Drake Minecraft Novels & Stories

"Drake Maddox?" Drake Maddox was the council member in charge of defense. The warrior vampire. Just like Athen, he was also sent on an assignment to get more weapons and to prepare a more adequate training ground for our soon-to-be members. Drake had his fair share of suffering from humans too but unlike myself and Athen, he didn't technically lose his parents. He had a crank whore for a mother and an abusive father. It got to a point where his mother would sexually abuse him and the point where his father would beat him to the point of death. He had an opportunity to leave home and since then, he didn't bother going back, and neither did his parents bother looking for him. "Everything is go

Drake was tall and the moment he was able to walk again, he also started training again to develop his muscles the way they are now. “I think this is your mom’s secret haven,” I said. “Wait, my mom’s what?” he asked confused. “These are your mom’s journals,” I said as I pointed to the shelves, “I haven’t had the time to read all of them.” I walked over to the table where the journal where she thinks that I was a mage. Drake took it and read it. After he finished reading he looked at me, his eyes filled with excitement. “Maybe there are answers here,” he exclaimed and I smiled back at him.

Miren considers Dylan to be the most important person in her life, and she does not want anyone else to make an effort to intentionally hurt him. "Are you trying to scare me?" Drake didn't deny: "Yes." Drake is on the verge of losing his mind at this point because he can't stop thinking about Kyra Morraco and nothing else comes to mind. How could Drake take the news that the woman he had been desperately looking for had suddenly passed away? Won't all his years of hard work fall into the river? Drake tries to hide his feelings of helplessness and fear behind his anger, and he feels compelled to investigate everything that Miren has just said.

The timeline was wrong. Just recently, Drake had attended public events and conferences, yet Bob had already been bedridden and near death. How could that be? Bradley said, lowering his voice, “From what I know, Drake is always accompanied by two people. One of them—if needed—can become Drake. He’s skilled in disguise. He uses some special material to create artificial skin, and with makeup, he can completely transform into someone else. He can even change his voice.” So that was the truth.

He goes into a relaxed stance but it's still stiff as a board. Drake looks at my bloody towel. "Please tell me you got something." I leaned against a bookshelf across from Drake's desk and cross my feet, still wiping my fingers. "Oh, I got something, but you're not going to like it." Drake leans back in his chair and rubs his forehead. "Report." He sighed. I put my hands down on the bookshelf. "It's the Dragons. Specifically, Karver." I glance between Drake and River.

Drake dashed out of the packhouse and went straight for his black armored Lexus SUV. 'Maya! Caden!', Drake called thorough the mind-link. 'Where is Talia!?'

“We might have a big house but it’s not big enough to fit an entire park inside” Drake tells her chuckling at her attitude, she takes a big breath like we were really irritating her. “I seen it on YouTube, and they had a smaller house daddy. Put your thinking cap on! And just so you know they even had a house attached to it with electric and running water” Drake throws his head back laughing and shaking his head “You don’t ask for much do you” He chuckles, she smirks at him “Well I am your little princess after all”

I asked as I looked into him. Drake smiled widely before he took a sip on the glass of milk. He drank almost half of it before he forcely gave me the glass. “I didn’t die. You can drink that,” he replied. “I have to go to my bedroom now. Good night!” Still wondering, I just shrugged and then went back inside. Instead of drinking the milk, I put it on the side table as I walk inside the bathroom. Even though the bathroom was elegant, I still couldn't believe that this was actually happening…

he says. Drake helps me with my jacket and before long we are on our way to another destination. It took us a bit of time on the backroads to find the spot. Drake shuts the car off, “This is one of my favourite spots when I can’t get to a real beach,” he shares with me. He reminded me that my scent is of the ocean, one of his favourite places to be. As we come to a parking area, he tells me to slip my shoes off. As I do, he swings me up in his arms as we walk through a well-used path toward what sounds like running water.

I said, and chuckled to myself. “I don’t know who that is but I’m not a doctor. You’re on some pain killers, probably making you a bit crazy. Unless you’re always crazy, talking nonsense. You don’t remember what happened? You were abducted. I’m Drake and you’re in Black Cove,” he said, matter of fact. He had on a black muscle t-shirt that showed off his beefy arms, tribal looking tattoos. He’d probably fit in as a big wig in the army, intimidating people. He was clearly sharp but his bedside demeanor needed a lot of work.