The Druid Jeff Wheeler Novels & Stories

Speaking of mates Ryker and Drax are mated but he is scared to be with him and he thinks I haven't figured it out yet, I am just waiting until he confides in me before I tell him it doesn't matter, I love him the same. I walked into the room and Judi was already naked with her legs spread and playing with herself, I lick my lips as I undressed, and got on the bed, she crawl over to me and started to suck my cock and it was amazing as always. Drax linked me that Toffe is on his way up and I told him, "Let him stay with you tonight, I am literally about to fuck this she-wolf." Drax snickered and closed the link, I cum down her throat and she wasn't finished yet. She smiled licking her lips and

whispered the driver of the Avanza car beside Arto in Javanese. Arto sighed as he looked up and watched the branches and canopy of trees sway in the wind. He then looked down again and looked at his friend. “You're a wolf-shifter. A strong but cowardly. It's ridiculous.” The Jeep driver laughed. “This forest actually looks beautiful, you know? Arto is right. You're ridiculous. A wolf-shifter who's afraid of the forest? Seriously?”

“Holy hell… I’ve never seen her like this.” Nimah roared and charged. The ground cracked under her weight. She slashed, claws slicing through Elaria’s frost barriers. Elaria staggered backward, barely holding her ground. “So, the rumors are true,” I said, carrying Lyra to safety. “So this is the power of a full-blooded werewolf. She is bigger than Kaid.” Elaira extended her hand, mana pulsing. The ground trembled — vines and roots burst through the ice. “Don’t forget,” she said with a smirk, “I’m still a druid.”

I have no idea. While I was talking to Leana, explaining what had happened, Drake had gone out hunting, bringing back a deer for her. While I’m used to werewolves killing forest creatures, I’m not used the violence that was shown in this carcass. The throat had been ripped out, leaving a gaping wound and nearly decapitating the poor creature.

Reed, his resolve hardened by years of leadership, strategizes with other pack leaders on how best to contain Jeffrey's growing influence. Meanwhile, Jeffrey's transformation was far from complete. The chemical continued to alter his physiology, granting him regenerative abilities that bordered on immortality. He tested his newfound strength in clandestine skirmishes with law enforcement, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. Silas convened an emergency council of werewolf leaders, urging unity in the face of this unprecedented threat. Together, they formulated a plan to confront Jeffrey head-on, knowing that failure would mean catastrophic consequences for both werewolves and humans a

“All hail King Dan Damon, Alpha of the Black Wolf pack and King of all werewolves. Bow before your king!” Every single person on the field bowed before Xavier. Except Draymond. And Karla, who was watching with her mouth wide open. Draymond turned to her. “Come on big sister,” he whispered in her ears. “The fun has just begun.”

As soon as he saw Mana and Mata, he spat blood at them and said, "Lowbred reptile brains! I should have killed you both on that fucking island! How dare you betray us!" Mana and Mata hid behind my back and wiped the blood on their faces. "We aren't reptiles and we didn't betray you!" They shouted. "You were really mean you asked for it!" "You can't hurt us anymore!" The traveling druid ignored them and suddenly laid his sight on me. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" He stared at me and said. "A witch? A werewolf? Or a vampire?" He tried to walk closer, but he was stopped by the soldiers.

When they flared open again, they burned brighter. “A wolf shifter,” it murmured — or rather, the voices murmured together. “An alpha.” I clenched my fists until my nails cut into my palms. “Not yet,” I answered, bitterness roughening my tone. “I lead my people, but I will only claim my father’s title when I can protect them.” The creature’s laughter was a needle in the spine, high, soft, and entirely wrong. “How quaint,” it said, amused in a way that made my teeth grind. “Well, it matters not. You seek the druids, you say?”

“If he was just a human shield, why not just remove him and replace him?” Damian let out a long, slow breath. “Because Kael didn’t want to remove him; Kael wanted to frame us. Kael, or Julian Drake as he is known to the world, is the Alpha of the Mirkwood Pack. Mirkwood has always been our silent rival, the Pack that wants to rip the veneer of civilization off our world and rule through open savagery. They despise my father’s restraint, my reliance on human systems. Kael believed that if he could eliminate Arthur Cross and make it look like we did it—either through negligence or hostile takeover—he could accomplish three things.”

Aerin tapped her chin with her fingers, lost in her thoughts. “Do you know something about this?” I enquired when I lifted my brow towards Pernwél. “Druids have many possible powers.” She commenced. “We have projections, like Pernwél; premonitions, then we call the druid an oracle; and other powers that the most powerful Druids among us control.” she paused briefly before continuing. “There are ancient scrolls referring to shifters, mostly bears and deers. I wonder…” “What?” Pernwél and I replied in unison.