Harry Potter Drake Novels & Stories

"The note read, Dear whoever is reading this, you urgently need to get ahold of the police when you find this note, my name is Freya Edwards I'm being held captive by a man called Anthony Richards. He's allowed me to go shopping with him so this was my only chance to ask someone for help, he's keeping us not far from this shop in a huge house, I can't write much as he'll find out but please again give this to the proper people" Jacob finishes reading the letter which makes tears form in Blake's eyes just to hear the words that Freya wrote, but Jacob wasn't finished "we checked the security footage and found this" he says turning a tv on to show an aisle in a shop.

, he brought a glass and handed it over to her and poured wine for her. “Thank you”, she said with a smile, she looked on at him with anticipation. “You are yet to see me become one with my favourite element, water”, he cleared his throat and bowed, “I am Lord Drago Mire”, he said in a thick funny accent, “I am a magician”, he bowed again. When he stood upright, he glared at her, “This is the point where you clap Raisel, haven’t you been to shows?” She laughed, “I’m so sorry Dragomir”, she stood to her feet and gave him a standing ovation, “Are you happy now?”

Draco is commonly known as the Dark Lord, but he’s actually the Higher Power of Evil. “Silas has a point. Paxton is the first hybrid amongst the supernatural creatures,” Draco commented. Lucia sighed. “So, where do we even begin searching for answers when it comes to him?” “I don’t think it would be wise to go asking the witches about it. We would have to hold our own investigation,” I suggested before there was smoke around us. We coughed until it cleared up to reveal a beautiful Caucasian woman with long black hair and green eyes. “Silas Keller?” she spoke up.

I said, and chuckled to myself. “I don’t know who that is but I’m not a doctor. You’re on some pain killers, probably making you a bit crazy. Unless you’re always crazy, talking nonsense. You don’t remember what happened? You were abducted. I’m Drake and you’re in Black Cove,” he said, matter of fact. He had on a black muscle t-shirt that showed off his beefy arms, tribal looking tattoos. He’d probably fit in as a big wig in the army, intimidating people. He was clearly sharp but his bedside demeanor needed a lot of work.

I heard Drake ask. “Yah, but she lost control of all her powers. Has that ever happened to you?” Drake was a wolf with magic like me, but he only has Fire and earth power’s. I opened my eyes and tried to sit up, but my head was spinning, and the ground was too comfortable to move. “Um she’s clearly drunk,” Ezra stated the obvious. Drake shook his head, “I’ve been drunk many times and I’ve never lost control. I don’t think the alcohol caused it.”

I ask her, why she is laughing; and she put her hand to her chin; and said to my face; that Werewolves, doesn't exist; that they are only made up for movies alone… Technically, Drake isn't just a Werewolf; but he is an alpha; the leader of his pack; I believe his dad, left him to shoulder the responsibilities on. But; aren't they supposed to have, mates? If yes; why's Drake all alone... After class, I noticed Drake did not come to school, so I decided to pay him a visit at his place; I walk to the front door of his house; I knock only once at the door; and a few seconds later; I heard a man voice; he asked me to come inside; I did, I am smiling so much, but as I past the huge mirror, that is

One elf began to kneel before Drake, followed by all the others, declaring their defeat. Drake then transforms into his human form. His whole body was covered in blood and part of it had turned blue from the poison. "Your Honour!" cried the remaining dragons. Drake raised his hand, stopping those who wanted to approach. With a limp he drew closer to Altar who was still struggling with his spell. "Anna..." said Drake in front of June's body. He supported himself by placing one hand on the nearby stone table. His eyes glanced at Alarick, asking him to keep chanting the incantations non-stop.

“What . . . things in the tabloids?” “The coke, the models, the late-night parties. It’s all just PR. That, and once your rep hits a certain point, you can’t blow your nose in public without everyone assuming you just did lines in the bathroom.” “Drake , I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” Sarah told him. “Start over. I don’t know what any of this means. Is Drake even your real name?” “It’s my real name,” he agreed. “Drake Holt , owner of The Grand Channel and a few other networks.”

Titus is coming with Bert and the castle will be guarded by Harry, the third person after Titus and Drake that I’ve seen today. “It’s nice to finally meet the queen,” he said respectfully and stiffly. Drake rolled his eyes “He’s the stiffest person after Titus, why am I surrounded by serious people like them anyway?” he muttered and I just laughed softly. “Hello, Harry, nice to meet you and take care of the castle,” I said and ignored Drake. Titus walked over and wrapped his arms around me. “Okay, time to go” Drake commented back before turning to walk with his mate to the car outside.

All that, Pamela wasn’t aware. “Dickson, do you accept my help?” Mr Potter cuts in. He was starting to get impatient with the feminine banters. “At what cost Mr Potter?” Drake spoke for the first time in all of it. Mr Potter smiled, Drake had been his target audience all along. He was done using Dickson, his gullible father, so he was dispensable now. “No cost Mr Hale, just a cooperative effort in making the company more profitable and powerful.” “Tell me one thing Mr Potter,” Drake paused shortly before he continued “why would you want to betray your son?”