Inquisitormaster Drake Novels & Stories

Drake growled, throwing off his shirt to bare his muscular frame, the very surroundings suddenly changing! Vicky, Cliff, and Yara gasped in turn. "Did he reach the pinnacle as a vigor wielder?" "His vigor's so abundant… he must be on the cusp of Birthright!" The crowd was left frowning at yet another dramatic turn of events. "So that's why he's so confident… Drake has mastered his vigor!" "Wasn't he just an initiate five years ago? Such an accomplishment is just horrific!" Drake was grinning gleefully even as he listened to the crowd's comment.

Drake is a monster. “I’m here to compile what is mine. He beamed when I looked into your eyes, I could no longer compromise my happiness of possessing you under me. Have you screamed and moaned out my name?" “What is yours?" I asked, whirling to get up on my feet. He giggled at me. “Your torso, of course. All your body is meant for me, little slave.” “My body is meant only for me,” I answered back. “Uh…” Mr. Drake’s voice came out low as he gave me a nasty, evil chuckle. “Does it seem you have forgotten who your master was? Do you want me to help you recall everything?”

Chris explained all his doubts through the wedding video. “Combined with what I heard during hypnosis,” he said, “I’m sure my mother knew Drake. But I asked my family, and the Jameson family never collaborated with the Drake Group. One was based in Impelia, the other in Wusterfield—they rarely even saw each other, maybe a nod at business banquets at most. Private contact was completely nonexistent. So if my mother knew Drake, it must have been after she left home.

Drake paused for a while and then switched on a large screen television. He pointed at the television. "That over there is a pink colored flash drive which he mostly carries around wherever he goes and it is rumored to contain information that could help in bringing him to the books. Your mission is to get the flash drive and make it go missing without him having to notice."

"It’s been a while, Big Silly Hughes." "Master Rinz!" Drake's vicious face broke into a rare smile as he bowed respectfully to Elio. Even though his status was different now, he still had to follow the rules. He shook Elio's hand and said excitedly, "I've missed you all these years, sir. I’m so glad to finally meet you again!” Everyone else was stunned into silence. Was this really the legendary Drake Hughes, the most influential man in Brownsville? Why was he behaving like Elio’s subordinate? What was going on?

That made my heart pause. “You saw Drake practicing dark magic?” “Yes.” “When?” “Several nights ago. I followed him.” “Why would you…?” “Because something didn’t sit right with me. He’d come to ask for help to remove you. The way he spoke… it wasn’t just ambition. It was desperation, like he needed to become Alpha now. I was curious. So I tracked him.” I rubbed a hand down my face. “And you saw…?” “A cave,” he said. “Deep in the woods. He lit black candles. Drew blood sigils on the ground. Spoke in a language I’ve never heard before.”

Petrov patted the older man on the back and informed him that his son could call him as soon as they were done. Petrov returned to his office just as Drake was coming to meet him with the boy's vitals. At first, Drake kept everything clinical and professional, but as he got to the end of the basic briefing his descriptions became practically pornographic. With an obvious hard cock tenting his pants, Drake described, "This boy is completely hairless and has one of the cutest bubble butts I've seen in a long time. His cock is about average for his age and stature. He's obviously nervous and I couldn't think of a reasonable excuse for examining his asshole without scaring the poor boy. I can't

What was the point once you saw what the girl had to offer? It was mercenary of him, but Drake didn’t normally stop to think about other people’s feelings. Hell, if he did, he’d never have a show called FIND LOVE OR STRIP . Actually, most of the programming on his TV Channel would be a bust. And Drake liked money. He liked money a lot more than he liked most people. The assistant—Lawson—returned with his drink. Rob tasted it, grimaced at the strength of the tequila, and drank it anyway. “We hear anything from Brown Brooke yet?”

If anything, I didn’t even know how I looked or why I looked the way that I did. I walked back to the room and lay on the couch, my body feeling like it was going to drop at any given moment. All I wanted was to sleep, even the idea of eating or smelling anything felt unpleasant. The door was knocked twice, and I stared at it for a second before clearing my throat, well, forcing myself to. “Come in.” Dr. Leah stepped inside, carrying her usual calm with her. She’d been the pack doctor long before I joined the pack, kind, efficient, and the one person who never treated me like a title.

“Slave, slave. I hear a loud scream and I rasped. I turn around on the bare, cold floor and glared at my master, Mr. Drake. I was still half asleep. I glanced at him again, glancing at his scorching furious look. I am fully awake now. “Yes, Master, what can I do for you? I asked him, shuddering, knowing he was probably here to torture me. The scene, how Mr. Drake killed Mr. David, still appears in my mind. It was disastrous. The blood. The dead body and how he was burned after he was killed. Mr. Drake is a monster. “I am here to compile what is mine. He beamed, when I look into your eyes, I could no longer comprise my happiness of possessing you under me. Have you screamed and moaned out my