Drake Monsters Novels & Stories

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

Nicholas I drive for a while. Something isn't right, but I can't put my finger on it. Cielo not seeming upset about Sly's death, I can understand. It's shitty, but I get it. Sly was not a warm, loving father. For outward appearances, he was exactly as he should be, of course, but behind closed doors, he was a fucking monster. If it was just towards me, maybe that would have made sense in some bizarre universe, in some backwards logic, but he also beat his acknowledged son. I saw that firsthand, and he was merciless when he did it, as merciless as when he beat me.

Beneath the carved warning, four crude tally marks stood out. After a moment's thought, I took the utility knife and carved another stroke into my skin. Searching my pockets, I found a folded scrap of paper… and a few more hidden in the corners of my room. [The monster is tampering with my memory. Trust no one. Not even myself.] [The monster's cycle isn't endless. If you can't escape within a set number of loops, you will die. Permanently.]

The rest we buried. The men follow Malik because he is vicious and brilliant. They follow me because of the fear. We’ve built a new empire out of the scraps of old loyalties. Every name that falls adds to ours. Every surrender spreads the myth further. Crimson Rogue. The woman who makes monsters kneel. Malik stands over them all, tall and bare-chested, tattoos crawling down his arms,one for every life he’s taken. He doesn’t count anymore; there’s no space left.

Like he might— A knock slammed against the door. Hard. “Problem.” Kai’s voice. Sharp. Urgent. The moment shattered instantly. Dante stepped back. Cold again. Controlled. “Come in.” Kai pushed the door open, his expression darker than before. “We’ve got movement,” he said. “What kind of movement?” Dante asked. Kai’s jaw tightened. “Marcus just disappeared.” My stomach dropped. “What do you mean disappeared?” Luca appeared behind him, already on his phone. “All his accounts are going dark,” he said quickly. “Contacts, locations—everything’s wiped.”

“This marks the sixth death in two months. The Council has yet to identify the group calling themselves the ‘Rogue Cell,’ led by the mysterious ‘Monster Queen.’ Fear is gripping the Alpha Elite as the killer continues to bypass the most advanced security systems in Nocturna…” I scoffed and muted the screen. "The Monster Queen. What a ridiculous name." "She’s efficient, Kaelen," Silas reminded me. "No DNA. No footprints. Just bodies." The elevator opened to the penthouse of Lord Aaron, a man who had spent his life hoarding riches and looking down on the weak. Now, he was slumped over his desk, his eyes wide with a terror that had frozen on his face. The room was covered in blood. Whoever did

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

His breath quickened as he stepped forward, pointing an accusatory finger. “Drake is a monster. His nature doesn’t change. He’s a liar, and no matter how many nice words he says or how much he pretends to change, it’s all a lie. You’re falling for it, just like Calla is. You’ve sold your support for a few drinks, for a few empty promises. He’s playing both of you.”

New changes needed to be made and maybe this could one of them. Drake knew this new change, mixing the wolves and dragons, was dangerous. They both knew, but to live apart? It was too much. The new pack house would house both dragons and wolves with their bedroom on the upper floor. They would have to be careful of conflicts later on. Dragons and wolves had rival tempers.