Drake Walker Novels & Stories

Dwell-in-White, this is the cosmetics company that Drake is part of. I knew Luke noticed something strange in him that I should be careful about but I needed a job. And if Drake really isn't human I need to know what he is. I face the mirror and look at my formal attire applying for job; conservative 2 piece suit that I paired with a fitted skirt knee-length, near skin color stockings and dark shoes with only 1 inch heels. I think this suits for applying as a secretary since that is the job offered to me by Drake Dwellins or sir Drake.

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?”

His body are still fit, and the muscles and biceps are still visible on his white collard short sleeve shirt. "Hello Crest, I'm Drake." My hand shook when he extended his. I still manage to shake his hand and put up a simple smile. "It's okay dear, relax, you're home, and I'm not going to eat you," he chuckled. "It's a pleasure to meet you sir." "Just Drake," the wrinkles on the side of his eyes widened as he gave me a smile. His cream-colored teeth showed, and his wrinkled dried lips widened. Another man stepped out of the house with a woman beside him, assisting him along the way. I noticed he had a cane and realized that he was blind.

However, since she was pale earlier, her bashfulness was not obvious. Of course, Xander was not looking at her either. He was just looking coldly at the two people in front of him. These two people were members of a very powerful organization. Drake was considered the third-in-command there. He had a very disgusting fetish, where he loved being a hooligan and forcing women into going home with him, otherwise he would feel the experience lacking. So, he would get down and would capture the women himself. Previously, Xander had come across this and had already punished him severely. But he had forgotten his lesson.

Logan, me, and all of our other warriors who were with us turned around and ran as fast as we could in the opposite direction. We were right. She was here. My little girl was here! Why else would there be a fucking door in the middle of the cave system? The fucker had to have some sort of underground bunker built here. I raced after Logan. I wanted to get to the door as soon as possible. I wanted to break it down and grab my pup. I wanted to take her away from here as soon as possible. Our warriors cleared the path for us as we approached the door. Drake was already there. He shifted back into his human form because he couldn’t mind-link with us. He wasn’t a part of our pack.

Lea suggested, “He knows how to cure Noah.” “I-I can’t, he and the other pack’s members are hunting in the Hamptons…” Drake wasn't aware that his plan could backfire at him, “I need to revive his inner-wolf so he could heal faster, please mother, you got to help me, or Noah would die!” “Drake, you need to calm down…” “I-I can't, I don't want to lose him!” Drake yelled, “I love him so fucking much!” “You won’t, as long as you’re following my instruction,” she assured.

Beside her stood Drake, the embodiment of untamed power, his eyes burning with a fierce determination that mirrored her own. Their mission was clear: to seek out the elusive Alpheno, a being of immense power and shrouded in mystery, rumored to be hiding within the confines of the Water Nation. Lyca, with her intimate knowledge of the land and its people, served as their guide, while Drake's formidable strength and unwavering loyalty provided a formidable shield against any who dared to stand in their path.

The guests headed back to their suites. In all this chaos, Drake walked slowly out of the back lobby. He moved like he was walking through a light that only he could see. His eyes were looking at the ceiling, not the floor. He was counting the sensors. He was memorizing the security map in his head from what he saw during the show. Right behind him, his three wolves followed: Finn, Rox, and Cyra. They moved with the lightness of wolves standing on enemy ground. They were completely silent, but they were not calm.

"The Resonance must be harvested. The Aether requires its anchor." "Fuck you!" Kaelor roared. He didn't wait. He didn't plan. Kaelor threw himself forward, his muscles bulging as he grabbed the front hydraulic leg of the walker. With a guttural, primal scream, he strained against the machine, his boots carving deep furrows into the frozen dirt. The walker tilted, its servos whining in protest as Kaelor’s beast-strength, pushed past its absolute limit, held the mountain of iron at bay.

A jet of high-pressure steam exploded downward with the force of a rocket engine. The Lift—with Drax’s walker and two squads of troopers on it—didn't go down. It shot up. It launched up the vertical track like a bullet in a barrel. Drax screamed as the G-force pinned him to his seat. The walker buckled. The Lift car cleared the top of the track. It kept going. It shot fifty feet into the air, cleared the safety rail, and hung there for a breathless second of zero gravity. Then, gravity remembered it existed.