Drakes Mythology Novels & Stories

Draco growled. Daemon frowned. "You're reassigning my responsibilities?" "I'm reminding you that we have an intruder." Draco answered back. Daemon grin and said, "The intruder isn't flirting with me." "The Crimson Mistress isn't your assignment." Draco roared. Draven failed to suppress a laugh. "Oh, this is getting entertaining." Daemon looked between Draco and me before a slow, knowing grin spread across his face. "I see." Draco remained expressionless. "You see nothing."

Drake was tall and the moment he was able to walk again, he also started training again to develop his muscles the way they are now. “I think this is your mom’s secret haven,” I said. “Wait, my mom’s what?” he asked confused. “These are your mom’s journals,” I said as I pointed to the shelves, “I haven’t had the time to read all of them.” I walked over to the table where the journal where she thinks that I was a mage. Drake took it and read it. After he finished reading he looked at me, his eyes filled with excitement. “Maybe there are answers here,” he exclaimed and I smiled back at him.

my mom said as she gave me a sad smile, “Drake’s father isn’t like that, but his grandfather is. I was glad that Drake’s father changed all that he created Purpura as a safe haven for people like us.” My mom took a deep breath before continuing what she was about to say. “But Ares has different plans,” she said, “Our society knows about it but then there isn’t much that we can do. He is the Alpha’s best friend and right hand.” “I can still remember vaguely, just right before you and Dana were born. My dead grandmother came to me,” she said and this time she looked at me, “She said that a war was coming and that one of you was the Chosen One. And she told me that the Chosen One was the one wi

It was your life force, your mental capacity and your ability to understand mankind. After Malachi received his mark, he stood next to Nino as each member blessed and accepted him as the new Head Alpha. It was a heady experience as ten Zetas placed numerous gifts in front of him and he now had to choose nine. Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil.

"You were both sent back. Different times, different ways, but both reborn. Do you think that is coincidence? The Moon Goddess marked you both for a reason!" A beast's claw pierced through Drake's chest from behind. Time seemed to stop as I watched ice-blue light leak from the wound like liquid starlight. "No!" My scream was primal, inhuman. Drake looked down at the claw protruding from his chest, then back at us. "Remember... death is not the end. Not for us. Find the Moonstone territory. The truth is waiting there. Everything you need to—" The beast ripped its claw free, and Drake collapsed. His ice-blue eyes stared sightlessly at the ceiling, his chest no longer moving.

The next phrases made even Drake's hair at the back of his neck stand. "Fràmsi lācht àkranmān ún, Grüt ichwā shālāv àlún dús grèshmin stēua Krücht màrkus shulém ān desànn." And that Jucel went out of the dungeon with Drake following her, leaving the Illinora screaming. Jucel Greyn, a Saranian descent, just recited the prophecy in an ancient Demetrian language that no one knew.

And with ease, he took over that Lightning which Stacy has send to him. Then he redirected it to where some of the Rogue wolves where. The loud sound of lightning boomed striking there, now much powerful than what Stacy had send. The wolves all quickly whimpered, jumping and scattering away from that area. “What are you,” Stacy shouted in unbelief. With an evil smirk Drakes quickly extended his hand to the once heir of the Warlock kingdom and drained away, taking all her powers. “Mom,” Ariel screamed in panic, not wanting her mother to die.

“Yeah, I wanted to talk to you and Luca about this. Ryder you should be able to feel magical interference in the air, but because your powers and abilities are suppressed by the Chains, I would think that is why you weren’t able to.” “What the fuck do you mean, Drake?” “I think magic was being used last night. The question is, who was it. That club was filled with magical beings. It would be hard to pinpoint who it was.” “How is it that you can feel things like that, and I can’t?” Luca asked. “Drake is part god, remember? His dad is Hades, his mother is that bitch Samantha.” “Hell, I forgot! So, why should Ryder be able to feel the energy of a spell or magic being used when I can’t?”

As for Drake, as Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, he had failed to uncover Scarlett’s betrayal and had even allowed her to act unchecked within the territory, indirectly leading to his brother’s death. The Council stripped him of his Alpha title for three years. During that time, Blackwood would be governed by the elders. Orion was the one who told me all this. His tone stayed calm, as though he were merely reading a border report unrelated to Frostvale. “There’s one more thing,” he said after a pause. “Drake has chronic poisoning from border herbs.” I looked up. “During all those years in Blackwood, Scarlett was secretly poisoning his moon-infused food. The poison wasn’t lethal, but it slowly c

"Is this truly your real appearance?" I turned the page towards Alexander, my eyes wide with disbelief. He deliberated for a moment before affirming, nodding gracefully. "Yes, it is indeed my true being." On the third page of the first ever version of the enchiridion was a daunting portrait of a deity which greeted my eyes. It was an image of Dhruv. The god possessed a monstrous horn at the center of his head, fiery red eyes that burned with an intensity unmatched, and a velvety long midnight blue hair cascading down to the ground. His ethereal skin as white as freshly fallen snow. Dhruv, in his majestic Lycan form, emanated an intriguing air of allure, mingling danger with mischief. A smatt