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.

It made torture become ecstacy and pain a tool for excitement. " Let him in," Apollo said, sipping from his cup. His lips flattened at the sight of his visitor. It was him. Henry the wife of the last witch-of-a-confessor's-touch, a druid whose tone spoke of war and chaos. He sang mischief like a lullaby. " What brings you to Humulin, druid? " Apollo asks, staring deeply into Henry's green eyes, not blinking. He tried his possible best to read his countenance, but he couldn't.

one of those men growled “OPNE THIS DAMM GATES…….” he added and ordered his other partners to open, in meantime Lieutenant Aldrich got fully transformed in his large silver fur wolf and growled lowly by looking in my direction. “Ge… Get on him…. Leave …. from here” Draco said to me “What about you?” I questioned him as I felt my heart getting heavy “Don’t worry… break this curse….” Draco replied however I was reluctant to leave him behind like this, seeing my hesitation I heard a low growled from Lieutenant Aldrich who had now changed into wolf form.

I look around, seeing they're in uniformed leather armor that is stamped with a black and red crest; a wolf howling at a red moon. “Osric,” I growl at him, not wanting to leave his side. Embry places his hand on the small of my back and pulls me closer. “Moh Rós Dub, please trust Osric,” Embry softly speaks into my ear in a pleading tone. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath knowing he is right, I need to listen, so I nod agreeing. “You will tell me everything that happens, and you will keep King Draig by your side, I know he will tell me anything you leave out.” I look behind Osric to see Draig has shifted back, he nods to the servant that brings him a pair of shorts.

, 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”

He said and disappeared immediately, leaving me hanging in the air. The woman lifted her hand and vines the color of her skin gripped my wrists and and ankles,holding me firmly before i fell. I gasped and gave her a bewildered look. Light brown eyes met mine and amusement sparked in them. "We. Dryad. Saw you. Come. Barrier. Visit again." She said unintelligibly but I could understand her. Before I could nod,she moved her hand again and the vines propelled me forward and upwards. I went flying in the air. I screamed as the wind blew my unevenly cut hair in my face and away from it. I sucked in too much air but was too terrified to cough. I was high above the forest and the trees looked like g

“But dreams are may also become reality.” When I returned home, my father was waiting. His eyes burned with fury. “You went below?” he thundered. “Yes,” I said, lifting my chin. “You told me to learn about our people. I did.” “The Druids are not our people!” His hand slammed the table. “You will stay away from them!” “They’re starving!” I shouted. “While we build cities of gold above their heads!” “Enough!” His voice cracked like thunder. “You will remember who you are, Vaelen.”

"How dare you even imply that my mate is a human? "It's Gwyddion, the druid," someone said in a fearful voice from beside me. "He never speaks unless it's very serious. If he says she's his mate, there might be some truth to it." I could vaguely remember what a druid was. Someone like a Celtic priest, but in some werewolf mythology could be some sort of a wizard. How I wish I had paid more attention during my classes. The druid looked up at the alpha without flinching. I could see a hint of a smile on his face, a clear indication he had no fear for him.

Alaric & Lyra: The Strategist Turned Storyteller Alaric, ever the meticulous planner, the strategist who could foresee countless contingencies, had become delightfully, utterly obsessed with making her laugh. His meticulous nature had simply shifted its focus. He read her books far beyond her comprehension—ancient histories filled with epic battles and forgotten empires, intricate legends of gods and monsters, even dry, complex war strategies that made my head spin. But he’d do the voices. And gods help any unsuspecting guard or pack member who passed by the open door of his study and heard Alpha Alaric Blackthorn, the stoic leader of the Triplet Pack, speaking in a squeaky, high-pitched dra

Then he whispered, “No. I’m stronger because of it.” The world screamed. Red light burst from his chest, a shockwave of pure distortion. Rhovan shouted a word in a language older than the Vale, raising a wall of silver flame that barely contained the blast. Kael shielded Elaria, his hand gripping her arm as the world tore open again. Through the roar, she heard a sound she would never forget—the echo of Draven’s voice, multiplied a thousand times, repeating the same phrase over and over in perfect, inhuman rhythm: