Drake Inquisitormaster Novels & Stories

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."

Before either of us can respond, movement catches my eye. A man steps forward from the Council seats—late fifties, with slicked-back hair that’s more grease than style and a smile that nauseates me. His robes seem expensive but are worn in a way that suggests he cares more about appearances than actual quality. Rings glitter on every finger, gaudy and excessive. High Inquisitor Draven. Leader of the purist faction within the Umbra Council. The man who has been a thorn in Kael’s side since the moment he took the throne.

I hoped Sarah was okay because the whole pack knew by now that she'd been evacuated twice in two days and that Viktor was hunting her and the stress of that on top of being pregnant had to be wearing her down. Drake appeared at the edge of the clearing with his beta and two other wolves I didn't recognize and the temperature seemed to drop about ten degrees because Drake had that effect on people where just his presence made you want to submit or run. He was bigger than I remembered with broad shoulders and arms covered in scars that looked like they came from fights he'd won and he moved with the kind of confidence that came from never losing. "Cain," Drake called out and his voice carried

But if he uses this tone with someone from another herd, there is a possibility that he will not run out The gate opened, his features shining, and Mars was still controlling him, he had given him control on purpose He entered the herd to stand still and suddenly howl very loudly Night after that howling from many places..they knew who he was well Ibn Fahim Darkel. But..Will he come and take the seat of government easily behind his father? And will they simply accept all of us as a whole? " I want you, I want everything that comes from you, not from anyone but you. ........ All the remaining herd left..it was at most women and children because his father had taken many men of the herd to fig

he then patted Noah’s shoulder, “Ruiz isn’t it? Noah yelped and looked at Drake straightaway. ‘Gotcha… finally I get your attention!’ he secretly smirked, “Duncan always mention his name over and over inside my head—“ Noah put aside his cereal to the side table, “What did you do to him? Answer me!” he swiftly held Drake by his collar. “Well… I didn't do anything to him…” he caressed Noah’s cheek, “but I know how to awaken him…” “You do?” Noah gasped, “Then tell me, quickly!” Drake chuckled, “Not so fast, sweet cheek, first you need to play a game with me, if you win, I’ll tell how to bring your inner-wolf back, but if you lose you’ll cook me lunch, is that a deal?”

It was as if they were waiting for Drake to speak and indeed, they were waiting for him to speak. Hezekiah had leaked the secret that Drake had been abnormal for a while since he came from the cave the other day. "What is wrong with you, Drake?" Allen finally asked him. Drake sighed and rubbed his eyes. "How am I supposed to say this? I don't know how our opponent was able to find my next movement. She knew that I was going to be in the cave and we fought a lot. I can't believe that she uses black magic and her spells were too powerful and unpredictable." He answered as his eyes landed on each of them.

"But you must know what happened to me these past days, don't you?" "You wouldn't want to know if I told you," Drake said quietly as if he pitied his friend. "I have seen a lot and if I weren't your good friend, I would have killed you for betraying me. I know, I have lifted more dead carcasses than our creator himself and put them back on their feet, and breathed life into them. Perhaps, using you hadn't been a mistake at all." He rose from his sofa again, dropping the glass, and walked around Krepe's chair. "I often wonder what it is that motivates you to do the unimaginable, but then I remember, it's all part of the plan. During the coronation, I can remember telling the creator—oh but sh