Inquisitormaster Drake Novels & Stories

Looking at James, he slowly spilled out some words, “Master Drake, there’s one thing about Young Master Drake that I’m not sure if I should report.” Looking at Spectre Face’s hesitant expression, James’s heart suddenly felt uneasy. He permitted, with his brows furrowed, “Spill it!” “I’ve heard that Young Master Drake has been visiting some entertainment centers lately and that he’s been mingling with a friend of Michael Wilson. That friend is a young master from a third-class family, and he’s got a stinky reputation.”

When he reached them, he stopped and asked them to follow him. Dr. Harrington showed them to a room that was soundproof and had a lock on the door. "I understand that you had an unexpected and unwelcome visitor this afternoon. I shudder to think what would have happened had you a)gotten to the room sooner, b)run into him coming out of the room, or c)caught him before he reached that stairwell. I was a doctor in the military, Drake. I'm not stupid. I understand these types of situations. Besides, I've done some work for your MC before. We've just never met before."

he remarked in the end. “No!” Hannah was discontent. "I love you, Lucas, please… Let's discuss this," she pleaded. Lucas gazed at Keith. "Call Drake," he instructed. Keith nodded before dialing Drake's number. A few rings later, the man answered the phone. Then, Keith handed the phone to Lucas. "Man," Drake started. "I'll need my data profile for comparison with my other doctor," he continued, glancing at the doctor, who was now perspiring and appeared terrified. "Yes, I need it immediately,” he urged before hanging up the phone.

"This better be important." "Drake hired a private investigator yesterday." Silence. Then her voice came back completely awake. "What kind of investigator?" "The kind of someone who digs up dirt to destroy people. His specialty is discrediting women." I expected fear. Maybe anger. Instead she asked calmly, "What's he looking for?" "Anything. From his previous work, he is looking for previous conflicts at work, relationship problems, academic misconduct. Anything that makes you look unstable or dishonest." "How good is he?"

Drake was out of the Pack, studying. I was already mated to Vanessa, and Trent was already a toddler when Dr. Drake returned and became the Pack's Doctor. So there's little to no chance that he knows Anastasia. He doesn't seem like he's curious either. He's keeping it professional. “She also has mild signs of fatigue. But that's all.” I nodded, unsure of what to say. I glanced at him and noticed how conflicted he was. Clearly, that wasn't all. He was struggling to say more.

Mat adjusted, answered— But I could see it. The pressure. The shift. Drake leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. Unsatisfied. Completely unsatisfied. Mat finished. Light applause followed. But Drake didn’t clap. The next person went. Then another. Each one presenting. Each one trying. And each time— Drake found something wrong. A flaw. A weakness. A gap. Nothing pleased him. Nothing impressed him. And with every passing presentation— My fear grew. My palms became sweaty. My breathing uneven.

My heart beat loudly when I saw it was an unknown number calling. Was my sister in trouble again? “Hello?” I greeted. “Hazel Thompson?” “This is her.” “This is the Heart Care Psychiatric ward. I wanted to inform you that Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy have discontinued the payment for your brother, Drake Thompson’s treatment. If it is not paid by the time the week ends, we’ll have to discharge him.” I felt like crying. My grandparents were the ones who were supposed to cover the cost of my brother’s treatment—a brother nobody but my family knew existed.

“Mr. Draco’s circulatory system was damaged, yet he is still able to maintain his master-level prowess. May I presume that he was a grandmaster at the peak of his health?” Mr. Draco narrowed his eyes and got on his knees. “Dr. Kayson, I beg you to heal me! I, Skye Draco, am willing to forever be your follower!” Mr. Draco’s full name was Skye Draco. “Are you the “Dragon Slayer” who has gone missing for the past few years?” Jeremy was surprised.

"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.

"No, that's not true, Drake! I did not betray the organization. Originally, I didn't want to get involved in the affairs of humans and werewolves, but I accidentally discovered the bad things Joshua had done. He was a fierce and cruel man. He has been secretly abducting werewolf children for years and using them as test subjects. What he did was no different from the work of a demon. I helped those werewolf kids escape, so I got my chin stuck here by Joshua. He used me as a test subject for the drugs he researched. I was brutally tortured. I don't want to stay here anymore. Please, take me away. Please, Drake!" I said in a choked voice, my emotions welling up, getting increasingly out of con