Iron Druid Audiobook Novels & Stories

My chest heaved, the power I had felt earlier still buzzing violently under my skin, “You’re a monster, Volkava and you’re not going to succeed in conquering the world.” “If you think you can stop me—” “I don’t think,” I cut in, breathing uneven. “I know we will.” He began laughing—hard. And that terrified me more because we both knew he had already activated the ritual the moment he touched the book’s power and used its spell. “Talk to me, baby,” Draven whispered. “Lior’s blood was supposed to be the final piece so he’s not fully immortal yet. He’s still very much a mortal.”

“Richard, you were manipulated by the Lich. He twisted what you thought was right and wrong. He worked on you for decades. Has Doctor Graves talked about counselling to help you sort out which was the Lich’s influence and what was indeed you?” “Yeah, but I’m not sure how that will work if I’m in the middle of nowhere.” “I was told there’s a Druid therapist that’s willing to move with you and help your pack if you’d have her. Her information is in the file I’ll leave too. She’s sweet and not threatening, so I think some of the more timid members might be more willing to talk to her.”

I mentally read the written scriptures engraved into the walls of the ancient goddesses room, my fingers caressing and tracing every engraved lines tenderly. My name is Aurora and I am the daughter and only child to Queen Melinda and King Remera Aumero and heir to the throne and ruler of the seven swords and seas of Eldrador. The night seemed completely strange, I couldn't sleep. I seemed to have been awakened by something, for a reason. I turned to the side and watched through the window the familiar sight of the mountains peeking over the trees. A mirage distorts the view beyond the window shields, and it’s impossible to tell where the asphalt ends and the ocean begins.

"But she wouldn't. She protected you. She and my stupid idiot of a brother. They put me in shackles. Laughed at me. Taunted me." "So you ordered the daughter to kill the mother. Did you think that would endear the child to you? Make her into a puppet you could use? Turn her into a knife to cut down your enemies?" Drace asked. For a dragon, her voice was icy. I felt the chill of her words and tone against my skin and shivered. "It should have worked! Everyone in that stupid village worships me. I am the greatest druid this century has ever seen. I'm greater than even Merlin, that doddering old fool."

My twin brother looked like a god of the sun, his white-hot fire leaking from his skin in wisps of golden steam. "The Grey Erase doesn't wait for councils, sister!" Lucien shouted over the gale. "If we don't reach the tundra within the hour, we won't be leading an army. We’ll be leading a graveyard of statues!" I took a deep breath, reaching for the golden sap in my marrow. I pushed the warmth down into the stone platform, letting the Hallowed resonance hum through the mountain. A massive silver-furred drake, its eyes glowing with a soft sapphire light, detached itself from the shadows and lowered its head before me.

But Ailduin stops in front of him and holds up his hand, his palm facing Torin, just like Madelyn did before. Torin grits his teeth, looking like he might refuse to touch hands with King Ailduin. Ailduin waits, letting Torin decide. Finally, Torin reaches up and holds his hand against Ailduin’s. It’s only a moment before he yanks his hand back like he was burned. “What was that?” he asks. “That was your ancestor. I shared a memory of one of the Ddraig dragons that I knew when dragons roamed the planet.” Slowly, as if trying to prepare himself, he reaches his hand back up. He closes his eyes and let’s Ailduin show him the past.

Now he was tempted to pull the trigger. The Druid was limping, it walked with the help of a twisted spear that was tipped with a glowing yellow crystal. It was followed by another, this one was dressed similar. But it’s helmet lacked the antler like branches that characterized most Druids. Instead a smooth collection of leaves and vines had the head like it was a full head of hair. The two conversed, the garbled speech no longer present. But instead a clear tongue was spoken, the Grove speak. The Birchman’s language, one Froster understood well.

My body temperature plummeted, and I began to shiver uncontrollably. Drake did not hesitate, pulling me into his arms as he channeled his spiritual energy to warm me. In a low voice, he told me ancient legends of the deep. The mysterious, enchanting tales distracted me from the pain. As I leaned against Drake and listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, I felt an overwhelming sense of peace. … Under Drake's care, my damaged voice gradually regained its former strength. That day, sunlight filtered through the sea, casting dappled patterns across the water.

The old dwarf peers at us through hooded eyes. Chugging the glass of milk in his hand he sets it down on the throne room table. The elder glances over each of us before his eyes land on me. Placing a fist over my heart I bow to him. "It is a pleasure to meet you Sir Fimrouck. I am Chieftain Eleonora of the Perilous Horde and this is my mate Flavius. Behind me are my warriors Soren and Dovydas," I introduce.

My eyes fluttered open and I screamed my throat raw. The winged lion/horse/dragon was leaning over me, its lips pulled back showing its mouthful of huge, sharp, pointy teeth. One of its paws slapped over my mouth. The resulting silence made the blood pounding in my ears that much louder. I pushed at the paw. It would have been easier to try to push a semi truck. The beast leaned down, his face close enough that I could see its dark blue irises. They reminded me of Ransom. Ransom. With my head immobile, I frantically looked everywhere I could. Had this monster eaten him? Where was he?