Iron Druid Chronicles Tv Series の小説・ストーリー

He shifts his focus to my mate instead, and his gaze becomes something I would have punched in any other man, but I know I need to let her and Angel handle this one. “So, who do we have here?” Druida says, holding up her hand when he opens his mouth to answer. “A warning; I can mindread you and I know when you lie even if I don’t mindread you, so do not lie to me or it’ll be very tedious to be you in a moment.” “He’s our cousin. Melchor Darkbringer.” A silksmooth male voice says from behind us as Cian walks out of the forest again, his wings gone, his expression less murderous than before.

“It made me realize a few things about myself and those I called friends, just as you did when we struck the bargain that keeps me from ever returning home. The Castle helped me without giving me an advantage over the others.” “Mm, good. We are flawed creatures, Rachel. Iridian has and always will be more than just a tedious game.” He murmured thoughtfully; his voice sounded as though his mind were miles away. I gave him a few moments, just as he had done the same for me. When he spoke again, that playful edge was back to his voice. “Now, what are your two questions? Will you ask about Aidan? I’m betting you won’t. No, I don’t think you will. There are so many more pressing questions you cou

It wasn't the reflection of the lamplight, Drake's eyes had completely changed color and were shining. "Us? What do you mean?" “Why would the Dark Elves want you? Why did the Moon Goddess bless you? And obviously... How did you get the dragon mark? We have a lot to talk about, June," Drake replied. “Moon Goddess? Dragon mark? Please explain! I don't understand a single thing you're talking about!” exclaimed June frustrated. Drake suddenly stood straight in front of June. "Let me show you," said Drake. Suddenly Drake's eyes turned golden, his handsome face turned into golden scales that covered most of his face down to his neck. Drake took off his shirt and how surprised June was when he saw

Adrian growled punching the wall of dirt beside him. “That’s when I saw the female mage who we gave refuge to out of the goodness of our hearts standing over their body smiling, I was little but I was able to put two and two together, that mage had betrayed us, I charge at her without thinking but I was grabbed by two soldiers who beat the shit out of me, my lycan was still little so were unable to fight back, I laid there receiving punch after punch till I passed out, then I work up here and that was when I met Throne for the first time"

I explained. “Hmm, I see,” she mumbled while preparing two sandwiches. Bringing them to the kitchenette, she handed me one and then sat down next to me. “You're a druid wolf and will have a high sex drive. That is probably why Dante thinks poorly of you. Plus, I personally believe that Goddess Medeina was a full-blood druid,” she shook her head, then took a bite. Furrowing my brow, I screwed up my face and growled, “Then WHY is HE my mate?!

Dragon sat with Jenny and her triplets around a small fire, its flames dancing gently and casting shifting shadows across their faces. Jerry sat beside Jackson, with Jakiri next to them. Towering over them, Dragon, with his fiery red eyes and commanding presence, exuded an aura that kept everyone on edge. Finally, there was Jenny. Jerry looked up at Dragon with a curious smile and asked, “You’ve told us a lot about werewolf customs, but there’s one question that has always fascinated me. What’s the story of the mate? And how does a werewolf find their destined partner?”

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. TBC.

Lira (POV) From my altar of chains and rot, I can see him. Draven looks like a king carved from the pages of some fever-dream fairytale—a black leather jacket wrapped tight over a crimson silk shirt and silver buckles gleaming under torchlight. His honey-brown hair is still damp, slicked back from either snow or bathwater. Clean. Impossibly clean. The kind of clean that makes the blood dried under my nails feel louder. He looks almost innocent—like he didn’t order the flaying on me last week.

I saw Adrian's face pale in the rearview mirror. Even though I am the Alpha Prince, Drud is not a wolf to be fucked with, and I'm not saying it to stroke my ego. He is the legendary Ember Dire Werewolf, the fourth after five generations had passed. His coat is black and red, exactly like burning embers. He is twice the size of a normal werewolf and can force any wolf into submission, whether it is a pureblood or half-breed. Drud can also turn humans into werewolves. It's the first thing Drud and I want to do to Laura, whilst me mate.

I dressed up, wearing a hoodie over my face as I walked into the dark, not forgetting to hide my dagger in my boot, should the need arises, as I move closer to the secret passage, I turned to see if anyone follow me, the one person I am sure, we be a hindrance for me, would have been Jack, but he is out of the way and Hilary, she must be too excited or even plotting something bad against me or Damien, the Hilary, I know will never forgive Damien easily, she loves her father too much to let his death passed without avenging it. I walked into the secret passage, and there I was surprised to see others. "Welcome, alpha Iris." I turned to see the owner of the voice, it was Drake, Drake Sylvester