Drake Demon Novels & Stories

He handed me card, "That's his business card.He might have a job opening for you" "Thanks so much Sir.I will definitely contact him..." "Can you excuse me please, I need to use the washroom..." They all nodded and continued talking among themselves.I walked gracefully like I was heading to the washroom and dashed out the moment Matt and Josh were distracted.I ran to the parking lot like my life depended on it and found Drake seated on top of his car bonnet gulping down the bottle of whisky he was holding.His shirt was untucked, the zip of his pants open and his coat was lying lazily beside him.

“What about your family, but wait, do demons even have family?” “Yes, even a demon like me has a family. There is not much to talk about them. My mother is Agrat Bat Mahlat, and she’s a succubus. My father is the former king of hell known as Crowley, and I do have some brothers as well, but I’m only close to two of them.” I’m not even sure why I felt a need to answer her question about a family that means little to me, nor do I understand why this question came out of my mouth.

“It will be. Because this time, we won’t face it alone.” I guess Drake isn’t the real enemy. He is a vessel. The demons are back.

,I wish Drake never birthed or died during child birth. Wrong bestowing and wishing one evil but he's freaking devious and annoying. His selfish gain's and profits are he's freaking desires, nothing else. Expenses at which they're earned are his least worries,he's such a selfish bitch. Impossible believing himself and Damien were both raised and nurtured by same mom. He's such an earthly devil. Leaning spine crashed on the bed,silent tears trickle down my face. Contacting Damien within the next few days is impossible,all thanks and gratitude to hearth stone Drake.

Rather, the smile plastered on his face made me think he actually knew something was about to go on. "I, Drake Douglas, Second in command and Beta of the Blood Moon Pack, would like to take Demiana Ranskahov to be my mate in front of all of you to witness!" Drake announced boldly however the pack fell silent. Damien didn't move an inch and the expression in his face never changed, even as Drake went to took Demiana's hand and brought her up to the stage.

Before he could strike, The Demon applauded Apex’s abilities as a warrior and a fellow berserker only the strong shall be recognized while the weak shall become their stepping stone to even greater power. The lesser demon raised his weapon against the beast proclaiming his strength as he said with pride. "I am Draxor the kingslayer, these livestock are nothing lesser than a stepping stone to even greater feats of power. I ask you on behalf of the northern king for you to join us in our conquest of true power!” The Demon boasted. Apex offered no words to speak as he spitted at the demon’s offer wasting no time he punched Draxos in the chest with enough force to destroy two dozen mountains at

They stood and slammed their fists over their hearts. “Seralyn!” they chanted in unison. My chest tightened. I bowed my head. “Thank you.” I straightened, nodding toward Draken. “This is Draken. Yes, he’s a demon. Yes, he’s been imprisoned for two hundred years. And yes, if it weren’t for him, we’d all be fucking dead.” More gasps. “He saved us. He had no reason to. He could have vanished into the shadows. But he didn’t. He chose to fight beside us. That deserves a chance.”

I said and she shrieked. "W-wait!" "I'm waiting" I said. "I-I don't know his name b-but I've only met his assistant who seems to know you so well. It's almost like you two were once friends" She said and I frowned, confused. "T-Theo...." Dev said and I turned to look at what she was looking at. A Drax demon. One of the deadliest kind. Barza grabbed the opportunity and freed herself from my hold. Just before she vanished from sight, she said..."See you later"

Draken. *Merisbeth, The Demon Clan* Draken walked into his veranda, a goblet of wine in his hand. He'd been drinking like he always did. Even while in the courtroom, in a meeting with the Oldborns, Draken was drinking. He never loved running short of wine or ale. He could vaguely remember the Oldborns telling him to quit whatever agenda he had in toppling the lord of Abbator over occupying the Ice Throne. The demons were never born to rule Bloomington. Only the Throne family according to what the Ice pact dictated.

“I won’t suck you dry after I fuck you.” Oh, boy. What crass words. “Then what the hell are you?” I intended to clarify it quickly. Better now than any other day, right? “Hm, you said so yourself. I came from Hell, An..dre..ahh.” He released his right hand from my waist and then stroked his thumb along my parted lips. He licked his own to wet it, no doubt desperate and eager to claim my mouth. And I happen to like seeing it. “I am a demon," he said, his voice without humor, telling me he was just joking. My world immediately shrunk.