Novel & Cerita Iron Druid Audiobook

“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

Slowly, I turned back to the last page of the book which was the first page when reading from the druid’s side. After a careful glance at the page which was still blank, I observed that the former words written on it had not disappeared, but instead became less visible. I closed my eyes and drew in a shallow breath as I placed the base of my fingers over it. And just like that, I found the words coming up bold again, and my lips began to read each one of them. Druid magic!

“In the woods, why are you still training when you should be resting?” His jaw tightened. “I’m fine.” “You weren’t,” I snapped. “And don’t insult me by pretending otherwise.” “I don't really feel like resting,” he snapped. “Does this have anything to do with Rory collapsing?” I queried. Draven tensed as he turned to look at me, “Rory collapsed?” “Don’t do that, Draven. Aurora heard your voice right before she passed out,” I stated. His head snapped up. “What?” “She heard your voice,” I said slowly. “In her head. Right before she passed out.”

One of the perks to playing Iridian that I hadn’t noticed—your pain tolerance goes up rather quickly. Only when the hum of insects and the chitter of the more defenseless forest creatures resumed, did I lift my head from the muddy rut Ally had left me in. My attacker was face down in the mud, and I was more than confident he was good and dead since I spent the better half of an hour straining my ears for any sign of a heartbeat. The walk out of the forest felt shorter than what it had when I was being dragged against my will. With just a few short minutes I passed through the boundary of the lanterns, back into what was left of the festival.

CHAPTER XIV Porcius shook his head and then glared at Drust. “Blood for life? You are a madman who needs to get out of the caves and trees more.” August looked at Porcius, bleary headed over the words spoken by the wizard, then back to the druid. “It is crazy talk, Drust.”

That was all, but I had been wary of the knowing smile he had given me for a split second. "Yes." I muttered, waiting for him to leave before I opened the book. "That would be all." He bowed, leaving the room. The librarian wasn't an old man with a face covered in grey hairs. He was young, older than I was, but younger than the stereotype and definitely weirder. I scanned the book and realised the order of druids contained spells translated to English. These were too useful to be locked away and forgotten inside this dark, cold room. The book listed the spells numbered in ascending order. A few of them had symbols next to them and a how-to-use description attached to it.

said Astrid in support. “zu'u respect fin knowledge inside thdro book. Ofan zu'u enlightenment. Zu'u fen respect ahrk protect fin secret do fin dragonne,” said Draco casting a spell in the dragon's ancient language. I respect the knowledge inside this book. Give me enlightenment. I will respect and protect the secret of the dragons. The next sentence appeared in the book. [wo kos hi?] Who are you? Draco took a breath and answered. Meanwhile, Astrid held her breath as she watched the amazing events before her eyes.

Elleanna stormed out of her room and shouted loudly “IRIDESSA ESMERELDA DRAGONIA GET BACK HERE NOW YOUNG LADY!!” Iridessa ran down the stairs with a giggle as she went to hide from her mom. Dylan sat in the kitchen eating a chocolate chip cookie and drinking a glass of chocolate milk. Dracon and Vladimir walked in the front door having just arrived home from a week of visiting the werewolf community. Iridessa ran up and hugged him by the legs

Three sets of heavy footsteps entered, and I focussed on slowing my heart rate, for little good it did me. "Really, Alpha, do you think us daft enough not to know you are awake?" That voice again. My blood began to boil as the image of his lips against my mates flashed in my mind. Kissing her, taking her blood without her consent. Vlad Tepesh was going to die a slow death at my hands. I opened my eyes, the green glow illuminating the dark room as I took in my enemies. "So, this is he? The so-called Druid King? Part wolf.... part God... Or so they say..."

His voice echoed through the entire castle, each word a sunlit decree. He turned to Alinta and cupped her face. The same cracks began to creep up his divine hand, glowing like molten stone. “To think you have endured such pain… such desecration,” he murmured, his voice breaking. Alinta’s dull eyes met his, but recognition was gone. Her mind was too far lost. “She knows not to speak or acknowledge any being except for me!” Draven roared, pacing behind the flames. Adorus ignored him. His gaze hardened. “If only you died sooner,” he growled.