Iron Druid Audiobook Novels & Stories

If I could go back to a few days ago when I received Cyran’s email, I would have packed my bags and left. “It might not be possible for humans, but Dragons have abilities that humans couldn’t dream of. Some of us can read minds, while others have different abilities. It isn’t like I always invade someone’s privacy, but I thought now was the exception.” Kellan moved off the couch he was on and came to sit between Jade and me.

Vair HUR-voom vel LOH-kit VAIR-kee VAH-room. Drake replied in Dragonese, which Asher loosely translated as King Drake commending their loyalty and actions. The Drake stepped forward to address us. “Ek fagna þér, konungr Daemon, ok þinni fríðustu fylgikonu, dróttning Adriana. Þat er ánægjuligt at hitta fjölskyldu fylgikonu sonar míns, he said, his voice loud and deep, commanding respect.

His chuckle became louder, sounding more annoying and stupid in my ears "Fenrir cannot be your mate, that's not possible." What the…how dare him?! The audacity! I had finally decided to tell him what I really thought without holding back. To finally bless his cheeks with my hardened palms when a deep menacing growl echoed throughout the house. "What was…what was that?" Rudolph asked, looking at the door. The growl sounded so deep…so familiar.. We both walked to the door slowly as we looked around, wondering what the hell was that. "I think—" Before Rudolph could finish whatever the hell he wanted to say, we heard an ear piercing scream with voices that sounded like that of Elena and Leah.

Astonishment gave way to anger, but fear kept every tongue still. Draven stepped forward, his voice echoing over the silent camp. “Declare that you are a slave,” he said, “and bow to me. Or I will drink your blood.” As he spoke, his body began to shift. His shoulders hunched, muscles rippling beneath his cloak. Fingers elongated into claws, sharp and black. His mouth stretched, revealing fangs glistening in the morning light. Fur bristled along his neck. The air filled with the guttural rumble of his growl.

They all scattered on the dark floor. The Emperor took one notebook, opened it, and read. “The Way of Dragons,” he skimmed the pages. “Fascinating …” Then he handed it to Quarth. “Please … spare my drafts …” Tears started fall on the floor, right under Estevan’s bloodshot eyes. “What’s this?” the Emperor picked another and read. “The Chronicles of Drava …” “No … Not that … please …” Estevan begged. “Not that … Your Eminence …”

“Do you hear that, Raven? The Goddess isn’t listening anymore. She’s tired of your cries. You and your family are cursed.” “Shut up!” I managed to scream, twisting my body just enough to slam my knee into the man’s gut. He grunted, his grip loosening. I wrenched free again and dove for my dagger, snatching it up. Draven’s eyes glinted with amusement. “Ah, there’s the fire I remember. But it’s too late for fire now.” With a flick of his fingers, the guards started morphing into the same hideous creatures we saw outside. This time, I didn't care, I charged at one of them.

“Dracula pays his respect to the Allfather, Odin – King of Asgard,” Dracula bowed slightly in relief when he confirmed the one inside the light pillar was indeed Odin. The man was wearing a long, black robe that concealed everything – from his golden armor to his brilliant yellow hair – but his golden eye and the ravens upon his shoulders. The staff within Odin’s hand contained so much power that Dracula shook from being in such close proximity with it, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by the Allfather.

I knew that was a silly question because I had seen with my own eyes that it had changed form, but I just didn't expect it. "Titans are magical beasts who can shift into a semi-human form." Elijah suddenly promised me that I felt a little shame—no, a big shame. "Oh, I see," I responded shyly and kept quiet. Step back, I will now summon the relic. Faris said that's why we retreated. He just stood there in the middle of the lava, regardless of the heat. I noticed that he was suddenly surrounded by golden dust, just like the tree in my room. Wyst'ria, the benevolent land of the gods. The fireth within thee, raging and untamed. From the power within my soul, I hereby summon the relic of fireth.

she told him. ​ Achilles looked grateful as he took the book and started reading through the pages. “Is it worth reading into more about King Xaveris’s dragon and abilities?” Achilles asked Helga. She shook her head, “No, I’ve read every material we have available on King Xaveris, maybe try and concentrate on texts about Dhampir’s with familiars though, we don’t have much research available, they are so few and far between,” Helga sighed. ​

Chapter 145 Drako sighed, the weight of the night pressing down on him as he sat on the root of a massive tree in the woods. The clouds darkened, and the atmosphere turned cold, mirroring the tumult within him. Just then, a distant laughter echoed through the woods. He looked around, recognizing the source even before seeing the face. Alpha Ralph emerged from the shadows, his laughter carrying a sinister edge. Drako tensed, knowing that Ralph's presence meant trouble. Ralph sauntered towards Drako, his smirk widening. "Well, well, Drako. It seems like your little secret is out. Your own daughter discovering the truth—that's quite the mess you've made."