Harry Potter Drake Novels & Stories

Drake dashed out of the packhouse and went straight for his black armored Lexus SUV. 'Maya! Caden!', Drake called thorough the mind-link. 'Where is Talia!?'

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

Parker seemed to catch onto the silent question, because he answered, "William had set the cameras up. Your father didn't know of them." "Drake's dad was badass," I whistled. Justin and Parker agreed. Drake finally, finally, came back, the light from his laptop illuminating his silver hair. He looked slightly annoyed when he saw that I'd taken his spot on the couch. "That's my spot," he said. "Too bad," I shrugged. "Sit somewhere else," I told him with a smirk. It probably shouldn't have been that fun to rile him up. "No, I won't," he grumbled. No, growled. He could easily pass for Fae.

Drake “Drake, what is it?” Jake asked, his voice quivering. I could only point to the sack, unable to form the words to describe what I had found. He cautiously stepped forward, his hand reaching out to touch the bag. He hesitated for a moment, then pulled back the flap and peered inside. His eyes widened in horror, and he let out a gasp. He reached into the bag, pulling out a blood-stained shirt, and clinging to his fingers.

another commanded him. They immediately ran towards the source of the sound. I was very relieved because I felt the guy named Bryn was looking at me suspiciously. “Bryn Parker,” I mumbled as I read the name on the card. The business card indicated that he was part of the Flower Skull. Luckily, when I first brought Frey to my house, it was almost midnight. No one looked at Frey at all. Then since then, Frey also never left the room. It's been five days since that day. It felt like we were so safe that it made me feel uneasy. Even so, things won't change.

Vee suggested. "His delivery receipts says Drake but I don't know the second name. "Okay let me search for all the Drakes then you can tell me who is your prince charming" I nodded wordlessly. All the pictures, she sent me none of them looked like him. "Short woman, what if he is a terrorist.You said he loks like a mixed race, Egyptian or even an Eritrean.Vee said frowning but I didn't care. "I don't think so.He is so sweet and

Kiran put the bags down and the exhaustion was noticeable. “Who’s the woman?” Malachi asked. “Charlotte. She’s a witch and his girlfriend,” Kiran said. “I can never thank you enough for this, Kiran,” Malachi said. “Dad, you know I’d do anything for you. Let’s go downstairs so you can meet Charlotte. You’ll like her and she knows Levi best. I know you have questions,” Kiran said with a smile. Malachi closed the bedroom door behind him and followed Kiran downstairs.

I hoped Sarah was okay because the whole pack knew by now that she'd been evacuated twice in two days and that Viktor was hunting her and the stress of that on top of being pregnant had to be wearing her down. Drake appeared at the edge of the clearing with his beta and two other wolves I didn't recognize and the temperature seemed to drop about ten degrees because Drake had that effect on people where just his presence made you want to submit or run. He was bigger than I remembered with broad shoulders and arms covered in scars that looked like they came from fights he'd won and he moved with the kind of confidence that came from never losing. "Cain," Drake called out and his voice carried

“You’re not thinking straight, son. The police will come. Do you really want them to find you like this?” Drake’s chest heaved, his fingers tightening around the neck of the broken bottle. His bloodshot eyes flickered between Calla and Harold. Calla took a cautious step toward Harold. She knew this might be her only chance. “Harold, please…” Drake slammed his fist against the table. “Shut up!” Harold exhaled sharply. He looked at Drake—the son he had raised, the boy he wanted to be proud of. But— he has become a monster.

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.