Drakes Bible Novels & Stories

"Thank you doctor. " Drake walks the doctor out and I head into the kitchen to make coffee. The door to the living room closes and I hear Drake's footsteps behind me. "Did you have a good night? " "Yes thank you and you? " He doesn't answer and considers my cup of coffee with a strange eye, then he walks behind the counter and sets a plate of fresh fruit down for me. I take some grapes and put them in my mouth, the juicy fruit then exploded under the force of my teeth. I close my eyes to let the flavor of the fruit fill my mouth. I take another fruit and I crack inside, the fruit is so juicy that the juice flows from my lips to my throat. When I open my eyes, I meet Drake's gaze on me. A str

once again letting Drake pull her into the abyss.

Drake won't give a damn about the person's motivation as long as they are criminals, regardless of how harshly they are judged. The appearance of Dylan, the skilled and powerful general of the kingdom, in particular, is what makes everyone feel afraid. He is the cause of the majority of the kingdom's problems. As a servant who owes a debt to Drake, Dylan has demonstrated that he is loyal to Dylan and is always willing to do anything for Dylan. Those who seek to challenge Drake for the throne should be wary of Dylan because of his strength and intelligence, which together constitute a lethal weapon.

And I love my life there, with Nyra In it' he thought. Suddenly a thought crossed his mind. 'A prophecy? The goddess was talking about a prophecy related to the Dragon Relic. What is it? I need to find out. If I have information regarding that, then I can find a way out of all this he decided. Mason, who is sitting in the other carriage is worried for Drake. 'He is not liking this. But we cannot go back unless Nyra is ready. Why is this happening to him?' he thought worriedly. Dale is ecstatic that Drake would be their future king. He believes everything the goddess says will become true. So that means, Drake will become the winter King, no matter if he likes it or not, he thought.

She couldn’t believe it was going down the drain as quickly as it started! The affection between her and Drake, he had become so withdrawn from everyone including Amelia but she knew she couldn’t let him be. Drake became obsessed with the diary. He kept on rereading it over and over, and every time he does, It always looked like he hadn’t understood the writing at all, he was still finding it difficult to believe it wasn’t fabricated too, it felt like it was all a sick joke and Ryan wasn’t dead at all. He had left then to propose a relationship to Gabriella, a lady after his heart. Amelia knew the right fact,

I added. My voice softened. “He changed.” Drake’s gaze snapped to me. “What do you mean?” he asked. “He became something else,” I said. “Something not human.” Silence. Unmoving. “And the place…” I added quietly, “they named it after him.” Drake didn’t blink. “What name?” he asked. I looked at the book. Then back at him. “Bete,” I said. Drake slowly closed the book. His expression unreadable. “I have never seen this book before,” he said.

I grabbed Creed’s arm and nudged him to sit back down. “You said you had a book about blessed werewolves?” Drake asked. “Yah, I was looking through it before all of you got here.” I grabbed the book off my stand and handed it to Drake. “I want to see if there’s anything about the prophecy witch in here. Maybe there’s more to the story,” Drake said as he started flipping through the pages. “I didn’t think of looking for it because she was a witch.” Drake nodded as he continued to look.

Outside a church, Drake leaned against his car, lighting a cigarette. By the time he finished smoking, Kale had sealed off the church with his team. "Anything?" Drake asked. Kale gestured for his men to bring over a few boxes. Inside lay black cloaks and white masks resembling those from European theater. "Nothing else?" "No." Drake picked up a mask and turned to Debra, who was sitting in the car. "Is this it?" Debra looked at it and nodded. "That's the one."

Drake. What does he want? . . . ......

Good night Drake. "Goodnight babe.'