Drake Demon Novels & Stories

Then I ended the link. The amount of speed in which my Demon instantly appeared in front of us had me rattled. I would never get used to the materialization, but I knew that’s how he traveled on most occasions. Alpha Drake stopped, frozen, in what seemed like fear and anger. I could feel the muscles on his arm flexing at the sight. He was grinding his teeth so loudly I thought they might crack. The silence didn’t last long before Alpha Drake spoke. "Reaver, to what do we owe the pleasure?" The venom was clear in his words. His ridicule was too much because the next thing I knew Alpha Drake was flying across the street and slammed into the house nearby. My Demon then stepped directly in front

~Helen~ The tragic drama occurring in the Drake residence even made me feel pity for Drake and Rick. Selena had just destroyed the excellent reputation of Rick and his innocent husband. Yes, that was my thought for him until that very moment. I never knew Drake could be an evil demon, a vile demon; yes, evil is an understatement. I sighted him in his corridor; he stood still, patiently waiting for our arrival. I did not expect to see him but rather Rick, who is always at home doing only what he knows, leaving his duty as Gamma.

“Then where did the Demons came from?” “They were angels a long time ago. A disciple of God. They were perfect and holy but one angel wants to surpass the God. He wants to become powerful and replaced God that’s why God punished him and dragged him in hell. But this poor angel wants to create a group that’s why he convinced some angels to be with him. Now, they are being called Demon because they always caused trouble and sins and always want to put the human in danger,” But why is Dark Hades different? If he is bad and a demon why would he save me? Why?

Dean smirked softly, amused to see the behavior of these two friends. "No life is as easy as our plan, Lord have their own plan," said Dean. "There is always plan B plan C until plan AA... like the column in excel, after Z there is AA..."' said Ariesta while shrugging. But Dean remains worried. These two friends try to play destiny. But he decided to keep his mouth shut, he was behind the scenes when they needed him, as usual. Now let them cool off their emotions. "Let's have breakfast?" invite Dean.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Alec said, touching his forehead like he caught a headache. I stood up not liking to see Alec this way. It makes me sad. I really hated this demon alpha for doing this to the man I so much care about. "I don't think you need to get so flustered because of this Alpha's letter. Just figure out what to do" I said softly, particularly talking to Alec. "You don't know who we are talking about Jessy. This man is a demon that doesn't care about anyone's life. Whosoever he visits, it's all death so stay out of this" Damion said harshly.

He turns to a big demon and smiles broadly, the demon nods in return. Light. I’m gasping from the whiplash of it all. “Holy h*ll!” “Goddess,” Drake says behind me, his eyes darting all around. “My- my parents gave me up to save me.” “You’re an Alpha, I knew it,” Archer said, still holding onto Beatrix’s hand. I guess he’d seen it all too. “Drake, what was all that?” I asked him softly.

Drake yells, pulling the creature to him and biting into his wrist, putting it to the man’s mouth. “Demetrius? The one we left at your grandfather’s castle?” I ask horrified. That man looked like a distinguished gentleman. This….person, looks like a corpse. The man, Demetrius, latches onto Drake’s wrist, sucking hard. “Leana, I need your blood,” Drake says, not looking away from his friend. I walk slowly toward Drake, not exactly sure what he means that he needs my blood.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

The whole place was a boiling pot of screams and sorrow. Drake neared the black throne of his father in his demon form. A large goat-like figure with horns. Something like that could easily equal the strength of a dragon, Drake thought to himself. It had been a while since Drake let his demon side out on full display. Living among humans didn’t let him indulge in such pleasures anymore.