Iron Druid Chronicles Book Order Novels & Stories

Oblivion took hold of me, and a chamber of ice encased my swollen heart. ** The story continues in Book 2: The Bloodstone Vampire. Out December 1st 2020. Thank you for reading SRWW – I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have!**

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.

Both are here on GN. If you'd like another BL book, check out Subduing the Alpha or I am Not Your Love Story which is also on GN. Please note that Subduing the Alpha has two versions, the completed BL version and the hetro version which is still being edited for a female lead. And, if you're tired of romance stories and would like some adventure and fantasy, please check out Adventures of the Crown. Book 1 is completed and book 2 is ongoing. Both are on GN and MN.

Though the thoughts about him were forefront now, because I still hadn't come to terms with what almost happened, I had to stop thinking about it now. Maybe later I would take my time to understand it. Maybe. I opened the book slowly, my fingers tracing the frayed and worn edges of the cover, "the chronicle of the six" it stood boldly in gold lettering glaring at me. The letters shimmered faintly and I quickly turned open the first page. "This is the Chronicle of the Six. The first beings born of the moon's light. This record holds their power, their dominion... and the truth before the Great Divide."

Vera ran beside him, dream-silk whip crackling, slicing through frozen steam vents to clear their path. They reached the keep’s entrance—a vaulted arch of ice-streaked quartz. Guards in grav-armor formed a phalanx, spears bristling and shields layered with null-glyphs. The storm cannon’s hum rattled the walls behind them. Vera met the phalanx head-on, voice rising in her Dream Sovereign song: > “By starlight’s grace and wolf’s command, > Break the bonds of iron hand. > Dream and storm in union stand,

she trailed off, her eyes fixed on the wall like she was relieving memory. I was trying to hide my surprise at her revelation. Every Dragon knew who Christopher was and hated him. The Alpha of the Moon Wolves, the strongest Alpha in the whole of Thornwood. Or rather, a coward who hides his cowardice behind his cruel acts. I knew firsthand how much of a coward he and his father were. “Why were they taking you to him?” I asked. Eloise backed further away as if suddenly realizing she's revealed too much. But I wasn't going to let her back away now. I wanted every information she had on Christopher.

She could finally hear her mother call out to her. “Cherry.” “Mom.” “Listen to me please. Do you see the woman who handed you the necklace?” “Yes.” “She's a friend. I need you to go with them. They are there to bring you back home.” “Okay.” The Good Witch cast a levitation spell on the girl and she was able to get her out of the tree. Then she had Isabella's father hand her the water sack. She poured the contents over the girl's tail. Her scales stopped flaking and her wounds stop bleeding. The witch took out the shell.

Inheritance Beyond Bone: A Study of Blood Memory in the Sovereign Lines Codex Umbra: Forbidden Forms and the Repercussions of Shadowwork Veins of the Vale: Mapping the Ancestral Ether in Delta Bloodlines The Tyrant’s Mirror: How Empaths Unraveled the War of Seven Wills Of Flame and Stone: House Emberdark’s Fall and the Quiet Curse that Followed Declarations Made in Silence: Oaths Taken Beneath the Aureum Sky

Old books stacked in glass cases, labeled in ancient tongues. But what chilled me most was that one of the cases had been opened. I stepped forward, gaze fixed on the glass shards strewn across the floor. The velvet cushion inside the case was empty—its label read: “The Blood Chronicle: Wolfsong Lineage, Vol. I” “No...” I whispered. That book contained the deepest secrets of my bloodline. The ancient bond between our ancestors and the Moon Goddess. The prophecy of the one who would unite—or destroy—the balance between werewolves and the magic-bound.

As long as she was with me, it didn’t matter. “The whole Isla and Chance thing is a story for another day.” * The End* Do you want more Dionysus Rising? Let me know if you do and thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading! I love you all ❤️