Novel & Cerita Drake Myth

Drake asks “They don’t, we’ll they do but they have no access to it, like everyone, we have a little bit of magic in us all, but when your mates to a witch it comes forward for just a moment connecting you both, it’s rare and just as powerful as the mate bond” By now they were dry humping their way out the door of the kitchen, I screw up my nose in disgust watching as they disappear, Baylee grins at us all “Told you he was good” “I thought it was because he studied renewable energy” I ask her taking a seat on drakes knee, she shrugs just as the plates of dinner arrive “No that’s just a bonus, we are going to be great friend” Caden walks in From outside with Ryan, Craig, Cara and Colten, as t

"I do not have a mate! What do thy think I do about that?" "Now are you trying to speak in Shakespeare english or the drink is finally doing it job?" Drake jested. "You know I can't get drunk. There are stuff that happen to normal people that doesn't happen to me. For example mate" He murmured. "Damien you are normal" Drake corrected. "I just haven't figure out what species you are yet and believe me, I will" He assured him. "I'm lonely" Damien finally admitted even though he hated to. "I think you should be glad you don't have a soul mate, according to my research on you Damien, you cannot be killed by anyone except your soul mate" Drake explained hoping that would make his friend a little

Drake said evenly, “then as my friend and brother, I have nothing left to say to you.” He paused. Then his voice hardened. “Elena is a filthy ex-mate. Never speak her name in front of me again.” The words struck Elena like a blade. Something inside her shattered with a sudden, cruel force. A teasing smile slowly crossed her lips, even with her legs shaking. She advanced carefully, refusing to let her body betray her fear. A mournful cry rose from her wolf. Her mate no longer recognized her scent. Drake Hamilton. The man who once knelt before her under the Blood Moon, and promised her forever.

A voice in my mind. Drake. He had declared his love for me once. Years ago, when we were little, he had said that he would stop at nothing to keep me safe. But those were all lies. A few days before I was chased and accidentally came to his bonding ceremony with another woman, I had heard something. Drake and someone else having a conversation. It sounded like nonsense so I hadn't told anyone at the time. But now. . . . I remembered. Drake had said: “ She doesn't even know what she is. Her blood contains the Seal of the Moon. She is the only one who can unlock it.”

Thomas told him, “He already found his new soulmate and lives together in his packhouse.” Hearing the most disturbing news, Drake suddenly stopped eating as he almost choked. After drinking a glass of water, he then stared at his father and smiled cold-bloodedly, “Then I’ll just need to kill his mate in front of him… slowly,” Drake then continued to chew the meat in his mouth, “so he could learn his lesson not to betray with me again with another man…” ***

Their glasses met with a soft clink. They drank. Drake set his glass down and rose to his feet. His gaze drifted off, unfocused for a moment, as if something had just crossed his mind. Elena... he said. Since you think I'm not good enough for you, don't blame me for what I'm about to do to you and your family. Even if the almighty War God himself came to San Francisco, he wouldn't be able to save you." The thought stayed locked in Drake's head as he picked up his glass, turned, and walked out without another word.

CARINA I have put so much trust in this man that I completely forgot what I used to think of men. Drake is the one who gave me a bad impression about men and he's still the one who made me forget what I thought. Now he has proved me right. From now on, I'm going to try and be free but I'll never love the next man I date. He's gonna suffer what Drake did to me. I've been scarred my whole life and I thought it would heal. Turns out things are not as I thought.

My mind reeled in shock. The president and the first lady were dead? But there had been no news about it online. And the Immortal had killed them? I couldn't wrap my head around it. And what's more, he was declaring a lock in power with Drake, which meant Drake must be incredibly strong. But I shouldn't be surprised; he was a Whitewater, after all, a pack rumored to be perhaps the strongest to have ever existed. Drake scoffed again, his expression twisted in disdain. "Did you think I care about the president and that useless woman?" he spat, his words sending another shockwave through me.

I look forward to bringing Edith and Drake's story back to life for you! Much love, Mirto

I'm a capybara. Yet, after taking a single nap, I wake up as the scion of the Kensington family, Drake Kensington. When I crawl back to the sprawling 32,300-square-foot villa, my entire family's scared stiff. Matthew Kensington, the Kensingtons' adopted son, points at me and screams, "There's a ghost!" Without even looking up, I deadpan, "Oh, yeah, I'm whatever you say I am." He passes out on the spot. Drake's biological father, Garrett Kensington, slams his fist down on the table and snarls, "Look at you! Do you look anything like the heir to the wealthiest family? Have you seriously forgotten how to walk?" I give his question some serious thought. Crawling does take less effort tha