Iron Druid Audiobook Novels & Stories

No trace of humanity in them. Still, I stepped forward. My voice tried to shake but I willed it steady. “My name is Kaden,” I said, gesturing to the men behind me. “I lead these men. We seek the Druids of White Oak.” The head turned toward me with an unnatural swivel, its neck a long, cord-like thing, more owl than man. It inhaled audibly, a strange dry rustle, and for a moment the lights of its eyes blinked out. When they flared open again, they burned brighter.

The creature lunged. Chaos erupted. Elior’s blade met shadow, sparks flying as the creature absorbed the blow. Bram swung his axe, but it passed through as if cutting through mist. Myrra’s daggers struck true, yet the wounds sealed as quickly as they formed. Then its gaze locked onto Rael. A surge of heat exploded through him as the book’s pages flared to life, the ink twisting, forming words that burned into his vision: SPEAK AND CLAIM. Rael’s voice shook as he forced the words past his lips. “The Hollow Throne does not grant power. It takes.”

"I will do everything within my power to save your child." With utmost care, Draco scooped me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest as he carried me to the inner chamber. Laying me down gently on the cool floor, he retrieved a worn spellbook, its pages crackling with ancient knowledge. His eyes skimmed the text as his fingers traced the faded glyphs upon the pages, his voice resonating with a mixture of power and vulnerability as he began to chant the incantations that promised to defy the natural order.

The other one who had an overgrown mustache like he was from London was still gazing at me with lots of curiosity, and it was starting to get disturbing. " Can we skip to the part where you test my blood? I have to watch a movie" I said agitated. I was already feeling mutant-y and a bonding session with two doctors wasn't exactly on top of my list at the moment. " I apologize for that, he's always that way" my dad jumped in and apologized respectfully. Mustache man who didn't appear annoyed by my demeanor waved his arm dismissively. " We won't take much if your time" he said whilst taking out a syringe and a small-sized glass tube, the kind we use in science labs. He also took out a glass bo

“Mitch. Yes, Mitch.” “Mine. My Kellie.” He said in a deep growl as his thrusts pounds into me. The sound of our flesh slapping against each other. Our climax begin to climb together as I could feel his pleasure along with mine. It must be the bond and our lovemaking feels more intense. “Open your eyes. Look at your mate. Look at me.” He growls at me. I open my eyes, look at him, and saw his eyes had changed again. The dragon is here. “Are you afraid my mate? Are you afraid of your dragon?”

"Making them the softest lycan... and also the most heartless if triggered wrong." The room fell silent, the weight of his words settling over us. I stared at him, my mind racing. "That's not possible." "It is," Draven said firmly. He stood abruptly, striding toward the adjoining room. Elara looked at me, her expression filled with confusion and fear. "What's he talking about?" "I don't know," I admitted, though the pieces were starting to fall into place in my mind. Draven returned moments later, carrying a massive, leather-bound book. The cover was worn, the pages yellowed with age.

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: Love the way you lie by Rihanna and Eminem. IVARA'S POV: The pull is instant, a wildfire roaring through my chest, and I stagger back instinctively. My pulse is thundering, ears ringing with the echo of engines and snarls. He’s looking at me... Ronan Draven, the man whose bloodline my father destroyed. The wolf inside me stirs violently, claws scratching under my skin, screaming in confusion. I can’t do this. I refuse to. What even scares me more is the fact that he hasn't said a word yet.

“Their leader, surly they are coming with more sirens. They are going to be here within the hour. We can’t afford to…” “Shut up.” There is a fire within the eyes of the druid. She darts her gaze upon Xialn with a pure and utter sheer of rage in the cortex of her orbs. “You do not make that call…” Xialn goes to speak once more but the druid snaps back once she knows he is going to speak. “I don’t care if there is slim chance, or if the gods themselves drift down upon this hellish fucked world. If there is a one percent chance that this barbaric elf can live, I will take it. I refused to let him become chum to those fucking sirens.” Xialn is silent and within that moment Togin stands on his ow

I felt him straining, felt the heirloom’s power throwing him back like a physical wall. “What’s happening?” he shouted, turning back to Grant wide-eyed. But his voice sounded far away. It was as though I was drowning in a well of water and he was screaming from somewhere out there. Grant’s voice suddenly filled my ears, ancient druid words that vibrated in the stone itself. My knees buckled. The dark wolf clawed at the inside of my ribs, fighting to stay, and I felt it slipping – strand by strand, being drawn out of me toward the man who had waited three hundred years.