Drake Fantasy Creature Novels & Stories

Blake suggested. “We were thinking of the same. Have you contacted Drake about a formation between here and the Small World?” Ling stated and then asked. “Drake? The Eastern Dragon? I never asked his name. I waited for him to introduce himself, so his name is Drake, good name.” Blake said, thinking he was an idiot. If he needed a formation to transport from here to the Small World, it would be easy for the Phoenix and Dragon. They created his ability to travel to the Small World. “I’m an idiot.”

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

The next morning after a sleepless night of tossing in bed unable to clear the thought of Ellie from her mind Stacy walked into the conference room where Mal, Ellie, Valaria and Drake were waiting, funnily enough Drake was a Dragon-shifter, he joined the Pack about a month ago after hearing of Dominic and Valaria’s mating, he was the son of the Ice Queen and a very devout follower of her teachings, but like most Dragons, he has a curious and rebellious nature, Drake’s particular rebellion of choice was to join The All Kinds Pack and become their advisor to all things Preternatural, beside Mal, Drake was the oldest being in the Pack, he had seen more Preternatural events than the entire Pack

"You're gonna wish it was." At that moment a big shadow appeared behind me. I turned around and was met face-to-face with a hideous dragon. It was red and black, the kind you see only in nightmares. Drake noticed it too and went pale. The dragon laughed and went at Drake. He screamed and proceeded down the green field, the dragon in his wake. The creature kept running after him and Drake ran, his hands going every-which-way. "How's it going, Drake?" Kenneth shouted at him.

The wind at the summit of the Obsidian Hatchery didn’t just howl; it screamed with the frequency of a dying world. High above the fortress, where the air was thin enough to taste of stars and ancient frost, the Great Drakes of the Obsidian Peak stirred in their stone nests. These were not the dragons of myth, but primordial, fur-clad behemoths—half-wolf, half-serpent, with wings of leathery shadow that spanned thirty feet. They were the "Shadow-Stalkers," beasts that had served the High Alphas since the First Dawn, and they only answered to the resonance of a Hallowed Command.

White wolves were supreme to other supernatural beings, but that was until a dark sorcerer, DrakoenDrakoen, made a move for their incredible power. Drakoen is a formidable being consumed by all evil. He is the embodiment of all that is evil. He wants to be more powerful than anything living. He wanted the collective power of the White Wolves, which would make him untouchable and the ruler of the world. The white wolves could not let such power fall into corrupted hands. They made a sacrifice to kill themselves to die along with their power. They could not take the risk of fighting with him and losing to him because he had an army of creatures who pledged their allegiance to him.

"I just thought that he would give me a chance to make things. To create things. Beings. Living, breathing beings that could move and talk and live. So I agreed. I don't want power, you know. I just want to be recognized as a creator. You know, I even tried to revive Benjamin. I thought that the Great Leader would like that." I swallow hard. "And what happened?" Drake cracks a smile. "Well, we had a breakthrough. We learned that you can't make something out of nothing. But a good foundation can make... anything." I don't know what he means by that. Or at least, I don't want to recognize what he meant by that. Because right now, my brain is interpreting it as recycling dead bodies to make...

Angel then disappears from in front of him. Drake then pushes forward out of the little crater and into the air. He is now pulsating with great power. He starts to glow an eerie red and black color. The power makes a giant red sphere around him. When he breaks out of it he has been transformed into a giant powerful jet black wolf with blood-red eyes. He then starts his brutal attack on the Whitlock monsters. All the while hearing his master explain their story.

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

, she raised a brow. “No that’s an ass but forget it”, Dragomir replied. He made even more shapes which she kept on trying to identify, “Is that a book? A bird!” He paused, “Okay for my big finish and the most beautiful of all my works, permit me to show you this…” He moved his hand until a large amount of water was suspended in the air and he gradually turned it into… “A horse, that’s a horse!”, She squealed. “This is not any kind of horse, this is a stallion, one we both love. This is Fury…”, he said.