Novel & Cerita Drake Inquisitormaster

“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

At the majesty in front or at what Master was saying. " Incredible.... Body weapon... Draco has unlocked the hidden treasures in our realm.... Truly exceptional.... "

Drake is a monster. “I’m here to compile what is mine. He beamed when I looked into your eyes, I could no longer compromise my happiness of possessing you under me. Have you screamed and moaned out my name?" “What is yours?" I asked, whirling to get up on my feet. He giggled at me. “Your torso, of course. All your body is meant for me, little slave.” “My body is meant only for me,” I answered back. “Uh…” Mr. Drake’s voice came out low as he gave me a nasty, evil chuckle. “Does it seem you have forgotten who your master was? Do you want me to help you recall everything?”

“Grandmaster, I already thought of a way. I must return to the mansion to see and be with my children. I don’t know what is happening to them now. If Sandra is treating them well. This way, I can also know who is backing her, because I can observe her every move.” “If that is your decision, I will allow you. But always remember, I am here if something bad happens to you. I will secretly send Drako to you. You can only talk to him at night because it is dangerous during the day. He is a top assassin whom I subjected to intense training for a long time. He is one of my trusted assassins in Aerie. Whenever you need something, you know how to call him.” Amarah cried and immediately embraced Gran

"Not really." The other drake's laugh is a short, harsh bark as he takes a seat on the deck. "Oh, you have misjudged me. I am doing all of this for the crown, you see. I have a mission for you, one that only you can do, but it requires your cooperation and trust. Can I trust you, Primus?" Growling, I take another large bite of bread. "No," I grunt. "I plan on slicing you open as soon as I get free of the box so that I can throw your dying corpse at the false queen's feet."

“You know I don't do things without proofs, elders. I would have waged a war again Seat of Trace for a while but I respect our rules and I didn't want to stir up trouble at all. But that was the last straw.” The elders whispered to themselves as they looked at those two already captured. Drake walked over to them with his iPad and bowed, loud enough for everyone to hear, he said. “I am Drake Apex, the soon to be ruler of Seat of Apex. I have confessions from those the elders of my seat captured already.” Drake said, handing them the iPad and they watched before handing it back to Drake with a nod.