Drake Inquisitormaster Novels & Stories

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.

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

"Now I want you to really think about what you are going to do, because that was my last warning. I will not tolerate your insolence. Do you want him to die?" I shake my head, my voice low and broken. "Please don't hurt him, I'll obey." he runs his fingers down the side of my face gently, wiping away the tears. "That's a good girl, if you eat this porridge I have bright, I'll unchain you. How about that?" "who are you?" I whisper, looking into his green eyes. he smells like a rogue, but also not like a rogue. It was confusing. "I'm Drax stone. The leader of the rogues, their alpha as some say." He says with pride, "I have allowed myself to build the biggest army that any pack has even seen w

For me to have her death on my hands is not a burden I wish to be. But Sebastian is the Vampire Master, and all in his rule shall do as he asks for if he should even have to dare disobey his command, then you shall have hell to pay. And hell, I am going to pay when he finds out the true result of the spell as it comes to its end. I think I might just find myself come to my end today. …Sebastian POV…

I inhaled shakily and let her presence fill me, not as a monster to be controlled, but as a part of who I was meant to be. The pain began to fade, replaced by something else. Strength. Purpose. Power that felt like coming home. And then— A voice cut through the cavern, cold and furious. "Well, well. I thought I smelled betrayal." My head snapped up, and my blood ran cold. Drake stood at the cavern's entrance, his massive frame blocking out the moonlight. His black eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that made me want to crawl into the ground. Power radiated off him in waves, suffocating the air. Behind him, two of his warriors blocked the exit. Their growls echoed in the stone chamber li

Drake dashed out of the packhouse and went straight for his black armored Lexus SUV. 'Maya! Caden!', Drake called thorough the mind-link. 'Where is Talia!?'

Andre’s smile was static as he replied, “then, surprise.” The tension between them was thick enough to choke on, but before it could escalate, a familiar scent wrapped around me…oud, with an undercurrent of something wild. Drake. He stood at the rope of the huge grand staircase and locked his grey eyes onto mine. Dressed in black from head to toe, he looked every inch the ruthless Alpha—but the shadows under his eyes betrayed his anxiety. Our gazes flashed, and for a heartbeat, the world narrowed to just us…the memory of his hands in my hair, his teeth on my lip, the way he had growled ‘this is not over’ like a vow.

“Let them panic. I want them to remember what it’s like when a snake crawls back into their garden.” --- Somewhere in a dark alley on the south end of the city, Clark stood in front of a broken mirror. He’d washed the blood off. Changed clothes. Looked... normal. But his eyes still burned with vengeance. He picked up the phone. Dialed a number from memory. “Yeah?” a deep voice answered. “It’s me,” Clark said. “Clark?” “You ready to finish what we started?” A pause. “Always.” Clark smiled. “Then let’s destroy William Dray.”

Draco growled. Daemon frowned. "You're reassigning my responsibilities?" "I'm reminding you that we have an intruder." Draco answered back. Daemon grin and said, "The intruder isn't flirting with me." "The Crimson Mistress isn't your assignment." Draco roared. Draven failed to suppress a laugh. "Oh, this is getting entertaining." Daemon looked between Draco and me before a slow, knowing grin spread across his face. "I see." Draco remained expressionless. "You see nothing."