Drake Inquisitormaster Novels & Stories

Argentum said in teasing manner “I am Prince you evil women… do you want your prince to accept his defeat…? huh?” Draco argued back and tried to free hinself, on other hand all other teen Dragon ‘s were encouraging them both to fight including their training master , master Mossace… “Hahahah…. my prince you forgot…. your Draphidrmia still pending….. (Draphidrmia is a ritual which is performed in Dragon realm among royal Dragon which is equal to coronation)… but me… I am already hired as your first in line chief commanding officer..” Argentum said proudly

The intense, nonstop thrusting of his thick, big, and hard throbbing cock deep insde my cave, which was already causing my pussy to release some type of hot liquid down my thighs. My ears perked up abruptly upon hearing Mignight’s loud but hesitant voice. “Master, there's something I've been meaning to tell you.... about Drake,” Drake?

Elaina’s voice strengthened by his presence, she glanced at him gratefully and said “This is Drake, he is the dragon Xavier captured. He has taken his estrus to build a powerful weapon that will reign terror on everyone” Now the reaction was undeniable, the women exchanged stiff looks. Whispers began, it was low and urgent. Drake held their gaze firmly and he said. “Half my power is with him and he is ready to do the worse with it” The silver-haired woman stepped closer, studying him with renewed intensity. “You expect us to believe this?” “You can feel it, powerful magicians can always tell the difference” Drake replied quietly. He was right, they could. “He intends to use what he stole, no

Drake had always known how to enter a room. Not loudly. Not with force. He entered the way rot entered wood. Quiet. Patient. Certain that everything would eventually give. The runes along the chamber walls pulsed brighter as he stepped closer, responding to him the way they never responded to Lucas or Jake. That alone told me more than any confession could have. “You planned this,” I said, keeping my voice steady even as my pulse thundered. “The elders. The healer. The priest. You let them believe they were in control.”

That made my heart pause. “You saw Drake practicing dark magic?” “Yes.” “When?” “Several nights ago. I followed him.” “Why would you…?” “Because something didn’t sit right with me. He’d come to ask for help to remove you. The way he spoke… it wasn’t just ambition. It was desperation, like he needed to become Alpha now. I was curious. So I tracked him.” I rubbed a hand down my face. “And you saw…?” “A cave,” he said. “Deep in the woods. He lit black candles. Drew blood sigils on the ground. Spoke in a language I’ve never heard before.”

“So… this is the new submissive?” The words cut through the quiet air like a blade—slick, arrogant, and laced with something darker. Jasmine froze mid-step. Her head turned slowly, and there he stood. Tall, poised, with raven-dark hair, the same commanding stance that mirrored a reflection of her master. Her Jerakd, but it wasn’t Jerald. Not even close.

Drake's knife-like gaze was directed at Frank, saying, "No laughing allowed." Frank's expression changed instantly. He became solemn. Drake looked at Thorne anxiously and said, "Master, I didn't provoke her. I haven't even seen her a few times. I don't know why she would do this. Isn't she harming me? Please stand up for me." Thorne was speechless. He suddenly felt that he had not programmed love into Drake initially, making this intelligent robot with an IQ of 180 act like a fool when it came to matters of love.

“I want him to beg for it. I want him on his knees asking me to end it. And I will sit right here and make him wait as long as I want.” Both men laughed. “The Young Master is always one step ahead,” one of them said. They settled back into their seats. Drake glanced at his watch. No rush. He leaned back in his chair and took a slow drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke out quietly. He could hardly wait for the person on that phone to come..

Drake stands in his office, rage and fury fill his once blue eyes. “WHERE IS SHE!?” His voice echos threw his mansion his beta Jordan stands in the doorway “we don’t know alpha, you sent those lone wolves after she could be dead”. He stares at him “they knew to bring her body back to claim the rest of their reward, they never came back!!” Jordan stares “she was a servant why do you want her back she’s worthless” Drake moves across the room standing in-front of Jordan “because she is mine…she is my mate” his voice softens so only Jordan hears those words. Jordan’s eye open wide “we will find her alpha.” Jordan turns to leave to Make a search party.

Just the scuff of boots over gravel and ash, four distinct sets of steps, one after the other, echoing through the ruins like the damnation they always believed me to be. I didn’t move. Kept carving the final rune into the wall with the blood-slick edge of my palm. The stone pulsed under my fingers, hungry for more. It took pieces of me as I fed it, pieces I’d never get back. Maybe that was the price. Maybe I was the price. The first to step into the hollow was Ronan Draxmere. Of course it was. His presence hit me like old war drums. That same lupine snarl beneath the surface, the same scent of frost and pine bark and dominance. He didn’t look like he’d come for peace. And I sure as hell was