Drake Walker Novels & Stories

She’s getting thirsty and her mate’s blood is right in front of her. “If you swear yourself to me, you drink my blood. My blood contains Leana’s, which means that like me, and now Demetrius, you would become a day walker.” Mehira jerks out of Alpha Leonardo’s arms and is in front of Drake in an instant. “A day walker. Prove it,” she says, the thought of her thirst long gone. “Demetrius,” Drake says, calling him over. Demetrius’ eyes go wide. “You want me to walk in the sun?”

Drake navigated obstacles that existed in multiple timelines simultaneously, his rebirth energy stretched thin keeping himself anchored to the present. And through it all, we maintained the partial merge. It was maddening. I could feel Zack's muscles screaming as he lifted impossible weights. Could experience Drake's disorientation as he existed in four timelines at once. And they felt my void power flickering dangerously as reality kept shifting beneath my feet.

she replied. "Okay. I'm Drake Walter, I'm the first child of my parents, I have two younger siblings and they're females. My dad is resting in his grave and my mom is diagnosed with leukemia. So I work two jobs to take care of my mom and my siblings and also to keep up with bills including paying for my siblings education" he forced a smile like it was not a big burden to him while she stared at him in disbelief and sympathy. "I'm so sorry to hear that, it would have been so tough for you to handle all of it alone" she took his hand and held it.

"But you must know what happened to me these past days, don't you?" "You wouldn't want to know if I told you," Drake said quietly as if he pitied his friend. "I have seen a lot and if I weren't your good friend, I would have killed you for betraying me. I know, I have lifted more dead carcasses than our creator himself and put them back on their feet, and breathed life into them. Perhaps, using you hadn't been a mistake at all." He rose from his sofa again, dropping the glass, and walked around Krepe's chair. "I often wonder what it is that motivates you to do the unimaginable, but then I remember, it's all part of the plan. During the coronation, I can remember telling the creator—oh but sh

I hoped Sarah was okay because the whole pack knew by now that she'd been evacuated twice in two days and that Viktor was hunting her and the stress of that on top of being pregnant had to be wearing her down. Drake appeared at the edge of the clearing with his beta and two other wolves I didn't recognize and the temperature seemed to drop about ten degrees because Drake had that effect on people where just his presence made you want to submit or run. He was bigger than I remembered with broad shoulders and arms covered in scars that looked like they came from fights he'd won and he moved with the kind of confidence that came from never losing. "Cain," Drake called out and his voice carried

'D-Drake. Someone called him again, but then he realized that Emily was calling him. His jaw clenched as he faced the hunters. "You're ungrateful, human! You dare to hurt that unwanted Luna—the stray?" he roared. The hunters moved backward as Drake suddenly shifted into a wild werewolf. His eyes turned red. "Unwanted, Luna? Stray?" The hunter scoffed as his men laughed soundly. "She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you."

The timeline was wrong. Just recently, Drake had attended public events and conferences, yet Bob had already been bedridden and near death. How could that be? Bradley said, lowering his voice, “From what I know, Drake is always accompanied by two people. One of them—if needed—can become Drake. He’s skilled in disguise. He uses some special material to create artificial skin, and with makeup, he can completely transform into someone else. He can even change his voice.” So that was the truth.

’Your hand,’ Talia instructed through their private mind-link, and he extended his arm automatically. Talia placed her hand on his. ’Now we walk.’ He moved per command, and Talia struggled to keep a straight face. Drake was like a robot. A handsome and super-hot robot. And hers. Drake snapped to his senses when he picked up whispers, "Alpha Drake... Alpha Natalia".

Drake nodded, understanding that their journey ahead would demand difficult choices and actions. He had stepped into a realm that was far removed from his life as a lawyer, a realm where the boundaries of right and wrong were blurred. The warehouse was like an underground museum of danger, a place where weapons of all shapes and sizes rested like dormant beasts waiting to be awakened. Drake's heart pounded as he walked alongside Simon, his eyes wide with a mix of fascination and apprehension. Rows upon rows of guns lined the walls, each one meticulously positioned as if they were pieces of a grand puzzle.

Damn these floors are cold I should have put some clothes on. Drake wasn’t leading her down to some deep, dark dungeon. They didn’t even get on the elevator. He walked her down to the end of the hall and quietly cracked open a door. He peeked in and pushed the door open, stepping back so she could see passed him. The soft glow of the television showed the silhouette of a little boy, encircled with a dozen stuffed animals. She glanced over at Drake leaning against the door frame. He motioned her forward with his arm in a well aren’t you going to go in, manner.