Novel & Cerita Drake Inquisitormaster

I pulled the oversized hoodie tighter around my shivering, bruised frame, forcing myself to hold his stare despite the wild trembling in my hands. "And your precious team?" Drake cackled, clutching his arm tight to stem the dark crimson flow. "Good luck winning shit without one of your best fighters! I know every strategy, every play, every weakness. I’ll snitch all your tactics to the rival packs. Good luck winning!" Creed didn't grant him the dignity of a response. He stood like an immovable mountain between us, his cold, golden eyes watching Drake with absolute, lethal detachment. Realizing he was completely powerless, Drake turned his lethal glare toward his trembling Northern partner.

“Your proposal of ‘mastery’ or your proposal of ‘prisoner of destiny’?” “Both are intertwined,” he said, leaning back, crossing his arms. He was studying me, trying to read my intentions. Don't give him anything. “Drake focused on control, on containment. He saw your power as a wildfire to be tamed. I see it as a nuclear reactor, capable of immense, controlled destruction. You need to learn how to wield that, not just cage it.”

"After I found out your purpose for moving, I researched all the packs here. Judging from its reputation, Pack Houghton is the one that often makes trouble, especially their Alpha, Drake Radley. According to my confidant, he's always been obsessed with werewolves with healing abilities because they're so rare. And just now he learned that you are the owner of that ability. I'm sure he'll make a move sooner or later. So I want to warn you now. Don't go near him." "Jude, I don't understand what you mean. What does Drake have to do with my parents?" "You once said that you heard one of the assassins say that they were looking for a 'healer', and that was you, right? I think now you can connect

As soon as he was allowed in, he headed to where Xaden was tied up. “Xaden, right?” “Yes, and you are?” Xaden spoke, wondering why a new entity was in here. “I’m Drake, Logan's newly-found tracker.” “Oh, I see. He left here not too long. Why would you be here?” “You know, while being able to track scents gives one a sense of achievement and pride, it's beginning to give me a headache here, and that's because of you.” “What do you mean?” Xaden questioned in bafflement.

Dominic had been pacing the length of his chambers for several minutes when a firm knock sounded at the door. He stopped abruptly. “Come in.” The heavy wooden door opened, and Elder Orion stepped inside. The elderly healer bowed respectfully before lifting his head. “You sent for me, Your Majesty.” “Yes,” Dominic motioned toward the door. “Close it.” Without asking questions, Orion obeyed. The latch clicked softly into place, sealing the room in silence. When he turned back, Dominic was already pacing again, one hand pressed against his temple. The worst of the headache had passed, but the memory of what had happened at River Rock refused to leave him.

His palm was burning with metabolic heat as he leaned his massive weight down, his lips inches from her face— Knock, knock. Drake breached the perimeter of the room with a sudden, sharp interruption. Dominic’s hand froze mid-motion. Turning his head with a slow, freezing calculation, his dark gaze locked onto the intruder at the threshold. "Your data packet had better justify this disruption." Drake maintained a strict, unaligned line of sight, navigating the tyrant's lethal focus with disciplined composure. Stepping forward with rapid strides, he extended both hands to present a heavy, dark envelope. The card was compressed absolute matte-black, its borders sealed with an embossed gold fili

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

Drake makes a thunderous howl as he sees the leader of the Hunters hurt Emily again and again with a metal chain. 'Drake. . . let them hurt me,' Emily entered his mind again. 'Let them torture me. . . just run away from the forest, save yourself,' Emily added weakly. 'No! Stop commanding me, Emily! That's not the only thing you get from me once I bring you back to the mansion!' he sounded mad, with no emotions at all. Drake killed the hunter mercilessly. He didn't let them escape from his raging eyes. He keeps on beheading those hunters who tried to get his way.

Barely breaking through a level would already be considered remarkable. The matter of the Immortal Fate had always been a sore point for Drake; it lingered in his mind, taunting him. Thus, upon returning to Thundlight, Drake consumed the Dragon Pill provided by the elders of his clan, inheriting their majestic power, which enabled him to smoothly break through to level nine paragon. Later, upon receiving the letter from the Primordial Sacred Land, Drake did not hesitate for a moment and promptly accepted the offer. Thus, it was why Drake dared to mock Severin openly in front of so many guests at the Royal Paragon Ceremony.