Inquisitormaster Drake Novels & Stories

The next morning after a sleepless night of tossing in bed unable to clear the thought of Ellie from her mind Stacy walked into the conference room where Mal, Ellie, Valaria and Drake were waiting, funnily enough Drake was a Dragon-shifter, he joined the Pack about a month ago after hearing of Dominic and Valaria’s mating, he was the son of the Ice Queen and a very devout follower of her teachings, but like most Dragons, he has a curious and rebellious nature, Drake’s particular rebellion of choice was to join The All Kinds Pack and become their advisor to all things Preternatural, beside Mal, Drake was the oldest being in the Pack, he had seen more Preternatural events than the entire Pack

Then he looked at everyone else. "You may think the case that other officers couldn't solve in more than 9 months, how can we solve it in just 2 weeks? But let me ask you one thing instead, why was this team formed in the first place? Why were we given a special room with all those special gadgets and advantages? The answer is-" "Is to put a stop to the serial murder and catch Dr. Killer as fast as possible." Said Mr. Gray with a smile as he finished his friend's sentence. "And we have to catch him before another innocent life is lost."

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.

It was as if they were waiting for Drake to speak and indeed, they were waiting for him to speak. Hezekiah had leaked the secret that Drake had been abnormal for a while since he came from the cave the other day. "What is wrong with you, Drake?" Allen finally asked him. Drake sighed and rubbed his eyes. "How am I supposed to say this? I don't know how our opponent was able to find my next movement. She knew that I was going to be in the cave and we fought a lot. I can't believe that she uses black magic and her spells were too powerful and unpredictable." He answered as his eyes landed on each of them.

Kimber and the others stared at her wondering what was so funny, but Marcu, Dr Grigo, and Drago just looked at them. “They know,” Madchen whispered, “Yes, they know we can mind link, our secret is out,” Throughout the report, Drago stayed with Madchen, keeping a possessive arm around her waist, at least until he had to let go, and take a look at one of his patients.

The list grew, human traffickers, child predators, serial offenders, police officers selling evidence, government officials arranging disappearances, judges accepting bribes. Some deserved prison, others deserved far worse. The problem remained painfully obvious. Knowing wasn't enough, someone had to act. Someone capable, someone intelligent, someone precise, a person who has the license to take life in the surgical room without being questioned. Someone who could distinguish justice from rage. My thoughts kept returning to the same woman. Dr. Karma Kuntz. ... Marcus had underestimated his daughter, everyone had. They saw a surgeon, while I saw discipline, control, precision. The ability to

Drake pov : As soon as I reach my office and I immediately went into my secret room .I had made this room to keep a check on my enemies and rivals .when you are rich and successful its inevitable that u will have many rivals looking for a chance to pull you down .So I made this secret place where the best hackers and white hats work 24/7 observing and extracting data and information of other rivals . I blasted into the room ,Everyone where surprised . I shouted ,"so how is the work going did you track the location of the car number I asked you too ."

, Marcy asked. Nora rolled her eyes like Marcy asked something silly. "Hellooooo! Drake is the Alpha of the largest pack in North America. He never lost a challenge, and he is young, handsome, and single. Do you expect him to be a monk? Women throw themselves at him. If he says a word, an endless line of beauties will form and wait for him to claim them." Marcy groaned. "I was not talking about hookups. Didn't you hear about numerous women offering themselves as brides and Drake rejecting them?"

“Actually,” I said, “I think there is something you can do for me, Scott. But this has to stay between us.” “Of course, Luna Hannah. Whatever you need.” “I need you to research an internet user known as WhiteRabbit.” … “Drake?” I called out as I stepped into the dimly lit training center. “You in here?” “Over here!” I followed the sound of Drake’s voice, and there he was—stretching off to the side of the sparring ring, his muscles straining against his shirt and his hair slightly mussed from his motorcycle helmet. It was early, although not nearly as early as my training sessions with Noah.

The intense, nonstop thrusting of his thick, big, and hard throbbing cock deep insde my cave, which was already causing my pussy to release some type of hot liquid down my thighs. My ears perked up abruptly upon hearing Mignight’s loud but hesitant voice. “Master, there's something I've been meaning to tell you.... about Drake,” Drake?