Iron Druid Audiobook Novels & Stories

Three sets of heavy footsteps entered, and I focussed on slowing my heart rate, for little good it did me. "Really, Alpha, do you think us daft enough not to know you are awake?" That voice again. My blood began to boil as the image of his lips against my mates flashed in my mind. Kissing her, taking her blood without her consent. Vlad Tepesh was going to die a slow death at my hands. I opened my eyes, the green glow illuminating the dark room as I took in my enemies. "So, this is he? The so-called Druid King? Part wolf.... part God... Or so they say..."

, Dragomir asked. She nodded vigorously and stepped back, Dragomir squatted and held his hands, they stayed quiet for a while. Raisel strained her ears to listen to their conversations but she couldn’t hear a thing. It was like no word was said between them, however, she could hear them chuckle and smile from time to time. They stayed that way for a while before Dragomir stood from the ground, “His name is Ivar, he is a dragon. He will take us to his mother”

His voice echoed through the entire castle, each word a sunlit decree. He turned to Alinta and cupped her face. The same cracks began to creep up his divine hand, glowing like molten stone. “To think you have endured such pain… such desecration,” he murmured, his voice breaking. Alinta’s dull eyes met his, but recognition was gone. Her mind was too far lost. “She knows not to speak or acknowledge any being except for me!” Draven roared, pacing behind the flames. Adorus ignored him. His gaze hardened. “If only you died sooner,” he growled.

"The Elders... they lied. They manipulated everything. I didn't know what you were. I thought I was protecting the pack." "You were protecting your pride," I spat, shivering as the cold wind hit my wet skin. "You chose a crown over a soul. You don't get to say my name anymore." A low growl came from the shadows behind us. Riven emerged from the trees, his ash-silver hair matted with the blood of the creatures he had just killed. He looked like a god of war. When he saw Draven holding me, his molten gold eyes turned into slits of fire.

017: Echoes [Carnelia] Standing before me, and behind me, are the same handsome drake. His skin is the color of wet river rocks, dark and smooth, his eyes bright flames. His hair is blacker than the darkest shadow as are his scales which glow with a cool iridescence. I have known his voice since before I was born, the sweet song of it haunting my dreams for a lifetime, lulling me to sleep even as I shivered with fear over the uncertainty of tomorrow.

"Now I want you to really think about what you are going to do, because that was my last warning. I will not tolerate your insolence. Do you want him to die?" I shake my head, my voice low and broken. "Please don't hurt him, I'll obey." he runs his fingers down the side of my face gently, wiping away the tears. "That's a good girl, if you eat this porridge I have bright, I'll unchain you. How about that?" "who are you?" I whisper, looking into his green eyes. he smells like a rogue, but also not like a rogue. It was confusing. "I'm Drax stone. The leader of the rogues, their alpha as some say." He says with pride, "I have allowed myself to build the biggest army that any pack has even seen w

But the dire seemed to be undefeatable. Out of nowhere the lycans heard someone speaking gaelic. The voice wasn't making any sense. The words didn't seem to go together correctly. Suddenly the tree next to them began to move and vines slithered like snakes out of the woods and around the monster's legs. The two Arnauk tripped back away from the nightmarish scene. The tree seemed to come to life as the vines lifted the dire up and into the branches. Drake was dropped to the ground as the dire tried to free itself from the vines. It was making short work of the plants until the tree shoved a number of branches through the dire, impaling it. Then the tree went still, blood dripping from the bra

“How is this even possible?” “Welcome back, my lady” a voice says behind me and I abruptly turn around to see a man. He looks old, very old and his entire head is covered with black hair, a staff in hand. He looks familiar but I can swear that I have never seen or heard of him before. “Who are you?” “You can call me idrid” “ he responds, “I am the keeper of the dragons” “I do not know you” “Of course my lady, you do not know me but I know you more than you can even imagine. I have been waiting for your arrival for years now. I begged the gods to keep me alive to behold you one more time before I join my ancestors”

Jerry, err Drud now I guess, snarled in his deep, terrifying voice. "Selfish bastard," he snapped, then looked at me all coy. "Hello again, my love," Drud purred as he affectionately nuzzled me. "Now that I can finally talk to you as myself." I remained quiet, not sure what to do. This voice I've associated with as angry, evil Jerry. I am scared of this Drud persona. He has a short and nasty temper. "Talk to me, my mate," he growled and nipped my shoulder impatiently.

He walked over to the Druid woman who was still smiling not knowing how much danger she was truly in. “Who did you give the book to? Who is the new seer?” Triton asked as he used his power putting a little pressure on the druid woman. She started to break out in a sweat, her lips were starting to dry. “I don't know, all I know is when I woke up this morning I knew something was different. As I said, I can't help you and you have wast….” Ula was saying, but stopped when she felt something. She lift her head up sensing the new presence. She frowned in confusion, what the hell is she doing back here. Then she felt it, she felt the power as it drew closer. Triton felt the same power getting clo