Marvel Druid Novels & Stories

He asks. “Of course? He didn’t even have a weapon on him, I could have taken him.” I snicker, knowing even without a weapon I was still pretty useless with mine. “He’s a Druid, he doesn’t need a weapon.” “Oh.” I wonder if Druid’s were the same thing I was familiar with. For now I would have to assume they were. Whenever I wrote one into my stories, they were always capable of great healing and seer-like abilities. I never made mine violent or particularly capable of battle though. Ignoring the fact I just say, “We should get going, if the Orcs really are circling round, we need to beat them there, right?” Without verbally responding he nods.

His eyes glowed an unnatural violet, locking on me with hunger that had nothing to do with power plays. "The fourth," I whispered, the ancient spirit's warning echoing from my dreams. The incomplete triad, the missing piece that could shatter us. He stepped forward, boots silent on the moss. The rebels parted like water, deference in their postures. Kael dipped his head, almost reverent. "Alpha Draven. She's here, as promised." Draven. The rogue alpha, whispered about in border tales. Banished for his abilities, the ones that twisted bonds like threads on a loom. He could sever what the spirits wove, steal power or souls through touch.

Alpha Maddox Kydron, the alpha of the Moonvale pack, sat quietly, but Myra could sense his mighty frame and aura, which surrounded his brooding character; when he stood up, his eyes locked onto Draven. “So it really is true, you're back, Alpha Aswulf,” he said, offering a firm forearm handshake. Her eyes lingered on his rugged exterior, which exuded power, and she sensed that he was a quiet yet dangerous man who shouldn't be underestimated. Myra's gaze then shifted to the Red Dawn chief, whose greedy eyes fixed on Draven with a mix of hatred and fearful apprehension, aware that speaking out of turn could cost him his life.

“You need to survive long enough to ruin him. The words settled heavily inside me... ruined him. My gaze lingered on Draco’s face again despite myself. I remembered the exact way he looked beneath the flashing police lights outside the cathedral earlier. Completely calm and untouched, like death meant nothing to him. He was a monster but monsters still bled, didn’t they? Salvatore stepped toward the monitors and pressed several keys against the console. New files immediately appeared across the screens... financial records, political connections, surveillance reports, photographs of luxury estates and blood-covered crime scenes. Draco’s entire life laid open before me like pieces of a puzzle

He needed all his concentration to keep the power coming steadily so that the girl in his arms could heal fast and smoothly. But he was Misha Drakin, Successor to Bloodrayne, firstborn of Tobias Drakin, Alpha of Bloodrayne. How could he lose his composure under something as basic as pain? Never. Even in the face of death, Misha Drakin would probably laugh. “Dare I ask his message?” Misha rasped. “Is there anything you do not dare?” Marian mumbled. “I –” “Be still, Misha, I don’t want you to get hurt,” Marian murmured, still feeling tired, but also feeling a slow heat at her lower back.

"I'm sorry; that was very rude of me." By the tone of Mandy's voice, she wasn't insulted in the least. "Not at all; he's the reason we live forever. Vampires give us healing enzymes from their blood. Vampires co-exist with beastkind because we make each other stronger. Dmitri leads our clan." Mandy took barely a breath. "We're also interested in your mate. Dragons are outside of our knowledge." "He is not my mate. I'm his bride. It's a barbaric practice within our realms, but I have discovered it's hard on the dragons too. I will gladly answer all your questions if you will answer mine without taking offense at my ignorance."

She whispers, “Drakon I vovk.” “What does that mean?” Mara’s voice is soft, almost like she’s in disbelief, “One is dark and a child of the moon. His ways are that of an animal. The other is born of fire. He is brutal, powerful, and beastly.” She pulls back and gathers her things, “I must go. You ladies enjoy your last night in Ireland.” Looking at me, she says, “I wish you all the best on your upcoming trials. Please remember, matters of the heart are not bound to logic and do not need reasons to be right.”

Alex said. Alex turned to look at Uncle Drake. “Uncle Drake, this thing is venomous. You were poisoned earlier. Let me tend to your wound.” Shura Spiderwoman’s poison was much easier to deal with than the poison that afflicted Jade Benmore. Besides, Uncle Drake’s shoulder was only affected a little, and it wasn’t a big deal. Alex placed two Zharvakko Talismans on Uncle Drake’s shoulder before channeling the toxins out. Clara’s mother finally calmed down. “What… what is Shura Spiderwoman?” she asked with a stutter.

Dhari lunged towards Drake with his sword drawn. Drake was not expecting that. Dhari managed to catch Drake off guard, and as a result Drake now has a gash on the left side of his chest. The injury is deep and blood started to drip from the wound, and his dark blue shirt became darker. But what Dhari doesn't know is that Drake is a dragon, and he can heal within minutes. Dhari thought the wound would distract Drake for a minute, giving him a chance to escape. But to his shock, Drake didn't even blink despite being injured.

"Yours is similar, but not the same color. I would say yours is closer to tree bark. Alive and growing but hidden away. Concealing and guarding the softer inner core." "There's nothing soft about Tag. Inner core or not," Tove said without looking up. Tag reached over, slapped Tove over the back of the head. Tove looked up, a grin on his face. "See?" He flipped another page. "Here. Finally. I don't like the new edition layout." He spread the covers and turned the pages around like he was reading a story to kids at the library. "Druid. People who use the magic and power of nature. Complete with spells and Circles of affiliation. Typically, very good healers, you know what the different herbs a