Drake Minecraft Novels & Stories

And of course Drake to make himself look good and probably to make us worship him even more, he gave us part of his personal inheritance, which made him even more famous in our family, making him once again the golden boy who cares about his brothers and whose dumbass older brother is nothing. When the old man died, I got ten percent of the business, Scarlett got thirty percent, and guess who the majority partner is? Drake! He's got sixty percent of the company, he owns the whole damn company! He owns it all. My father was humiliated because of this family. Over thirty years of marriage to this filthy codger who wants me to call her mom and is always on my case about wanting a perfect little

I grabbed it, picked the opener and used it to open the bottle. I gulped the cold beer, letting out a sigh immediately after quenching my thirst. “Bro, how about the guy from last night? Did you let him go?” I asked, referring to the battle we had with some other mafia empire last night. “Dude, he escaped. I didn't know how but he did.” Drake responded. Drake was never originally a member of the empire but he was a loner assassin and his skills were impressive so I had to make him one of my men.

“With the help of me and my four brothers. That first video is real, and it is my brother Mitchell. Each of my brothers' dragons is a different color. Mine happens to be red.” I just sat staring at him. “What about those dreams all those months ago?” “My great grandfather had a gift and I think I inherited it. Yet somehow this gift brought you into it. Somehow you experienced what I was.” “And this bonding dream? Are you saying we are bonded for life?” “Yeah. My dragon recognized you even through the dreams as my mate.” I look over at the TV and saw Draco the dragon. “You look like that only red?” He smiled as he looked at the screen, “I would like to think my dragon is nicer looking.”

Drake has officially been announced as the beta of the Crescent Moon pack. Drake kept his hand in his pocket. He raised his other hand to feel his split lip, then took out a cigarette from his pocket and held it between his teeth. He ignited it and inhaled deeply. Then he noticed Elena, who was standing with Veda opposite him. The blaze in his heart faltered. His pace diminished. His body halted in mid-step. Drake’s heart thumped like drums in the wilderness. His perceptions intensified. The wolf within him acknowledged her before his human intellect could comprehend.

Drake's heart was filled with a blend of anticipation and apprehension, but he was resolute in his determination to contribute to their cause. As he settled into his surroundings, the underground mansion seemed to envelop him, its walls holding a promise of both danger and opportunity. The night was young, and the hours ahead would be spent refining their plan, anticipating challenges, and strengthening their resolve. And so, in the depths of the secret sanctuary, Drake's journey continued—woven with the threads of trust, strategy, and a shared goal that bound him to Simon and Jeff. As he drifted into a focused reverie, he knew that the dawn would bring a tests of their mettle.

Drake’s POV Drake stood under the water in his shower and lifted his head into the spray. He was tired, somewhat depressed and bored. Troy was being kept busy with international investors, King Maxim and their other businesses. He needed to find his mate, his wolf was already agitated and becoming more ruthless as time went by. He travelled with Troy, extensively and on his own. It’s been years and he’d started to believe that she was dead or had taken a chosen mate. He’d never know.

The next morning after a sleepless night of tossing in bed unable to clear the thought of Ellie from her mind Stacy walked into the conference room where Mal, Ellie, Valaria and Drake were waiting, funnily enough Drake was a Dragon-shifter, he joined the Pack about a month ago after hearing of Dominic and Valaria’s mating, he was the son of the Ice Queen and a very devout follower of her teachings, but like most Dragons, he has a curious and rebellious nature, Drake’s particular rebellion of choice was to join The All Kinds Pack and become their advisor to all things Preternatural, beside Mal, Drake was the oldest being in the Pack, he had seen more Preternatural events than the entire Pack

Lea suggested, “He knows how to cure Noah.” “I-I can’t, he and the other pack’s members are hunting in the Hamptons…” Drake wasn't aware that his plan could backfire at him, “I need to revive his inner-wolf so he could heal faster, please mother, you got to help me, or Noah would die!” “Drake, you need to calm down…” “I-I can't, I don't want to lose him!” Drake yelled, “I love him so fucking much!” “You won’t, as long as you’re following my instruction,” she assured.

"Can you speak softer, you are going to embarrass me in front of everyone." Drake laughs and says. "I don't care what other people think about it because all I want to do to you is forever in my mind." I slap his arm and say. "Stop talking. Focus on your food." I can't believe I got a mate that is sweet and caring to me. Drake is probably 1.74cm tall which makes me feel short since I am about 1.65cm. Drake is the type of guy that I could love forever because he is handsome, muscular and all the things that girls will describe him.

The officer barely made the turn. “Hang on Willow! I have to get this fucker off our ass.” I did as he said. I love that he was such a bad boy. They seem to be the only type of guy that can light my fire, and Drake is as bad as they come. Drake pulled the throttle to its limit. The bike screamed as he hit his final gear. We were traveling at least 190mph or faster. The adrenaline rush I got from this kind of thing was thrilling. Drake easily put distance between us and the officer. I couldn’t even see his car now. “We have to park this bike before the chopper spotlights us.” Drake said. He parked the bike on the porch of a nearby abandoned house. He put the kickstand down on the bike and hel