Drake Inquisitormaster Novels & Stories

“You should listen to Grandpa this time, Kayson. Judging from the fact that it’s a department that governs all the fighters in this world, it must be pretty powerful.” Kayson shook his head. “I won’t change my mind.” As they were talking, someone appeared at the entrance. Kayson turned his head around and frowned when he realized that this man was actually a grandmaster. Drake walked in and looked at Kayson. He said, “I’m Drake Thompson, captain for Admiralporium’s second division.” Zachary and his granddaughter’s expressions changed.

Draco had not found the mastermind since he missed the right time to investigate the issue. Draco had a feeling it was one of his mafia lords, but he couldn't be sure since they were like a brotherhood and he was their leader. Even though he knew some of them wanted to rebel and he had put measures in place so that even if they decided to betray him, it would be like using a double-edged sword, both sides were deadly.

Jackson, leaning forward with keen interest, interrupted, “Does it happen instantly? Or does it take time?” Shaking his head with a mysterious expression, Dragon replied, “There’s no fixed rule. Sometimes, the feeling is immediate and powerful. Other times, it’s gradual, like slowly discovering a missing piece of yourself.” But Jerry, not entirely satisfied with the answer, gave Dragon a challenging look. Suddenly, he asked a question that was like a stone dropped into still water: “And you, Dragon? Who is your mate?”

Drake scoffed, "You think I'm clueless? That was just a disguise to mislead you. They are mainly after you. I have plenty of enemies, but none of them can beat me. If there were someone like that, I would've found out by now." Debra rolled her eyes. "Come on! Stop bragging. If you were so capable, you wouldn't be in this mess. You wouldn't have had to smash your machines and bring them here yourself." Drake was about to explode, but Debra continued, "If you're so confident, let's make a bet. Let's see who can find the mastermind first. What do you say?" "You're on," Drake agreed. Debra extended a hand. Drake glanced at it, puzzled. "What's this?"

- Acid mastery skill .... Can you at least give me some time to test out my powers!??? sigh.. might as well postpone my hunting for later. I completely forgot I even had a quest. the new quest doesn't seem too appetizing... a drake? if I remember correctly isn't it some type of a dragon? You want me to take down a freaking dragon? Moreover a Dragon King?? I have evolved but my strength is miles away from some dragon king, I can tell you that.

One elf began to kneel before Drake, followed by all the others, declaring their defeat. Drake then transforms into his human form. His whole body was covered in blood and part of it had turned blue from the poison. "Your Honour!" cried the remaining dragons. Drake raised his hand, stopping those who wanted to approach. With a limp he drew closer to Altar who was still struggling with his spell. "Anna..." said Drake in front of June's body. He supported himself by placing one hand on the nearby stone table. His eyes glanced at Alarick, asking him to keep chanting the incantations non-stop.

I same same untrustworthiness towards Ryker and his words but few gain's are present from assisting him. Am after the gain's alone which remains the alpha throne, nothing more. "T..th... thanks alot" Ryker reluctantly mumbles. I chuckle. "Drake is eager and impatient to acquire the alpha's throne so he'd already informed the council elders of his mates discovering meaning he may be crowned tomorrow or the day after". "Just be prepared!" Ryker warns, I nod. Ryker really is serious to sabotage his master's perfect, long desired and finally achieved master plan.

“You should listen to Grandpa this time, Kayson. Judging from the fact that it’s a department that governs all the fighters in this world, it must be pretty powerful.” Kayson shook his head. “I won’t change my mind.” As they were talking, someone appeared at the entrance. Kayson turned his head around and frowned when he realized that this man was actually a grandmaster. Drake walked in and looked at Kayson. He said, “I’m Drake Thompson, captain for Admiralporium’s second division.” Zachary and his granddaughter’s expressions changed.

Drake was tall and the moment he was able to walk again, he also started training again to develop his muscles the way they are now. “I think this is your mom’s secret haven,” I said. “Wait, my mom’s what?” he asked confused. “These are your mom’s journals,” I said as I pointed to the shelves, “I haven’t had the time to read all of them.” I walked over to the table where the journal where she thinks that I was a mage. Drake took it and read it. After he finished reading he looked at me, his eyes filled with excitement. “Maybe there are answers here,” he exclaimed and I smiled back at him.

He goes into a relaxed stance but it's still stiff as a board. Drake looks at my bloody towel. "Please tell me you got something." I leaned against a bookshelf across from Drake's desk and cross my feet, still wiping my fingers. "Oh, I got something, but you're not going to like it." Drake leans back in his chair and rubs his forehead. "Report." He sighed. I put my hands down on the bookshelf. "It's the Dragons. Specifically, Karver." I glance between Drake and River.