Baron Draxum Rottmnt Novels & Stories

I’ve killed someone too and I’m not above doing it again. “What’s his name? I can take care of myself, William. What. Is. His. Name?” “Drako. Drako Torrance. First man in Manhattan to become CEO at the age of eighteen. Vicious, ruthless, rumored to have ties with the mafia. The guy works alone and it’s hard to get an audience with him. He hates the Winchesters too, no idea why. All I know is, he works alone and he’s the last person you should work with.”

“Who presents this newest member to the pack?” Richard asked as he stood on the dais. The pack members were all seated at the tables and I stood next to Kiran. “I, Kiran Sinclair, Alpha of the Southern Alaskan Pack,” he answered. “Present your member to the pack,” Richard said to him. “I present Levi Montgomery Sinclair, son of Georgina Sinclair, taken at the age of two and raised human and unaware, born of the Southern Alaskan pack under Female Alpha Georgina Sinclair,” Kiran said.

Vane, who had apparently gotten bored of guarding the merchants, had joined them, firing from behind a statue of the First Merchant. "A little help here!" Vane yelled, ducking as a plasma bolt took the head off the statue. "They're getting close!" Drax’s golden walker stomped up the ramp. The ground shook with every step. "Viper!" Drax roared, scanning the area with his red optical sensors. "Come out and die like a Prince!" Tristan stood up from behind a marble planter. "You’re loud, Drax!" Tristan shouted, walking into the open. "Compensating for something?"

Both Robert and I agreed and it has been first-rate spending greater time with my quality friend. As for Chase's pack... they buried him and had a small provider earlier than Terry's cousin Drax came to take over. Troy and Terry interviewed humans and talked to the pack about it earlier than they chose someone. It seems like Drax will be a exquisite leader... although it isn't difficult to beat Chase on that. Drax is also hoping to discover a mate in the pack considering the fact that he has had no good fortune discovering one yet. "Hi Lu" I heard Troy walk in as he positioned a mild kiss on my cheek. "How did your day go?" He asked as he wrapped his hands around my shoulders.

-Cherie- I don’t want to turn around because I know I’m going to crumble into little pieces in front of the man I did not want to meet so soon. But I mustered up my strength to face the absolute legend, Alpha Kai Volkov. Even in his old age, the man looks like a powerhouse. I see where Creed gets his stature from because this man is massive - I feel dwarfed just looking up at him! Wearing a black t-shirt and jeans with combat boots, he seems awfully at ease. His long blonde hair, now silver, is braided down his back, crow's feet and wrinkles marr his face but he doesn’t seem like an elderly man.

to rule. You will do the same thing if you wish to take your fathers place Rex, it is magical law that none can rule this place if they are not proven worthy. The first to prove this was a Fae from Valen called Dexus Umbra. He ruled for many years before power and greed poisoned eventually his heart and he started to bring forth ideas of starting to try and claim lands outside of Dracoterrum, if it was not for your great grandfather’s intervention, he may have succeeded in convincing the other lords. He challenged Dexus to a duel, Dexus had become sloppy with each passing year and he lost to him, Dractus Magnus cut him down. He then entered the veil of choosing and was successful. Seeing ho

A battered iron cart rolled around the corner, and Draxen stepped out, his scarred head completely bare and his mismatched armor hanging loosely over his massive frame. "Look at the pretty little omega," Draxen leered, his yellow eyes tracking the sway of Michaels' hips. "Did the supreme leader give you a good breeding before he sent you out to buy your freedom?" "Here is the silver, Draxen," Michaels spat, hurling the heavy satchel at the enforcer's feet. "No formal greeting for an old friend?" "Count the bars and send the confirmation rune to Varek Grimclaw immediately," Michaels demanded, his claws extending slightly as his inner wolf bristled with aggression.

Rex said hesitantly, counting the horses, then his companions, “But we seem to be one beast short?” “I have realised Kiri will travel in the locket you have,” Smarluuten hissed, waving to Rex’s neck, “But for you, I have something more worthy of your higher blood station.” Rex’s head cocked slightly, then went to confused as Smarluuten’s massive maw split into a broad grin, showing off his many rows of teeth. He was about to say something to the drakken when Smarluuten’s throat bulged out, and then a strange hissing, an almost wheezing sound emanated through vertical slits running down his neck.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

He hadn't been near her in his human state, so they had no idea how he would react. Would his wolf demand to be set free? They'd hoped to have this meeting in a more private setting for this exact reason, but now it was out of their control. Delores opened the door, and the red-haired woman strode in. She came to an abrupt halt when she saw Brodi and Finn standing with her boss. One man had dark, almost black hair and golden eyes unlike anything Liv had ever seen. They were striking. The other man, however, commanded the room. He was huge, towering over both of the other men. He was dressed like most of the locals in a long-sleeve, button down shirt and jeans but the rest of him was anything