Draken X Mikey Novels & Stories

In mid-air, Drake changes from wolf to human. Instead of falling into the water, he hovers just above it. The monsters had already noticed him at this point and have begun their attack. “You all are just a bunch of nobodies compared to my new powers!” Drake says with a beastly smile on his face. “Let’s see what power I should use?” At the same time, a few high-powered water balls came flying at him. He quickly dodges them and even manages to deflect a couple of them flying back. He smiles to himself, “Guess I’ll try using lightning. I want to see them fry.” Drake puts his right hand up and raises the necessary power for lightning. As the monsters are just about to tackle him lightnin

"I like me some tough times. Only good thing about it is big drug deals. Connections." "How long?" Draken interrogated. "I reigned?" Draken nodded. "Seventeen months." Draken impressively stared at Sean. He knew there was a reason why he looked up to him. He'd always admired the boy from a distance since freshmen until that faithful day he requested him— Draken— to join his crew of two at the time. Had Sean noticed any potential in him or was he simply awarding a studied fascination in his—Draken—innocent boy's eyes? He still couldn't tell. Nevertheless, while with him, he'd laid out a thousand and one reasons why he wanted to follow Sean's ways.

Looking at James, he slowly spilled out some words, “Master Drake, there’s one thing about Young Master Drake that I’m not sure if I should report.” Looking at Spectre Face’s hesitant expression, James’s heart suddenly felt uneasy. He permitted, with his brows furrowed, “Spill it!” “I’ve heard that Young Master Drake has been visiting some entertainment centers lately and that he’s been mingling with a friend of Michael Wilson. That friend is a young master from a third-class family, and he’s got a stinky reputation.”

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.

He used to drink occasionally, but I had never seen him cry or lose control like this. I saw Draken tilt his head back, as if trying to stop the tears from falling, but he couldn’t hold them back. “Mathia... I love you so much. I-I want you to be mine again,” I heard him whisper. I slowly stepped back when he moved his head and looked to the side. He grabbed a frame. Wait... was that my picture? It was a picture of me from before. Draken stared at it as if his eyes were glued to it. While he was focused on the photo, I noticed his other hand move to his belt and remove it. After that, he unzipped his slacks.

Peter's POV Draco walked in front of Enzo and me as we made our way to the underground torture chambers. The journey that normally took about 1 hour took just 35 minutes to complete. Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago.

The memory slipped into place, and my eyes widened in realisation. The bodies in the forest. All of them. Dead. Was that… him? “You're supposed to be—” The words died in Micah's through before he could get them out. Draken reached for his neck, pulled him off the ground, and stared an abyss through his dangling carcass. “Get out of my way.” Micah could barely even struggle. There was no slipping out of Draken’s grip unless he permitted it. “We… we're on your side” I blurted a half-baked truth, but even that didn't stop him.

"How did Drake get him, Star?" "It's a long story," I replied, knowing we didn't have much time. "Drake's a shape shifter, too." Annie's eyes narrowed. "I figured as much." "Where are Drake and Michaels now?" I asked, looking around. "I'm not sure where Drake is, but Michaels is in his room," Annie said, her eyes narrowing. "We don't have much time. Let's go." Quickly, Annie darted down a hallway, past some rooms. I followed her, hoping we could get Rick and Zac out quietly, then come back for Drake and Michaels. But I knew that was wishful thinking.

He then turned to me and asked. “How about you, boy?” I was startled. “Ahmm.. Hawkeye of Dark Knight, 17. Best in operating latest gadgets like surveillance cameras and computers. In charge of infiltrating systems of target enemies. Just call me Miko Chan or better yet, Miko outside. Stargazer’s maintenance leader and Polaris’s waiter. I’m so glad to meet you JD-hyung! Oh, I mean, Black Dragon.” I nervously said offering my hand to him. His smile widens and accepts it.

He grabs Mick’s right arm—the one that touched me. He twists. CRACK. The sound is sickening. Like a dry branch snapping in winter. Mick’s scream is high and thin, piercing the small room. Drakon releases him. Mick drops to the floor, cradling his ruined arm, whimpering like a kicked dog. "Get out." Drakon’s voice is gravel grinding on glass. Low. lethal. "My arm! You broke my—" Drakon takes a step forward. His boot draws back. Mick scrambles backward, sliding on the broken glass, blood dripping from his nose. He doesn't stand up. He crawls. He scrambles past me, terrified eyes wide and white, and throws himself out into the hallway.