Hurt Tim Drake Novels & Stories

“Brother Tyr, things are not looking good for us, both online and offline,” said Drake Tucker. He was watching the concert as he read the comments online. However, he was not anxious or worried in the slightest. Tyr Summers was calm as well. He smiled. “The more they harass us, the sweeter the revenge later. Who is up next?” “The Thai superstar, Davika,” replied Drake. “We will tell everyone the list of performers through her very own mouth.”

Drake had stayed away from home. Especially now that he knew she would never be his. He knew it was happening today and fought to stay away, but he was close enough. He landed and shifted back and walked through the woods, trying to keep his mind off it. He was dozing off a bit when a sudden, sharp pain vibrated through him. It felt like he had been shot. He looked down and saw no blood, nor a wound. He hurt bad enough for one to be there. As he pondered this, he heard her voice. She called out to him and in an instant, knew something happened to her. He wasted no time as he shifted and took flight. Flying as fast as his wings would go.

Ruby laughed heartily and said, "I only hurt my forehead, not my mouth. Drake, if you can't come whenever I call you in the future, I will tell my dad about how you caused me harm. You know, my dad will definitely go and hold Miss Fletcher accountable." Drake was feeling extremely frustrated, "Miss, what do you like about me? Can I change it?" Ruby said, "Every part of your body, I couldn't keep my hands off. Including every strand of your hair, it captivated me." Drake vomited directly. Ruby asked, "What's wrong with you?" Drake said, "It's nothing, my stomach has been a bit weak lately." Ruby gritted her teeth and said, "Were you weak in the stomach?"

She didn’t seem to be very happy at the moment. “Were you trying to kill me you lil’ shit? As soon as I get my energy back, I’m gonna fuckin’ cut you up into little pieces and . . . man, I’m tired,” Drake said with a huff, sort of getting off the ground to stand. Thanks to Leslie and Luke’s help. “Sorry, bro. I was running and then I bumped into—” Blake began to explain. I was standing behind him. All of their attention was fully on Drake that they hadn’t noticed me yet.

An evil grin crossed Drake’s face but was quickly wiped off when the sounds of sirens coming near caught everyone’s attention. Drake moved so fast that I could hardly see. He was now standing at the entrance of the club. The sirens were right outside now. The flashing red and blue lights were illuminating the surrounding buildings. The police? Fire Trucks? or both? Drake turned to me. “Willow, baby, I am sorry I hit you. I hate myself for it. I want you to know that I won’t stop until I remind you of how great we are together. You are everything to me.” He turned back toward Brax who looked like he was ready to rip the skin from Drake’s body, leaving him to bleed out on the floor. “As for yo

We tried our best to look surprised at their action to play along but to be honest there was nothing that they would ever do that would come as a surprise to me anymore. Drake was the first to speak with a guilty and sorry look on his face as he said to Kace “ I'm sorry that I have been acting like a spoiled brat and disrespecting you. I'm so sorry for causing and orchestrating problems between you and Tess. I promise to change henceforth and be the loving little brother you used to know “. “ It's fine Drake. You didn't have to kneel “ Kace said to him as he helped Drake stand up.

She was dragging Michael right behind her. “You two, have a nice evening please.” She smiled a sincere smile. Drake watched the receding back of the two people feeling a sense of loss. He did not know what to say. However, after the gap of 5-6 months after that incident, he had come to terms with the reality. He accepted his fault, his mistakes, and now, he was going to make sure he did not make the same mistakes in the future. After his preparations were complete, he was going to make sure he took over the Blake gang and reform it for good.

Drake said, without a hint of joke in his voice I felt a painful ache in my heart at his words. "What are you saying?" I asked with disbelief. "Didn't you listen to everything I just said, I'm done fighting for whatever this is. It's obviously a waste of my time." Drake's words hit so hard that I felt my eyes well up with tears. "You can't do that," I muttered. "Watch me," Drake said as he dropped the axe he was holding and walked away leaving me standing in the darkness with a painful ache in my heart.

Drake smiled at Nyra, who looked worried for him. Nyra gasped when she saw his injured forehead. "What happened to you?" She asked him with shock and worry. Drake touched his wound lightly. "Just a small injury" he muttered. Now he is in a state of confusion. How to hide his healed injury from her? he thought. Nyra lightly touched his wounded forehead. Unknowingly, her palm started to illuminate brightly and the blood vanished from his face. Nyra's eyes widened with shock.

The guys all looked stumped, eyeing me strangely as we sat in silence waiting for debrief. “Hey West.” Drakes voice greeted from the main floor of A block outside our lounge room. “Hey.” I smiled back at him. Noting an angry looking bruise on his left cheek. “You get that today?” I questioned my brows pulling up in worry. Out of all the trainees Drake was the one I felt most comfortable with, and after four weeks of training together I felt more comfortable around him than the guys on my new team. “Yeah, infected.” he stated seeming his usual self.