Drake Walker Novels & Stories

His gaze falling down past my eyes and scanning my body. My body finally starts to work again, and I try to push him off of me. I try and remember everything Walker had taught me, but I’m still the weak little human, even in the human world. He doesn’t even budge. Goddess, I hate that I can’t use my wolf right now. I’ve never meant her, but I know she’d be stronger than me on my own. I scream, praying someone hears me. Drake covers my mouth, and chuckles. “Don’t worry, beautiful. We’ll take good care of you.” Goddess damn it. I start flailing my body, trying to do anything to escape these two disgusting men. But it seems to just give them more reason to hold my body.

Reminded June how much she hated Drake. Drake stepped out of the elevator first, causing June to widen her eyes. Drake should have waited for June first because he couldn't hold the elevator door while carrying two large bags which when put together were one and a half times the width of June's body. Forced, June quickly stepped out before the elevator door closed. The worst thing June could ever imagine happened, June slipped and broke one of her heels. June fell with the two big bags.

Our pack mourns our losses and every one of us tries to console each other. The next day, we all went to check on Drake only to hear him shouting followed by the sound of clashing metals and broken glasses. We thought all the bad news where received yesterday but we were wrong. Because at that moment, Drake found out that he won’t be able to walk. His legs were severely damaged and it was hard to cure it with the tools that we have available. The doctor suggested that there was another option and that was for him to shift into his wolf form. And that’s when he found out that his wolf was not there.

I snapped, shaking my head. I hadn’t realized that, but it made sense now why he engaged them. I knew Jett and Dane were furious they had invaded but Sawyer had a much bigger reason to hate them. But what no one had really explained to me was why he and Dane were already behind enemy lines. “Yes and it didn’t help that Drake killed Sphinx,” the male said, sipping his tea. “Who was that,” Lola asked and I too, cocked my head eager to hear. Drake looked every bit of a warrior, hardened and quick. His body was unbelievably athletic and I’d seen him nude yesterday just after he’d had a shift. He had a body any female would love to climb and mount. I had to look away before anyone caught me stari

he replied "it belongs you came here" the guy Drake said "I am now a married man," he said happily "anyway, I am here for something" "what is that Mr. Walker" "you see I need your help and I will compensate you if you do help me" he touched his shoulder telling him to let them go somewhere that it's more private "I need someone full name, she was at the club last night" "Mr. Walker, you know it's against the policy," he asked

Lucas remained unconscious behind massive stone walls and guards who couldn’t fight curses. And Drake… Drake was already crossing the boundary between worlds. He had begun something dangerous. And it was aimed at me.

He didn’t just want Aria back. He wanted to destroy everything that made her think she didn’t belong to him. Drake waited in the alley behind the packhouse, his body pressed to the cool stone wall, senses tuned to every movement. Through the slats of a nearby window, he saw Roy and Wyatt exiting the side door together, their conversation too far to hear but clearly serious. They turned down the main path, disappearing toward the training fields. He moved. Silent steps carried him down the hallway of the packhouse like a shadow. No one gave him a second glance. Drake had always kept a low profile—loyal, quiet, competent. The perfect camouflage.

As soon as they got so close, Natty grabbed Drake by the collar and pulled him so that their eyes stared at each other closely. Drake's body was shaking and even his legs lost strength. Drake rolled his hands backward and grope for some grip. Until Drake grabbed a basket overflowed with tennis balls and gripped it. But his legs had fallen energy and his body fell stability and went down and the tennis balls rolled to the ground.

“She’s obviously broken. This navigator may need to be recommissioned. She seems to be suffering from delusions.” If his physical differences weren’t enough to convince me that this drake is NOT Primus, his gait, the way he moves and holds himself, is nothing like my beloved. When this drake steps forward, he glides towards me in a graceful, but lifted, airy manner that reminds me of the movement of clouds. Primus moves with the smooth elegance of footsteps grounded in the soil beneath his feet, rolling through his movements with the round, smooth permanence of the eternal spin of our planet.

I fell inside the bath tub right into drakes arms . I then looked at him ,I was clearly embarrassed .I tried getting up ,but before I could drake held my hips and would not let go .He was smiling creepily staring at my chest area. I looked down and realized what he was seeing and then struggled under his gasp to run away .I lightly pinched his wound and that did the trick .I escaped .