The Druid Jeff Wheeler Novels & Stories

Minerva suddenly followed Colt as everyone greeted him, leaving Tio and Lilith behind as they watched Colt and Minerva converse with the folks in front of them. After that, a man leapt from the tree hut and approached Tio and Lilith. "Hello, my name is Drake Wing, and I'm glad to meet you. Before you come in, I need to check your bags for security reasons," Drake Wing explained. He is a 289-year-old werewolf who served as the patrol guard's leader. Inside and out, he protected their area. His team always greeted their visitors and kept a close eye on them, ensuring that no one would hurt their packs. Drake Wing's eyesight is good, thus he was assigned to be on guard.

Valaria asked, her own dominant vibes flooded the room letting Ellie know who was in charge, “Well, sweet Panther, I know because it is my job to know,” The gathered members shared a look of confusion all that is except Drake, “She is a Watcher,” Drake added to the conversation, not really adding an explanation to how he knew or what a Watcher actually is, “And what pray tell is a watcher?” Valaria questioned the Dragon-shifter sitting beside her, Drake raised an eyebrow, “The council never told you? A royal without the basic knowledge of the thirteen is like a chef without knowledge of seasoning,”

"But she wouldn't. She protected you. She and my stupid idiot of a brother. They put me in shackles. Laughed at me. Taunted me." "So you ordered the daughter to kill the mother. Did you think that would endear the child to you? Make her into a puppet you could use? Turn her into a knife to cut down your enemies?" Drace asked. For a dragon, her voice was icy. I felt the chill of her words and tone against my skin and shivered. "It should have worked! Everyone in that stupid village worships me. I am the greatest druid this century has ever seen. I'm greater than even Merlin, that doddering old fool."

"I am nobody. I am Elara. I am wolfless. My Alpha rejected me." Drax let out a dark, humorless laugh. It was a terrifying sound, but it wasn't directed at me. He looked toward the direction of Silver Creek, his eyes narrowing into slits of pure malice. He reached into his coat and pulled out a thick blanket made of heavy wool. He wrapped it around my shivering shoulders, tucking the ends in to trap the heat. "Wolfless?" he repeated, shaking his head. "Is that what those fools told you? That you were empty?"

he said with hesitation. Surprised by the Alpha having a druid wolf since most druids were banned by the Moon Council due to their mystical qualities, I pinched my mouth. “Druid wolves are banned, Austin. How does your dad have one staying at his home?” Growing uncomfortable, his eyes darted away from me as he sat down on the couch and exhaled. Peering over at me, he sighed and said, “Can I trust you, Eva? I mean with something that absolutely no one can know?”

"How dare you even imply that my mate is a human? "It's Gwyddion, the druid," someone said in a fearful voice from beside me. "He never speaks unless it's very serious. If he says she's his mate, there might be some truth to it." I could vaguely remember what a druid was. Someone like a Celtic priest, but in some werewolf mythology could be some sort of a wizard. How I wish I had paid more attention during my classes. The druid looked up at the alpha without flinching. I could see a hint of a smile on his face, a clear indication he had no fear for him.

One of the elders said. "I'd do it! I'd avenge my mum's death even if it means I'd die!!!" She said out of hatred and anger. The elders smiled at her. "Good of you child" "But there's someone who came to the Kingdom today, my powers were useless on him, he said he's Jason, he's a druid" Gwendolyn said The elders looked at each other and then faced her back. "He's a Legendary druid, he won't do anything, you don't worry" The elders assured.

He growled pointing a finger at her, "I'm sure you are the reason behind this. I believe that I made a lot of contributions to the werewolf kingdom and everyone here can attest to that. I almost died on the battlefield several times and the soldiers I led suffered numerous casualties. But you, a woman, who has never had all that, wants to treat me as an equal? I have an explanation for all this because this is absolute rubbish!" "She is Doris, the Goddess of War!" I suddenly blurted out disclosing a part of Doris' identity. "And as a werewolf who had defeated the moon wolf, her strength is enough to gain her respect." "You don't mean it?" Drake started laughing like what I had just said was

Blake nodded that would explain the shock last night somewhat. "Like I told you once already I have vioatale moods when I am extermely aroused but also when I am very mad. My druidry goes beyond just the capablity that those who are not born into would be allowed. I am a Gendopagan, or master druid, if I so chose. My clan as it runs now are all pure. Shelly, Sasha, and Carson we drink blood and even though we don't need the sexually pleasure I chose to because to me it makes the blood sweeter."

“Cephalothorax.” The explanation fell flat, and Jeff found it hard to cover his disappointment. “I know that.” He rolled up his shirt sleeves and revealed his arms. “But look. It’s happening all over!” He started pulling down his pants to inspect the most recent changes from his encounter with Preston, but Mr. Drake stopped him. “Okay, okay. I believe you,” he said, waving his hand. “No need to further undress.” Jeff stopped fussing with his clothes and threw his arms up. “What the hell is happening to me? I’m turning into a goddamn spider!” The extraordinary circumstances merited some explicit language, even if it was in the presence of a teacher.