Harry Potter Drake Novels & Stories

George gritted his teeth, looking at the idiot in front of him. "It's not that easy. He is not a normal dragon. He is Drake Hamilton, the most powerful orange dragon ever born. No one can kill him just like that. Not even the dragon elders. Even if we complain, he has a valid reason to be there in the fairy world. So not even the dragon elders could punish him for that" George pointed out.

"Drake. You're ranked third amongst the Young Masters of Wolsing. I'm sure you understand what it means to roll with the punches, right?" "Don't worry, I'll roll with the punches," Drake said as he held his shoulder with a pained expression. However, he was definitely worthy of his status. He did not cry out in pain even after what had happened. "Because if I don't, I'll never have the chance to kill you slowly. I believe that day won't be too far!" Harvey said with a smile. "Kill me? You aren't worthy yet." And then, Harvey extended his hand and held Drake's shoulder. A surge of energy quietly entered Drake's veins.

"She'll think I'm paranoid. That I don't trust her judgment." "You don't trust Drake's judgment. There's a difference." I pulled up Drake's profile. Alexander Drake, a self-made billionaire. Every article painted him as a visionary who invested in human capital. But buried in a two-year-old Guardian piece was a quote that made my jaw tight: "Alexander Drake is the smiling shark of the UK. Charming until he sees blood in the water." My phone buzzed. Adriana. "Classes are just beginning but already incredible. Professor James is terrifying. Missing you."

“ I don't care if he ends up walking you up the aisle. I don't want to know but you are getting yourself in trouble. Ron is dangerous and I wouldn't hesitate to say it in front of him.” “ Don't speak ill about the man I am in love with.” I cautioned. Drake hesitated, his eyes glistening with mischief. “ We all have our lives to live. I'll leave you both to catch up." He glared at Ron. His gaze shifted from Ron, landing on me. “ Don't forget my words. Ron is a hungry wolf in sheep's clothing." Drake said,his voice laced with genuineness. He glared at Ron for the last time and exited the room.

They got into the car, taking the backseat. The Potter Group's headquarters was always bustling, but today seemed unusually hectic. Upon arriving, Debra and Marion were ushered into a conference room. There, Andrew sat with an uncharacteristically grim expression. "Drake is here," he announced. At the mention of the name, a chill ran down Debra's spine. She knew the name well—too well. Drake was infamous both domestically and internationally. Even in her previous life, Debra had heard of him. If Marion was a king who fought his way to power through bloodshed, then Drake was the shadowy puppeteer behind the scenes, controlling everything from the darkness.

Drake, who was standing behind Harry, laughed mockingly, "In fact, you had to undergo surgery on that right leg of yours. Hm, so badly injured, you still dare to stay here. Aren't you ashamed?" "You cripple! Get out of the palace, you don't belong here!" Harry added. "You're just a burden, don't you realize?" Drake said. Harry laughed again, "Want to fight me, come on! In five minutes you'll be down." Andrew clenched his fists. "No need to talk so much. Let's-" Bugh! Drake apparently punched Andrew without warning. And that made his partner laugh with satisfaction, "Oh, just a light punch, you're wincing. Hm, how weak. Disgusting."

All seven figures simultaneously ripped their hoods from their heads. Jared Dale, Lord Neptos, Jucel Greyn, Prince Ciaran, Princess Zillah, Vivien Li, Drake, Theo Jōn, and Tara Jōn stood in front of them, completely unaware that the group of friends paled. Kieran tilted his head. "Drake?" Drake looked at the blind man and let out a small smile. "Hello, young cousin." The moment Kieran heard his voice, he dropped to his knee and his fist to his heart. If Drake is here, then...

"After I found out your purpose for moving, I researched all the packs here. Judging from its reputation, Pack Houghton is the one that often makes trouble, especially their Alpha, Drake Radley. According to my confidant, he's always been obsessed with werewolves with healing abilities because they're so rare. And just now he learned that you are the owner of that ability. I'm sure he'll make a move sooner or later. So I want to warn you now. Don't go near him." "Jude, I don't understand what you mean. What does Drake have to do with my parents?" "You once said that you heard one of the assassins say that they were looking for a 'healer', and that was you, right? I think now you can connect

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

I snickered at that thought, and that brought their attention to me. “Honey, won't you say hello to your friend?” Mom asked. “Hey Drak…” “What's your name?” Dad interrupted me. “Drake Wellington, sir.” Drake replied humbly, bowing a little. “Mister Wellington, what's your grade in school?” Oh my. He wasn't even offered a seat before the interrogation began. Drake straightened slightly, glancing at me for help, but I was too busy silently praying for his survival. “I, uh… I have a 4.3 GPA, sir,” he answered carefully.