Drake Walker Novels & Stories

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.

“Aurora and a dragon warrior’s daughter.” Drake stepped forward then, not aggressively, but deliberately placing himself at Elaina’s side. “And she did not come alone,” he said calmly and the four pairs of eyes turned toward him. He had let her speak because the was her battle but that didn't mean he wouldn't support her. Elaina’s voice strengthened by his presence, she glanced at him gratefully and said “This is Drake, he is the dragon Xavier captured. He has taken his estrus to build a powerful weapon that will reign terror on everyone”

I asked softly, tilting my head. He didn’t answer, he just nodded once toward it as if asking me to go get it. I dried my hands on a kitchen towel and crossed over, grabbed the box and put it on the counter. I peeled the tape back carefully, prying the top open and froze. Inside was a brand-new walker. It was smaller, lighter, matte black, with four sturdy wheels that actually matched. The seat had a soft little cushion. There were tiny side pouches, and the frame was just low enough for Flan’s crooked spine.

Drake rose slowly and walked toward me under the gaze of every wolf in the hall. He stopped in front of me, and then… he dropped to one knee. "I, Drake, Alpha of the Nightfall Pack, offer you everything I am." He looked up, his eyes burning with absolute devotion. "My strength, my life, and my soul." "You are my queen, my mate, and my faith." "Wherever you go, I will be your sharpest claw and your strongest shield."

Just because I'm physically challenged doesn't mean I'm not able to do the same things that people who can walk do. Drake must have seen the face I pulled at Archer because he jumps in with, "Just because Jace is physically disabled doesn't mean he can't do the same things as those of us who have full use of our legs." Oh no, Drake is pissed, this isn't good.

Walker-That shit is not gonna walk. Luke- yeah. It can crawl. I got stuck at some point, thinking what he meant by it'll crawl when I saw the typo. I had typed walk instead of work. Walker- you bitch! Luke- you'll do worse. Walker - you need to see this. I texted, taking an unlawful picture of Steyn sleeping and sending it to him. Luke- she's dang pretty. Walker- Thought so too. I texted back, pocketing my phone. "You've caught the Darius disease." I whispered in Steyn's ear, rousing her from sleep.

He walked to the house, into his room,took a quick cold shower and took a nap for a while but unfortunately went into a deep slumber. Drake walked for several hours before he came across an old warehouse which looks like it's over a hundred years old and could collapse anytime. He decided to look for a way to go in to sleep there for the night since he was so tired and his clothes were torn just as his shoes were worn out. He sneaked into the warehouse through a tiny hole when he suddenly heard someone scream. He followed where the scream came from and what he saw shocked him.

Before the creature could make its move, he slammed into it, tearing it away from the car. I scrambled out of the vehicle, my legs trembling as I pressed my back against the car for support. My eyes darted to Drake, who was surrounded by a circle of skinwalkers. Despite their numbers, he stood unyielding, his crimson gaze locking onto mine for a brief moment then back to his beta. The look he gave his beta was reprimanding. the look you give to a kid for acting out of character. Another Skinwalker darted dangerously towards me. “Run,” his voice echoed in my mind, deep and commanding.

“Be careful, man.” Drake nodded, then ran down the path to the house; he trusted Dux to have his back, so he didn’t take his eyes off Rebel for even one second. He knew that if his brother saw anything move anywhere, he’d eliminate it, so Drake could just concentrate on the man in front of him, and hope hard that he’d get to Rebel in time. He skidded to a stop, fell to his knees next to his MC brother. It was with relief and disbelief that he saw Rebel’s broad back rising and falling, shallow and slow, but still… he was alive.

I was so distracted and lost in my thoughts conversing with Wynter I didn't even realize where I was walking until I slammed into something solid. Dazed, I stumbled back and looked up into a large pair of crystal-clear, neon green eyes. "Shit, I'm sorry! Are you ok?" He stammered trying to collect himself. His voice was husky and deep but he had a baby face. "Yea, yea, I'm fine, no worries." I said, snapping out of my own thoughts. He was only a little taller than me, about 5 foot 9 inches. Dark, short, clean-cut hair and a muscular build. I noticed he didn't have any scars on his arms or face. He must not be part of Alpha Drake's minions. Thank god. I thought. That's all I needed tonight wa