The Druid Jeff Wheeler Novels & Stories

Wanda asked. “I am Alpha Joseph Druid of Moonlight Pack. This is my son Rowen Druid, future Alpha of Moonlight pack. Along with his mate, and future Luna, Chastity Bloomfield.” My father stated. “It’s about time you showed up. Leaving your mate the way you have is wrong, and against our belief system in every way. How can you abandon your mate the way you have, and believed some liar over her?” Wanda snapped at me. “I’m sorry, but what? My mate is seated right beside me. Fiona Goldrind is not, and has NEVER been my mate!” I growled.

Layla's POV: The last few lectures have been about things such as werewolves, witches, and vampires. The Professor has also spoken in depth about the history of Draphend and its association with the supernatural. I am eager to learn more about these beings, hoping to find out more about myself as well as the Draven family. The night Mr Draven hired me he told me of the family's secret. They are vampires. He assured me I was in no danger as they fulfill their thirst for blood on animals. For some strange reason I felt at ease as soon as I entered the Draven manor. I willingly accepted the job and since then I have been reading and studying as much as I can on vampires.

The doctor looked very confused as his gaze shifted from the deer to me. “What? Your skills are too good to be used on a deer?” I asked him, my eyes seething with anger so he could know that I meant what I was saying. “Of course not, Alpha Damien,” he said, his nervousness reflecting in his voice, “my trade however is to heal werewolves, I know nothing about the composition of deers and…” “If you cannot even treat a deer then you deserve to die,” I said matter-of-factly. “Your Majesty, I…”

That was one of the most popular clubs, for a long time I haven't been here especially after I became the Alpha and was preoccupied with a lot of things. "Look who decided to run from his duty" As the familiar voice echoed through my ear once more, a smile danced on my lips, that could only be Jeff. He was my friend and the owner of many clubs and bars in the territory. Most of my pack members came here as well but Jeff was not friendly to most of them since they would come to make trouble and break his bottles, others would prefer to fight just to reveal how strong he was. Jeff was the werewolf who hunted werewolves, he hated some of them due to their violent arrogant nature. They think the

Allena's mother and Selma bustled about, setting the table, while the brothers cleared space for everyone to sit. The first to notice me was the Druid–an aged man with a long, white beard that reminded me of Gandalf. He wore a white linen robe adorned with a gold-colored cloak, an image of contrasting simplicity and opulence. Iona explained that Druids held a privileged position, acting as healers, teachers, and mediators. "You've recovered remarkably well," he said, his gaze sharp. "Last night, I warned your father you might not wake for months." I managed a weak smile and took the seat next to Devin, directly across from the Druid. His gaze lingered on me as he offered a small vial.

I said briskly. Nadine's response was to sit up straight and ignore the question. I looked at the High Priest Lion and then walked out of there with my heart racing. When I got to my office, Jackson was waiting for me there, and I looked at him with surprise. “Drago hasn't left his mountain in decades,” Jackson said. There was no way Drago was linked to Nadine. “Thank you.” “I know who the other men in the drawing are,” Jackson said, and my eyebrows rose. “A few years ago, a wolf took the guardian test, but he didn't advance because he was injured. His name is Connor Devereux. He's an Alpha now.”

"I look festive." "You look like someone who has already decided to do something catastrophically stupid and is doing their makeup to delay the conversation about it." I set down the eyeliner and turned to face him. Drake Valcoin, ancient vampire, only male Divine Warrior in recorded history, Council Elder, and the man who had literally pulled my soul back from the Neverplain, looked genuinely worried. Not the performative concern he used in Council chambers. The real kind, the kind that lived behind his eyes when he thought no one was paying close enough attention to catch it. I was always paying attention.

“They’re Druids. Or in this since, were. According to the text, they are extinct. Killed in some massive war against the witches.” “Druids?” I asked, hoping he would explain. “Yes, druids were spell casters who drew their power from nature. According to,” he searched the piles of books again for another one. “Ha! This one!” He flipped it open and searched through the pages with both excitement and determination on his face, and stopped on a passage. “Druids were considered protectors of the natural world.They were known for having a deep connection to animals and plants and they have the ability to shapeshift into animal forms.” They didn’t seem all that bad.

When Kiera lit him on fire, that fire first consumed the plants and then consumed him before he broke the spell and returned to his human or druidic form. The fool wouldn’t answer questions, but that didn’t matter. He was his mother’s son and a druid himself; he suspected what he needed to look up for a better understanding of what this fool did to himself. Walt Graves couldn’t get past the stupidity of this druid’s actions. He chose to do it to himself instead of to another. The druid didn’t hold his or anyone else’s lives in very high esteem. Walt could guarantee anyone he spoke to about him.

"Okay, I'm looking for an amulet with a glowing blue gem and its owner." "The owner could be a druid. They are the only ones who can cast spells and control amulets." "Druids?" I repeated, frowning hard in confusion. "Did you just hear yourself, Geoffrey?" "I wouldn't be surprised if they are back, Alpha Kaloyan." Dread sank my heart. My father had thought his methods were successful, but they were in Eastmoon all over again. The ones who hated werewolves the most had returned.