Drakes Mythology Novels & Stories

“So, I put my plan together. The Goddess Hecate even blessed me the night before I left. Then while I was gone, the Goddess Sol made a connective bridge between Angel and me so that she could help heal me and give me strength. Right before Nika sent up the flare, I was able to identify the supernatural since he met with the idiot, and I got to eavesdrop on their meeting with the use of astral projection. Draxthi is a Demacore, one of Douchey Loki’s creations. There’s already been thousands of deaths because of him, and millions will be lost if we can’t stop him and his army. He’s using a large number of sacrifices that act as a power boost for his army. His deal with the idiot is to provide

He pointed a finger in the air, “Books, my dear. Books. There is much legend that is written about the existence of this place.” “That doesn't sound right., Evrah replied. "If it is such a secret, and hard to find, how would someone know it existed enough to write about it?” “There are many things you do not yet know, but I will say this, your lineage is why we are here. It is the ancients that gained us entry. It is that tie to the past, that you must embrace in order to save the future.” Evrah shook her head, “More cryptic talk. Can you tell me what that means, 'my tie to the past'?”

“I guess part of me just knew you’d see something we didn’t.” Draven nodded slowly, his fingers tracing the seal of her House, a green dragon around the Aurelian crest. “I know what it’s like to be trapped beneath people’s expectations.” His words made my heart clench. He murmured, “You’re not like me, Nora.” “Neither are you, Draven,” I replied, swallowing hard. “I know,” he said, shaking his head. “But you were born into this disease. I was created in fear, a weapon forged in blood meant to hate each other.”

I look forward to bringing Edith and Drake's story back to life for you! Much love, Mirto

“the hound of hell is the only way. He will come, burn, destroy and defeat, I’m his Banshee who he will soon meet. When he comes they better run, Because I have called and he will come. our souls intertwined as we become one. Together The queen will rise and with her, her king, the Banshee and her hellhound will live as one” The video ends but I just stand there in complete shock “What does this mean?” Drake asks, I look at him to answer “It means she’s the Banshee and he is her hellhound. ————————————————————— Drake just blinks at me, like he had no idea what to say yet I could feel the anxiety through our bond. I step forward taking his hand “It’s ok, it’s going to be fine” “Yeah we will f

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

Gideon is the shaman of the Dark Howlers pack, and as much as Gideon is needed for the spiritual guidance of the pack members, in Drake's opinion, the old guy is full of gibberish. Shaman believes in the will of the Moon Goddess, karma, the power of prayer, magical crystals, and unseen energies, while Drake believes in things he can see and touch... you know, science. The relationship between Drake and Gideon is not simple. There is an enmity between them which started many years ago. When Drake's parents died, Drake stormed into the shaman's house and trashed it in rage. "If you are so powerful, why didn't you see the danger? Why didn't you save your Alpha and Luna? Why didn't you stop it!?

Oh my goddess! I am almost afraid to ask which one Draknar is! Is he a Dragon Shifter ? Or Vampire?

“You speak in riddles. You heal, you speak of gods, and you leave me with more questions than answers. You’re a Draikos, what does that mean? Why do you know me better than I know myself?” He watched her unblinkingly and for a long moment he said nothing. “You seek certainty,” Malrik said at last. “You deserve it, but truth is a blade; it cuts those unready for the fall. Still, you came here to demand it, so I will give you an oath. Not riddles or half-answers.” Raven set her jaw. “I don’t want a vow. I want the truth.” “You will have both.” He drew a breath as if preparing to plumb deep stores of memory. “The name Draikos is older than banners and blades. It is a binding and a watchword of