Drake Myth Novels & Stories

Drake said as he stared down at me. What is he hiding? I couldn't help but wonder as my gaze met his. "Drake, I'm your mate. You can trust me." I said, hoping I wouldn't be able to get through that wall. "That is the first time you're referring to me as your mate, but you only did that to get answers from me. That's low, Zelda," Drake said as a frown formed on his face. "I wouldn't use that method. If you just tell me the truth," I said as I threw my hands in the air in frustration.

"Yes, I got it. You've never had a boyfriend. I understand, I'll be patient until you have feelings for me. But if anyone questions our relationship, we have to do something to dispel their suspicions. And one more thing, I have the right to decide whether we keep dating or break up." I sighed. "So what do you know about Drake's involvement?" "His mom has a rare condition where there is no medical cure. It's called Moon Disease because it only happens on full moon nights. When it happens, his mom is not like his mom, loses control, becomes dangerous. Because of this condition, his father cheated on his mom and left them. That's why Drake is trying to find a healer because he wants to heal hi

Drake quickly waved his hand and said, "I didn't drink coffee." Ruby said, "I knew you didn't drink." Drake was now astonished. "How do you know I don't drink coffee? Did you investigate me?" Drake was a little angry. "Miss He, can you please stop interfering in my life?" He was a little panicked. If Ruby caught him and conducted a thorough investigation, what if she discovered some of his secrets... such as his eternal youth, his immunity to illness, his ability to survive without eating or drinking... then his true identity would be exposed very soon.

And Drake… Drake was lying somewhere between life and death. And I couldn’t shake the fear that I might have been the one who pushed the first domino.

Even though June also has the dragon mark. Drake watched closely as June was still unconscious. The dark elf powder made him faint and feverish. June looks like she's seen a ghost. Of course, to humans, creatures like them were tantamount to ghosts. In fact, ghosts don't exist. Only limited to human imagination. However, what Drake thought wasn't what June thought of him, but why Drake was so interested in knowing about June other than because he had many relationships with other creatures. What reminds Drake of Anna? When did they make love? Why did the Moon Goddess bless him even though he had become the Dragon King's Mate? Drake had yet to find the answer, until June finally came to her s

I said, nodding toward Drake. Our eyes locked and he was absolutely staring at me. Glaring at me next to Jett. Was it working? Was he jealous? “Drake is an incredible warrior. He’s personally saved over a dozen females at the combats,” he said, nodding. Really? Damn. I didn’t know that. I didn’t like it a bit, that he keeps going back. His luck is bound to run out, the odds can’t be in his favor forever. But wait, he’s saved THAT many women and he’s not mated a single one?

We were determined to figure out every dark secret of the forest and our forefathers. There had to be a way to end all this. The slim possibility of freeing us of this curse and then graveling at Kiera's feet for forgiveness kept me alive. Otherwise, I would have ripped my own heart out by now. "Here is another reference to dragons. There is a lot of lure about them from before our time." Drake scratched the day-old stubble on his chin. "Are you actually thinking dragons once existed?" I teased him. "No! That's impossible." Drake quickly stated. The way his voice wavered, I knew he thought it was possible.

go inside the hole. I closed the fridge and walked out of the office, I entered the office beside the first one I came out from. I rolled the rug away, revealing a round metallic cover, fixed to the ground. I took a knife which was on the table and hit the container, and it opened on its own accord. I returned the knife back to the table, it wasn't an ordinary knife, it's a knife I made myself. I walked into the opening and took the ladder till I came down into a well furnished apartments. I clapped my hands and the metallic cover closed up. "It feels good to be back", I said looking around. Sorry I forgot to introduce myself, I am Drake, a guys obsessed with wealth, power and techn

He just wipes his mouth with his sleeves, turns around and walks away. My throat closes up as the screen turns black. I think I’m traumatized. I barely notice as Drake reaches forward and takes the burning tablet from my hands. I barely notice when he covers my trembling fingers with one palm, stroking it softly. “This… this isn’t real,” I whisper, my voice cracking. “Why would he do something like that…?” “Because Harlan Kane is a fucking monster,” Drake snarls, his voice burning with conviction. “He doesn’t care who gets hurt, whose life he destroys, as long as he gets what he wants.”

“You need to survive long enough to ruin him. The words settled heavily inside me... ruined him. My gaze lingered on Draco’s face again despite myself. I remembered the exact way he looked beneath the flashing police lights outside the cathedral earlier. Completely calm and untouched, like death meant nothing to him. He was a monster but monsters still bled, didn’t they? Salvatore stepped toward the monitors and pressed several keys against the console. New files immediately appeared across the screens... financial records, political connections, surveillance reports, photographs of luxury estates and blood-covered crime scenes. Draco’s entire life laid open before me like pieces of a puzzle