Inquisitormaster Drake Novels & Stories

Drake quickly waved his hand and said, "I didn't drink coffee." Ruby said, "I knew you didn't drink." Drake was now astonished. "How do you know I don't drink coffee? Did you investigate me?" Drake was a little angry. "Miss He, can you please stop interfering in my life?" He was a little panicked. If Ruby caught him and conducted a thorough investigation, what if she discovered some of his secrets... such as his eternal youth, his immunity to illness, his ability to survive without eating or drinking... then his true identity would be exposed very soon.

With all of his might, he threw a punch at Drake. “You motherfucker! Do you want to die? I’m the Young master of Daco family. How dare you fight me?” Drake was mad and took on the blow with a sinister smirk. Anne knew what the Daco family had been studying. They were studying the limits of the human body and looking into the creation of supernatural men. However, with current technology, it was difficult to develop a serum that could activate a person’s supernatural ability. Instead, they had managed to develop an anaesthetic that could paralyzed one’s feeling towards pain.

"It's funny hearing someone say my name. Drake has all the alpha traits, including attitude and a high sex drive. It's just part of being a Stclaire. That combination can spell disaster when mixed with regular human hormones." "Are you the reason he always asks for consent?" I ventured. Junia grew serious instantly. "I can't talk about that... but you need to make him tell you about it. Soon, if you don't already know." I asked Junia if Drake's mom knew Lori. She became visibly uncomfortable and practically pushed me back down the hall to where Drake was. Clearly, she didn’t want to discuss Drake's mom either. When I walked into the room, Drake stirred and looked at me. "Where have you been?

I hoped Sarah was okay because the whole pack knew by now that she'd been evacuated twice in two days and that Viktor was hunting her and the stress of that on top of being pregnant had to be wearing her down. Drake appeared at the edge of the clearing with his beta and two other wolves I didn't recognize and the temperature seemed to drop about ten degrees because Drake had that effect on people where just his presence made you want to submit or run. He was bigger than I remembered with broad shoulders and arms covered in scars that looked like they came from fights he'd won and he moved with the kind of confidence that came from never losing. "Cain," Drake called out and his voice carried

“Aurora and a dragon warrior’s daughter.” Drake stepped forward then, not aggressively, but deliberately placing himself at Elaina’s side. “And she did not come alone,” he said calmly and the four pairs of eyes turned toward him. He had let her speak because the was her battle but that didn't mean he wouldn't support her. Elaina’s voice strengthened by his presence, she glanced at him gratefully and said “This is Drake, he is the dragon Xavier captured. He has taken his estrus to build a powerful weapon that will reign terror on everyone”

"Answer the damn question." Kael's voice cut through the room like ice cracking. Not a request. A straight command. The scout, chained tight and sweating buckets, finally broke. "Drake. My name's Drake." "Why were you spying on us?" "Orders." "From who?" Drake's eyes flicked everywhere, hunting for a way out that didn't exist. "High Priestess Seraphine." Kael leaned in. "What orders exactly?" Drake panted now, "Watch the vessel. Track everything she does. Count the warriors. Map defenses. I'm just a scout. Nobody important. Please."

The exact second she closed the chassis of her laptop, a quiet, controlled knock vibrated against the mahogany door. Drake entered the room, the faint, raw scent of river mud clinging to his tailored charcoal suit. He carried two reinforced, vacuum-sealed evidence pouches, his expression set into an unprecedented, grim rigidity. The moment his eyes registered Avery's silhouette, his stride executed an abrupt, telling hitch. Avery’s professional instincts immediately captured the minute defensive maneuver. Drake instinctively shifted the orientation of the file folder, angling it slightly behind the line of his torso. He looked toward Dominic, his lips compressed into a hard line, his usually

“Ssshh, hold on, I'll find a way to make everything go well. I will investigate who took those videos. And above all who is the mastermind of it all. Do you remember when someone called them, they confirmed that they finished and did the job of videotaping us. That means that everything is not an accident. Someone tried to r*pe you, also in my position, Selene it was no coincidence that I was there at the crime scene. They brought me there by force." I was shocked by Drake's revelations, I never heard his side before because I tried to avoid him. It seems that what he taught is fiction, but it is also possible that it happened. But who wants me to be raped during those times? I deal well wit

“Good call. He’s been on the board for decades. If anyone can see what we’re missing, it’s him.” Heather looked up from her tablet. “He’s impartial. He doesn’t play politics. He’ll tell us if we’re being paranoid or if we’re being stupid.” Adrian didn’t say anything. He was sitting in the corner chair with a file in his lap. He just looked at me and then backed down at the papers. I couldn’t read him. Lately I couldn’t read him at all. *** Drake arrived at ten. He came in the way he always did, with the calm of a man who had seen three CEOs, two recessions, and one hostile takeover and had still chosen to wear the same navy suit.