Novel & Cerita Iron Druid Audiobook

Layla's POV: The last few lectures have been about things such as werewolves, witches, and vampires. The Professor has also spoken in depth about the history of Draphend and its association with the supernatural. I am eager to learn more about these beings, hoping to find out more about myself as well as the Draven family. The night Mr Draven hired me he told me of the family's secret. They are vampires. He assured me I was in no danger as they fulfill their thirst for blood on animals. For some strange reason I felt at ease as soon as I entered the Draven manor. I willingly accepted the job and since then I have been reading and studying as much as I can on vampires.

They are our future. ‘Keep an eye on them. Cyryl won’t let her rider perish, but I won’t let her die saving Skylar,’ he growls. When we get closer we can hear the roaring of dragons. Thyyd is the only silver left at the thunder. He is their leader until we arrive. I hear the ugly ‘thunk’ of a harpoon being launched and a dragonling screaming in pain. “Kill him!” I hear someone yell from the ground. I wave of hot fury rolls through me unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

Most elves know how to swim, but not all of them do. I growl, positioning myself over the crater. I ignore the pain in my side as I make eye contact with King Eldarion who is floating in the water, letting it bring him closer to the surface. “You were never meant to be a rider. You aren’t worthy of a dragon, and my previous words hold true. Even with an army, you can’t claim a dragon.” I watch his eyes go wide, but his scream is cut off as I open my mouth and send a blast of fire into the crater.

The Everly archives smelled like lavender ink and old bones. Not in a bad way. Just in a way that told you magic had a memory, and this place had centuries of it. I’d just woken up when I received the summons, Professor Draemir’s jagged runes of invitation scrawled across a long strip of parchment that hissed under my fingers. Typical. No explanation, just a time and place and the faint hiss of black magic licking along the edge of the paper.

His men wait patiently for him to give the signal. "Wait!" I shout as I run out of the flames, forming armor around my body to cover my nakedness as I wave my arms and wings to get their attention. He sees me and pauses. Needing to get there before he changes his mind, I lift off the ground and with a solid leap, land a few feet in front of him. "Stop, please!" I gasp, out of breath, the air already so thin from the fire. "Our efforts are working. Look up, don't you feel the rain? Ori is a storm drake. He knows what he's doing."

They dragged Draven from the cave. My heart nearly stopped. He was in human form, naked, covered in burns and cuts that had not healed properly. Silver chains wrapped around his wrists and ankles, burning into flesh. His face was swollen from beatings, one eye completely closed. But he was alive. When he saw me, fury blazed in his one good eye. "You idiot," he rasped. "I told you not to come." "When have I ever listened to you?" I tried to keep my voice light, but it cracked. Seeing him like this, broken and bleeding— The power stirred inside me. Silver flames flickered at my fingertips.

Went to stand by the door. Sable and Rook had gone to the far side of the clearing and were talking low and fast in the way of men solving a problem they'd already decided the shape of. Drift kept moving. He had too much energy for standing still — it came off him in a way that made Nero track him automatically, the same instinct that tracked things in the forest. Young. Ambitious. The dangerous kind of both. "The chains," Drift said, coming back. "We still have Draven's chains. The ones he broke."

“I’m going to protect you, Leah. I won’t … allow you to suffer.” Iris watched the exchange with an expression I couldn’t read. Whatever she was thinking, she kept it behind her dark eyes. “I can take him to the druids,” she said. “Their enclave is in the northern forests. The journey takes a day.” She looked at Keanu. “We cannot fly there. But I should warn you. The druids do not rush. They have their own pace, and they do not alter it for anyone.” “They haven’t met me yet,” Keanu said.

“I’m old, little girl. I don’t remember a time I wasn’t. I’m the Druid of all the land that used to be here before it became eaten up by the sand and sun and wind. And you…” Her teeth flashed white against her dark skin. “…You are the Druid of the dragons.”

People scream and scurry away in fear, they are right to fear me, I am too angry to show mercy right now. I remember reading a book when I was a girl, all about dragon lore and the special things they could do, so I lift my right paw and bite into my finger/toe to draw blood, then lower it to Drake. I let a few drops fall onto his chest and then one into his mouth, before sealing my wound and returning my attention to those around us. These tiny things are all my enemies they all are trying to take Drake away from me! “RAARR!! Grrrrr!!”