Novel & Cerita Iron Druid Audiobook

“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."

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.

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.

"We need to take care of the attendant." A smallish, scared sea drake stands close to the wall, his legs shaking, his pale green robes covered in gore. His eyes are wide and unblinking as he stares down at his master, murmuring something incomprehensible in repeat like a prayer to a long-forgotten god. As I step towards him, his legs give out and he tumbles to the ground, crumbling like discarded paper. "My prince is dead. My prince is dead. My prince is dead," his mumbled words make more sense the closer I get as his eyes dart between me and his dying lord.

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 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.”