Harry Potter Drake Novels & Stories

A week of being alone with no companion almost drove me mad. A smile made Its way to Dhruv's face as he tucked some strands of his hair behind his ear. The smile on his face was one I had never seen before, so I could tell Lucan Trinigad, was indeed, his greatest love. My heart ached with that knowledge. "Gilbert and Helena son was born with xeroderma pigmentosum; because of that he couldn't step into the sun," Dhruv said. "He also couldn't be displayed in public as the upcoming Alpha of the white pack. It was about that period that I decided to leave Eortí and come to Trinigad alongside Asmodeus and Iblis."

"So it wasn't you? You had nothing to do with the Lorris girl?" Drake shook his head. "No. None. Why would I piss off my dad to that level by digging up that device if I was involved? He's not going to let me live this one down for a long time." Kha stared at the porch. "Thank you for that… seriously. I didn't have the best reaction back there. I wasn't upset at what you did." Drake stepped forward. "No reason to apologize. I'd have had the same reaction to finding out I was drugged."

He got fooled by that demon girl and offered him the satisfaction he wanted to a girl and she let that happened so that she could do whatever she wanted because he's now under her demon list spell. " Are you okay Drake?" Steph asked him after he got feel better. Martha and Sacahir aka Dave came over to see him. Drake slowly opened his eyes and he saw his best friend Steph in front of him and he looked happy and quickly embraced her because of happiness. " I'm happy you're back!" He told her and she just smiled at him.

When they leave, my father tells me. "Are you ready for fencing?" "Of course." "Get up then," he tells me and gets up. "Let's go." I get up and follow him. ______________________________ Drake Since early in the morning, I wander to the village and be thinking about how I will enter the castle without causing suspicion. I walk among the humble houses without having a specific direction. The kids around me are screaming happily as they play. At some point as I pass, I notice two men talking upon a wheelbarrow that had sacks full of something, barley, I suppose.

I said, shaking my head. Drake stared at me for a moment before driving off. He dropped me off in front of my house, and I got out, walking in with a heavy heart. I was sad about Harry's demise, and at the same time, I couldn't help but wonder if the Hall of Whispers still existed after the explosion. Maybe I'd pass through that route again in the future, if I got the chance. Drake POV Finally, I decided to listen to Joe's investigation so far.

I read it aloud. Drake’s what?

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

"Harriet is predictable. She'll come at you head-on, probably with backup next time. Drake is the one you should worry about." "What do you mean?" Xander glanced down the hallway, then back at me. "He's not angry that you won. He's fascinated. And when Drake becomes fascinated with someone, they either become his greatest weapon or his most dangerous enemy." "Which one am I?" "That depends on choices you haven't made yet." He paused. "The offer I made before still stands. The orb, freedom, a chance to escape all this." I shook my head. "I can't just run away."

Drake's voice unintentionally broke my train of thoughts and I sighed, walking up to the table that has some broken cups and jug. "The water is..." the cup and jug were in my hands as I turn to tell Drake that the water had finished, when I saw something scary. I thought he has been healed or what exactly is happening? Little Drake gradually turn into something beast-ful, it started skeptically from his slender hands growing into a thick dark hair covering his body- his eyes automatically turned red as he stared at me with hatred - having that I - have - found - my - prey look. His transformation was purely indescribable.

He will fight till the end and if I don’t do something, it’s sure to happen. Drake threw his arm out attempting to hold me back. I had forgotten that he had come here with me. “Demi, don’t. Let me!” Before I could protest, Drake’s body started to change. I have never seen his true demonic form before. He began to morph into a creature that towered as tall as any dragon. He stood on two legs with hooves for feet. His legs bent in an unusual way that would remind you of a goat or something of the sort. His skin was black and leathery, almost looking like burnt flesh. His face and torso still remained, his hands had claws and his head held two huge horns that curled. His body had a red glowing