Harry Potter Drake Novels & Stories

Theo threw a piece of the shirt at her. It wasn’t particularly her shirt, she sensed. Running her fingers over the silk, she could feel it. Bringing it closer to her eyes, she realized it was a black shirt. “Wear it,” Theo muttered, reaching for a leather electric shock collar. He sighed, watching her as she pulled on the shirt. He walked toward her and pulled her neck close. Fastening the collar around her neck, he said, “Drake has a dragon tattoo on the left side of his neck. Short curly hair. Black-framed specs. Dark brown eyes.”

Drake __FLASHBACK__ Two days earlier. “What did you find?” Dad asked. “They were hunters but not human,” I answered. “They were what Drazian has created,” Dray adds. We had caught a few of the creatures and killed the rest. They had come onto our land chasing after something or someone. They are vile creatures. They had been created by a hybrid. He was half-dragon and half-vampire. He has been capturing all rare and powerful supernatural species for years now. His favourite target is the rare and powerful gemstone dragons. He has been capturing other supernatural beings and experimenting with them. He is pure evil

I hissed at him this time. “Daydra denying me doesn’t work like the wolves and Lycans also your a fucking dragon too or did you forget this while making googly eyes at dick-features over there huh?” He retorted. “I am not a dragon, I am King Aaron's daughter, a vampire and my mother was a Lycan, I will deny you and your bullshit “! I stated. “NOW HOW THE FUCK DO I REJECT YOU” I yelled at him. “Daydra don’t do this please, I’m not doing this for just me or worrying only about myself baby girl”He said.

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

A young man appears before our eyes and looks around the room as he floats to the ground. “Draco” She says in wonder.

Lydia replies to Grace before clapping her hands over her mouth, embarrassed that she let her Harry Potter obsession out. “I knew I liked her.” Grace responds as Drake chuckles, pulling Lydia down the hall, guiding her towards his office. “So this is where you work?” Lydia asked, as she ran her hands over his desk, while Drake closed and locked the door behind him. “What are you doing Drake?” Lydia asked when she heard the door lock, and watched as he prowled towards her like a lion stalking its prey. “Trapping a beautiful woman in my office.” Drake responds as he pushes Lydia up against his desk, making her fall back and land on her ass, putting her in a sitting position, before pushing in

Because they might be true, and that possibility irritated me more than the pain. Had Drake really believed it, even for a moment? I had stood at his side for thirty years, serving him with unwavering loyalty, yet he had ordered the chains, the lashes, and the humiliation without a second thought. So all those years, all those times he claimed I was family, had it all been nothing more than politics? Harry saw the hesitation. His eyes gleamed. "There it is." I hated that he noticed. "I can't wait to take your seat," he whispered. "Once you're dead, nobody will stand between me and the Drake family."

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

Leonard chuckled. "What do you mean?" Draco asked restlessly. Leonard threw something on the carpet. It rolled and stopped not far from Draco's feet. It was a dragon's head that had been decapitated and preserved. Draco stared at the dragon's head without any reaction. He did not recognize the dragon's head. The head did not belong to Albus, Jergintarth, Zergenth, Zilpher, Urvath, or Zellin. Draco was secretly grateful that the dragon head carcass wasn't the one he knew.

"But you must know what happened to me these past days, don't you?" "You wouldn't want to know if I told you," Drake said quietly as if he pitied his friend. "I have seen a lot and if I weren't your good friend, I would have killed you for betraying me. I know, I have lifted more dead carcasses than our creator himself and put them back on their feet, and breathed life into them. Perhaps, using you hadn't been a mistake at all." He rose from his sofa again, dropping the glass, and walked around Krepe's chair. "I often wonder what it is that motivates you to do the unimaginable, but then I remember, it's all part of the plan. During the coronation, I can remember telling the creator—oh but sh