Drake Inquisitormaster Novels & Stories

I watched as Master unfolded his arms and pointed at me. "It was either that or blunt force. What would you rather me do? After she took down the other Assassins she became completely unhinged. You couldn't talk to her to save her life." Master spoke passively, never raising his voice. It was like he had a natural passive aura. Or maybe he just knew Drake well enough to not be afraid of his leaders rage. Either way it was a weird encounter to witness. Drake sighed angrily and motioned for me towards the bed. It was a cot like bed with chains attached to the wall. I eyed him warily, not taking my eyes off of him as I walked to the bed. As I sat, Drake righted the chair that I had toppled him

He handed me card, "That's his business card.He might have a job opening for you" "Thanks so much Sir.I will definitely contact him..." "Can you excuse me please, I need to use the washroom..." They all nodded and continued talking among themselves.I walked gracefully like I was heading to the washroom and dashed out the moment Matt and Josh were distracted.I ran to the parking lot like my life depended on it and found Drake seated on top of his car bonnet gulping down the bottle of whisky he was holding.His shirt was untucked, the zip of his pants open and his coat was lying lazily beside him.

Drake won't give a damn about the person's motivation as long as they are criminals, regardless of how harshly they are judged. The appearance of Dylan, the skilled and powerful general of the kingdom, in particular, is what makes everyone feel afraid. He is the cause of the majority of the kingdom's problems. As a servant who owes a debt to Drake, Dylan has demonstrated that he is loyal to Dylan and is always willing to do anything for Dylan. Those who seek to challenge Drake for the throne should be wary of Dylan because of his strength and intelligence, which together constitute a lethal weapon.

Drake was his proxy when he's out and busy with other companies, Drake stood up and bowed courteously as soon as he walked towards the table. "Good morning Young master!" Drake greeted, still the same cold voice that most employees found charming, girls like it when boys act mysterious, in his case, it's his nature and not just an act, anyway, he was also a trained master in martial artists by the Hill family, according to his father. Marcus nodded and sat on his chair, "How is the company doing? how is Beatrice?" He directly asked, he did not need to hide from Drake anyway, since he knew he has taken liking on her.

Beside her stood Drake, the embodiment of untamed power, his eyes burning with a fierce determination that mirrored her own. Their mission was clear: to seek out the elusive Alpheno, a being of immense power and shrouded in mystery, rumored to be hiding within the confines of the Water Nation. Lyca, with her intimate knowledge of the land and its people, served as their guide, while Drake's formidable strength and unwavering loyalty provided a formidable shield against any who dared to stand in their path.

He then turned to me and asked. “How about you, boy?” I was startled. “Ahmm.. Hawkeye of Dark Knight, 17. Best in operating latest gadgets like surveillance cameras and computers. In charge of infiltrating systems of target enemies. Just call me Miko Chan or better yet, Miko outside. Stargazer’s maintenance leader and Polaris’s waiter. I’m so glad to meet you JD-hyung! Oh, I mean, Black Dragon.” I nervously said offering my hand to him. His smile widens and accepts it.

The attitudes of businessmen and mafia such as cunning, deceit, and manipulation, as well as power struggles, gang feuds, he had seen and experienced all of them himself. And the most terrifying of them all is the one who has everything. Money, power, and connections, but remains calm, just like a crocodile swimming in water that does not cause any ripples. So quiet, yet so deadly. That's how he see him, Zachary Dawson. The young master, who will soon inherit all of his father and grandfather's property and will have the title of Master Dawson. What he admires about Zachary Dawson is his tenacity, commitment and intelligence. He seems so perfect. That's what makes him scary in the eyes of hi

Kiran said and Malachi chuckled. We went down to the basement and the men made a circle around me. In a corner stood Marcus next to a table with his equipment already unpacked. A shiver went down my spine at the thought of shifting into a wolf in a few hours. “Levi Sinclair, step forth and be presented,” Richard said. I took a step forward and Kiran moved with me, taking a step forward out of the circle of men. “I, Kiran Sinclair, Alpha of the Southern Alaskan Pack present your future Alpha Zeta, Levi Sinclair, to receive his mark and emerge as a man.” There were nine loud claps in unison.

"I... I am the one who made him possible. I'm the one who made it all possible. All the Rogues that you fought. All the ones in the warehouse you claimed looked and acted different... I made them. The Great Leader saw my potential and he let me have a free reign in his mission. He used my knowledge and my skills to make himself what he is now. It's a shame that I didn't get to see it." My blood goes cold. Really cold. To the point of freezing. I feel like they're all clogged up in my veins. I look at Drake and all my attempts to believe that things are not what they seem they vanish in an instant. This is what he really is. This is really what he always was. A traitor and a cheat, a wild mad

"What do I do?" "You train," Drake said. "I know a man in the Ivy District. A specialist in... unorthodox mental and physical disciplines. He can teach you how to weaponize what you are. If you’re going to lead this family until Nathan gets back, you have to be the most dangerous person in the room." "Nathan will lose his mind if he finds out," I whispered. "Let him," Drake shrugged. "At least he’ll have a husband to come home to." I looked at Marcus, then back at Drake. The dread was still there, but it was being eclipsed by something sharper. A cold, hard resolve. "Find him. Bring him here. I’m tired of being the victim in everyone else’s story."