into their uneasy, shifting balance.

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

Penny held up a small, leather-bound book, its pages filled with ancient runes and cryptic symbols. “This book holds the key, the potential cure for Draven’s curse. It’s an old, forgotten remedy, passed down through generations of healers, a secret whispered in the shadows of the forest.” The room buzzed with excitement and anticipation. They had found a glimmer of hope, a chance to save Draven, to bring him back from the brink of madness. A chance to bring back their beloved Alpha, their leader, their friend.

I explained. “Hmm, I see,” she mumbled while preparing two sandwiches. Bringing them to the kitchenette, she handed me one and then sat down next to me. “You're a druid wolf and will have a high sex drive. That is probably why Dante thinks poorly of you. Plus, I personally believe that Goddess Medeina was a full-blood druid,” she shook her head, then took a bite. Furrowing my brow, I screwed up my face and growled, “Then WHY is HE my mate?!

I immediately stopped crying and looked up. The traveling druid was in terrible condition. Half of his scalp was peeled off, hanging on the side of his ear. His whole face was full of bruises, bite marks, and claw scratches. I couldn't see his original face. His shoulders were dislocated. Both of his arms were dangling down like noodles. As soon as he saw Mana and Mata, he spat blood at them and said, "Lowbred reptile brains! I should have killed you both on that fucking island! How dare you betray us!"

The bond reacts so violently that pain tears through her chest. Draven snarls instantly. The sound rips through the cliffs with terrifying force. Caedryn’s massive head tilts slightly. Recognition flashes across his ruined face. “…there you are…” The voice enters her head more than her ears. Old. Broken. Starving. Draven steps fully in front of her. Every instinct inside him sharpens at once. Mine. The pulse slams through the bond before he can stop it. Caedryn freezes. Then slowly smiles.

"Making them the softest lycan... and also the most heartless if triggered wrong." The room fell silent, the weight of his words settling over us. I stared at him, my mind racing. "That's not possible." "It is," Draven said firmly. He stood abruptly, striding toward the adjoining room. Elara looked at me, her expression filled with confusion and fear. "What's he talking about?" "I don't know," I admitted, though the pieces were starting to fall into place in my mind. Draven returned moments later, carrying a massive, leather-bound book. The cover was worn, the pages yellowed with age.

DRACO. I cupped Iris’ cheeks and tilted her head so she would meet my eyes. “My little bird, all you have to do is walk into my life, and slowly everything in me finds its perfect place. Before you, I was just an empty piece of a shell, hollow inside. But since I met you, my empty spaces began to fill up. Your smile brightened up my day. Your anger challenged all my actions. Your truth humbled the arrogant man in me. And your kisses… they made me fall onto my knees each fucking time. The truth is, you, Iris, you alone made me want to be a better person, far better than what my mind could comprehend. Because in my sick, twisted life, the Goddess deemed me worthy of having a pure heart as my f

Fury bubbles in my chest like molten lava. Then I roar. The sound tears through the forest like a war cry, echoing off the trees, sending birds screaming into the sky. A declaration. I am here. I have found you. You are mine. But she doesn't answer. I stand there for several long moments, panting, jaw tight, before I exhale slowly and force the beast back down. "She's good," I mutter, pacing the bank like a caged animal. "Too good." But she won't stay hidden for long. Because I'm Hadrian Ironpaw.