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.

sorry are we interupting something He was talking to i and draven, as usual he couldn't take his eyes off me neither could i,he worsend the issue the more when he couldn't stop smiling at me, that made the teacher draw attention to us. teacher:miss mauriel.... mr draven..... i nodded my head in disagreement "sorry sir" (school bell rings),and that ended the class for that day. "you know you shouldn't be doing that in class, it's distracting" i said " well i can't say much for you either, because you were literally doing same" ( both laughs) , " so i can see your really good at history" " yeah.. i own this book it contains lots of histories, like anything you need to know about history is all

His scales looked well despite the harsh conditions we had been in. Dropping his head down to me, Zor gently placed his nose at my wound. Your wound still courses with venom. Gasping in shock, I frowned down at him. "So I can hear you." Bobbing his head, his voice spoke in my mind once more. You are our voice, our leader. "I don't understand." All this seemed so unreal. All the scrolls had stated that no one was able to hear a dragon unless it was of your own. I was neither his Rider nor leader. Nothing made sense.

I swallowed. “Are you ready?” he asked. I nodded. “Yes.” Ryan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were a deep, haunting red. A strange sensation washed over me, something ancient, something powerful. “Close your eyes and free your mind,” he instructed. I obeyed, taking a deep breath, emptying my thoughts. The world around me faded into silence. Then suddenly…. A voice. A deep, echoing voice. “I’m Draven,” it said. “What is your name?”

Allena's mother and Selma bustled about, setting the table, while the brothers cleared space for everyone to sit. The first to notice me was the Druid–an aged man with a long, white beard that reminded me of Gandalf. He wore a white linen robe adorned with a gold-colored cloak, an image of contrasting simplicity and opulence. Iona explained that Druids held a privileged position, acting as healers, teachers, and mediators. "You've recovered remarkably well," he said, his gaze sharp. "Last night, I warned your father you might not wake for months." I managed a weak smile and took the seat next to Devin, directly across from the Druid. His gaze lingered on me as he offered a small vial.

Lucas P.O.V. Druida decides to keep the majority of the enemy in her air prison, while she takes the gag from the man spewing profanities at her before. He spits on the ground, seemingly aiming for her shoes. I growl at him, Ulric riding just under my skin, coming forward in my mind, not liking neither this idiot or the one throwing a tantrum in the forest. Druida taps my chin, her eyes shining in amusement and warmth.

His voice thundered across the Colosseum, and the crowd stopped running. They all stopped to listen to what he had to say. . .it wasn't like they willingly stopped to listen, but his voice, as thunderous as it sounded, requested to be obeyed. "This might come as a shock to some of you, and the rest might not believe me but, I am Dhruv," he declared with an unwavering confidence, his proclamation rippling across the vast expanse of the Colosseum. The faces of those sage Bernadette and my father reflected a mixture of disbelief and astonishment. "I have come to claim dominion over what should have been mine. This earth, your lifes, your prayers, everything you own should belong under my contro

looking at me and I was confused saying, "But I am not gay, no offense to you, my lord but I don't bat for your team." I watched him and Michael linking between each other and then looked at me laughing, I said, "What is so funny?" Drax looked at me and said, "If your dick is hard, you bat for my team, you are lucky that I am a mated man," he was laughing so hard until he composed himself saying, "Don't worry, you are not my type, I still have standards," winking at me and I was furious, then they all burst out laughing and I said, "Give me the damn potion." I drank the potion and I felt the bond break, I almost passed out but Drax touched my forehead and the pain went away, he said, "You do

I said. “Vagina dentata,” said Dudley ominously, although I’m not sure you can say those words any other way. “Leave,” said the druid, and then there were tentacles coming out of all of their faces. Waving at me like facial sea anemone. It was quite disconcerting, even for me who had been in the adjacent world and seen all sorts of freaky shit. My hands burst into involuntary flames. The druids made a strange warbling sound and fled.

A voice filled the air, cold and mechanical. "This is General Drax of the Exodus Initiative. We have returned to the Cradle to find it infested with the Chimera. You have traded your human sovereignty for the instincts of beasts. We are the Iron-Kin. We are the Unchanged. Prepare for Sanitization." The Logic-Virus