Drake The Snake Book Novels & Stories

Fearful faces glance up at me, each one under the watchful eye of at least one of Luca's, Mitchel's, or Drake's men, their imposing figures a constant reminder of the tension in the air. As I step into the seventh room, I unexpectedly encounter Drake. His playful smile dances at the corners of his lips, a stark contrast to the unease surrounding us. He leans casually against the doorframe. "Still alive?" he teases, his tone light yet loaded with an undercurrent of seriousness as he observes my determined stride through the dimly lit hallway. He's stood next to Franko's dead body, five bullets to the head by the looks of it. "Not trustworthy," he notes.

Dragon POV Jenny was angry and drunk, she decided to close the door and give this day to her... "Jenny Shash, let me make you feel happy, right?" She opened her soft thighs, letting my lips set fire to her brown skin. Her book had long disappeared with the page on which she was, gently bitten on the skin referring to it as my book. "Please don't bother me, Dragon." My angel said eagerly, but I wanted to take this slowly.

Daniel grabs the butcher by the hair, pushing his face into the wooden table. "I suggest you start addressing your king with some respect." Daniels's voice is gruff, coming out almost animalistic. Looking closely at him, I see a glow to his eyes that I have never seen before. Rage is coming off him in waves. I study his demeanor for a moment before it hits me, the glow in his eyes is just like that of a raging dragon. Dragons when upset their eyes take on a deep glow.

I quickly head out to the next shelf. I don’t know how much time has passed, but I feel exhausted. Drake plops into one of the armchairs before the fireplace, yawning. “I covered thirty shelves, and there’s no book on celestial wolves. This is not a library. It's a book town!” He rests his chin on his arm. “It's so huge that I might find aliens hiding somewhere.” “Stop with the excuses. You are just incapable, that’s all,” Dory says while biting her thumbnail, her eyes trained on the book she’s holding.

Drake cleared his throat. "Open page number 139," He said and turned to the table. I took out the book from my backpack quickly, I didn't want to upset him, though his anger wasn't directed at me.

Roger couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from twitching as he said, "See, Ms. Dittman? This clearly isn't the snake we're looking for. But thank you for coming all this way. I'll have a driver take you home." Outwardly, Roger insisted it wasn't theirs, but before I left, he shoved a book thicker than a phone book into my hands, titled "The Complete Guide to Raising Snakes". He warned me again and again, "Ms. Dittman, all living things have spirits. If you're keeping a snake as a pet, you need to treat it well. You should be gentle, loyal…" The black snake in my arms nodded along, letting out little hissing sounds of agreement.

Drake’s voice was laced with anger. “It’s not that easy, Drake. I thought I had started to forget him too… but damn, it still hurts. It hurts to think he’s marrying someone else.” She gave a bitter smile and quickly wiped her tears away. Then she asked, “Do you have a cigarette? Can I have one?” Drake clenched his jaw as he saw Rihanna’s current state. He held back his frustration. Instead of handing her a cigarette, he grabbed the bottle of Snake Venom and took a long drink from it. If drinking everything she ordered would stop her from getting more drunk, he’d do it.

she asked, curiously seeking an answer. The healer’s eyes darkened with concern. "Dracen's dark magic has enchanted venomous snakes to fiercely guard the plant. These snakes are not typical snakes. Their bites carry a poison that paralyzes you instantly and leaves you defenseless. However, there is a way to counter them."

Creature Name: Draco (Named by David Sanchez) Scientific Name: Grandis Serpentis Draco Classification: Soul-evolved Animal (Ultraspecies) Basic Description: An absurdly powerful reptile that has evolved the ability to crudely manipulate fire transformed from its soul’s natural psionic energy. Physical Appearance:

Drake’s eyes lit up when he saw the book, the blazing orange was hard to look at but was mesmerizing all the same, “The path of the one and the end of the thirteen, I never thought I would get to see it,” “You can be the one to translate, I never was good with enochian,” Ellie said with a smile as she slid the book to the entrancing Dragon-shifter, “So, you're really going to give us a history lesson, right now?” questioned Valaria as her amethyst eyes darted between Drake and Ellie,