Iron Druid Audiobook Novels & Stories

Draco traded a flustered glance with Alfos before turning their gazes back to Rodrik. "Could you speak in simple, straightforward terms?" Draco pressed. Rodrik gave a sharp nod. It was a wonder his neck didn't break in the process. "May the Creator be blessed, my lord," Rodrik rattled, brown teeth flashing in Draco's face. "My lord, Edrand Thraegastis Rahl, is your second chance mate..." Draco's grip on Rodrik's biceps loosened. He stepped back, shocked. The males in the room slipped into shock and gasps. TBC.

I say, turning her face to me. Whatever I was about to say, falls away as a tidal wave of lust blasts through me. I turn to see Cyryl getting up from her nap where she was laying curled up with Bynjym. She hisses at him, then leaps into the air. She’s barely off the ground when Bynjym roars his intent as he, Thyyd, Yttyc, and the other bronzes all leap into the air after her. Cyryl is rising to mate. **This story will continue in The Dragon Rider: Book Two of The Dragon Thief Trilogy.

My fingers brushed over the dusty spine of a massive, leather-bound book decorated with tarnished silver filigree. The Chronicle of the First Sovereign, the faded gold lettering read. With trembling hands, I pulled the heavy book off the shelf, carried it to the stone table beneath the lantern, and flipped open the brittle parchment pages. "Aurelius Draven..." I read aloud into the eerie silence, my eyes scanning the ancient script. "The First King who united the five wolf territories under one banner... alongside his mate, the Sovereign Luna, Lyra of the Silver Mark." My breath hitched.

I once read this book and it says you have to care at least a little to yell at someone and he has to care about you at least a little to yell back. I asked Iris what happened, but she refused to talk about it. Other than that, Elva and the seer did a really great job in making the medicine, it’s really bitter and I have to take it at least thrice a day. Enrique and I are on our way to mystic falls, a world dominated by dragons. I am a little scared because from what I heard, dragons are scary and werewolves don’t really interact with them so it’s a shock when Enrique said he wanted to borrow their soldiers for the upcoming war.

"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

“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