Drake Walker Novels & Stories

But her footing was off. The slick training mat offered zero traction against her sudden, aggressive twist. As the belt recoiled, the momentum caught her completely off balance. Her ankle turned outward, and gravity violently pulled her backward. A sharp gasp tore from her throat as she braced herself for the hard, unforgiving impact of the floor. But the impact never came. Drake moved with predatory, unnatural speed. Before she could even register that she was falling, his powerful arm shot out like a vice, catching her squarely around the waist. With a brutal, effortless pull, he hauled her flush against his chest, stabilizing them both in an instant.

The professor asks curiously. "Oh no! I am a sitter for the Dravens." I reply quickly. "Ahh the Dravens." He replies. Professor Hawthorn begins walking in the direction of Draphend Elementary and motions me to join him. I glanced at the man walking beside me. He has short, messy like, brown hair. He is tall with a better than medium build. I've never been able to get close to him let alone get a good look at him. He has a gentle air about him and seems very familiar but I can't place where from.

“The patient Beta. The understanding mate. The reliable brother. It is a role I am apparently destined to play, even if it breaks me.” Drake looked at me over Andre’s bowed head. He looked broken with a silent, desperate plea in his eyes, and gave a slight, almost unnoticeable nod towards the door. “I….I need to find a messenger,” Drake said abruptly and stood up. He walked over to Andre and placed a firm, steadying hand on his shoulder. “I will be right back. Just…stay here. Breathe.” Immediately Drake slipped out, I stood up as well. “Andre, just…give me a minute, okay? I will be right outside. Do not move.”

Minerva suddenly followed Colt as everyone greeted him, leaving Tio and Lilith behind as they watched Colt and Minerva converse with the folks in front of them. After that, a man leapt from the tree hut and approached Tio and Lilith. "Hello, my name is Drake Wing, and I'm glad to meet you. Before you come in, I need to check your bags for security reasons," Drake Wing explained. He is a 289-year-old werewolf who served as the patrol guard's leader. Inside and out, he protected their area. His team always greeted their visitors and kept a close eye on them, ensuring that no one would hurt their packs. Drake Wing's eyesight is good, thus he was assigned to be on guard.

Drake complained and rolled on the mud to rub his itching back. Wyatt took a u-turn and walked in the direction, Drake mentioned. When Drake realized that he was being left alone on the ground once again, he whined, “What about me? Are you going to leave me here?” Without uttering a word, Wyatt bent down with a poker face and picked Drake from the ground. Then he placed him on his shoulders and continued to stroll towards the house where the trio could be waiting. Drake felt uncomfortable being carried in that way, so he pouted his mouth and said,

Evelyn registered the doctor's word in her mind, the doctor meant that Drake couldn't walk for a week, who would help him with all his daily activities if he couldn't move. ‘He has enough servants, it is not your duty to help him.’ Her subconscious soothed and she nodded in understanding. “Thank you, Master Valentino.” Drake nodded and the doctor contemplated on whether to do what he was thinking or not. He decided against it, he wouldn't want to trouble Master Valentino's visitors since he has already received a blank cheque. As he took the first step outside, the angry scream of the lady on the floor almost made him lose his mind.

The Walker coven, at some point in the last two centuries, had decided to turn there back on nature, and chose the old ways. “We mean no harm Grand Priestess,” Drake called back, “It is Drake Black, Alpha of the Eclipse Pack, mate of Alison Walker. I have come for your help.” The energy surrounding us shifted as quickly as it came. The oppressive tone lifted, and in the next moment, an older woman stood before us. Her face creased with wrinkles left my the passage of time. “Drake?” The woman questioned, “What has happened, is Alison hurt? What has happened? Where is she?”

ALAYNA’s POV Drake does not look at me when he speaks. “I wasn’t born in the Nightwalker pack.” I blink. Is he not the Alpha of the Nightwalker pack? Drake proceeds to wipe off more of the dust, dragging the sleeves of his shirt along the frame to brush off the dust and decay. “I wasn’t even raised there,” he says quietly. “This is where I grew up.” I look around the room, bewildered. It is hard to imagine an Alpha growing up in this place, it barely feels alive.

"You're listening to Debra more than me lately. Wanna switch bosses? I won't stop you." "I wouldn't dare," Kale muttered, helping him up. Drake could walk, but it was strenuous. His body was a mess of deep scars. It would take at least six months to heal. Staring at his wrecked self, he felt suffocated. Living like this wasn't any better than death. "Boss, where are you going? I'll help," Kale said. "No need." Drake shook off his hand. "I can do it." "Boss..." "I said I could."

Torches lined the black stone walls, casting flickering light across the gathered warriors, their armor scarred from countless battles. At the head of the hall, lounging in a carved obsidian throne, sat Valerian—Alpha of the Night Walker Pack. He was a sight to behold. Rugged. Uncompromising. Every inch of him spoke of raw power and the relentless life he had lived. His hair was dark, thick, and untamed, falling just past his shoulders in careless waves. A jagged scar ran from the corner of his left brow down to the edge of his cheekbone, a mark of a battle he had won—and one he wore with pride. His jaw was strong, covered in a rough stubble that did little to hide the sharpness of his featu