Lara Croft Vs Nathan Drake Novels & Stories

They stood in the middle up front while the rest are all lined up behind him. Nori bowed before Lana asked her to ride his back, which she did without hesitation. I watch how in sync Lana and Nori’s movements were. Like they knew exactly what each other needs and it’s not only that. They also know how to protect each other. It makes me wonder if Drake and I would be like them if we fought together. One by one we watch each of the rebels fall down, the blonde guy running and hiding behind the rest of the weak wolves. But I saw how Drake tramples over them as he continues to pursue his target.

We take down what’s left of the fighting rogues and chase off the others. When it’s done, we find a lake and rinse of the scent and taste of rogue. Drake has a nasty gash on his arm. Leana shifts, showing that she too has scratches and an ugly bite mark on her thigh. “What the fuck, Drake?” I’m pretty sure she’s forgotten that she’s naked.

Other than the title, any information on The Sovereign was a strictly guarded secret. Nathaniel looked up at me from behind his desk with a disapproving look. His greying hair was the only potential indication of his age, which was somewhere in his mid fifties, although the rest of him could pass for late thirties. He wore a traditional professional three piece suit, and other than when we were training, I never saw him in anything else. In stark contrast to Nathaniel, Drake grinned when he saw me and I raised my eyebrows as he shamelessly checked my body out, before finally meeting my eyes. Drake was the very definition of a Greek god. His olive skin tone held the hint of an ethereal glow a

Silenced reign again. “Alright, I understand. For now, I’ll focus on looking for evidence that’ll lead to that Ares Coleman, his motives for such crimes, and why is he putting all the blame on you and Achilles. By the way, how could I differentiate him from Achilles?” “He has a huge tattoo on his sleeve,” I answered. “But the video that Natalia showed on the rooftop doesn’t have one right?” “Oh c’mon Drake, in what era have you been living with? Aren’t you aware of things such as concealer to hide it?”

She said to her empty room. She closed her eyes and said a silent prayer and continued her work only this time she didn’t hear any voice any more. Stella and Aaron. Lara is not just a name, Lara significed evil, death, torture, Pain. Lara was worst than a devil, any demon, any fend, any ghoul. Lara was the worst of them all. She was a diffrent kind of ghoul, She stood in dimlight in the room with paintings, writing her name with black paint on the white board. Every letter she wrote, She wrote it with hatred, She wrote it with anger.

She shut him up and walked to her room. Nathan clenched his teeth angrily, how dare that man put his mother in bad mood. ****************************** LUCIANO "She's Ava.” Drake said from the other end of the line. Luciano couldn't help but smile. "I know," he said, his voice low and amused. "Send me all the information you have on her. I want to know everything”. "Luciano, the only thing you need to know is that she has a seven-year-old son named Nathan.” "Tell me everything you know about him," Luciano demanded.

He knocked at the door once and it is opened quickly, like she had been waiting for us. The healer is an old woman with sharp silver eyes and short grey hair, she bowed her head slightly when she saw Nathan. “Nathan. Son of the Alpha.” “Good evening, Mara,” he replies respectfully. She stepped aside leaving room for us to enter, then her gaze landed on me. “And this must be the other one,” the other one, why would she identify me like that? I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “This is Leo,” Nathan says evenly. “He needs assistance. His wounds are delayed.”

Jake pushes his way into the house and I follow, heading straight for Max's bedroom. As if he knows what he's doing, Jake starts searching Max's room, eventually finding a book full of photographs of Leanna. Ones she clearly doesn't know we're being taken. "I didn't know what I needed to tell the police." Jack says, offering the phone to Jake. "Leanna Woodson, she's with Max Carlisle, he's the one who attacked Nathan Graham, pretty sure he's the one stalking her too." Jake says into the phone and then he's grunting yes and no to whatever questions are being asked on the other end. "They're on their way, they'll find them."

Nathan ran till he was close enough then he stretched out his claws to strike but Drake was wise so he caught him right in the air and threw him go the wall. Nathan crashed heavily, hurting his back but he was quick to get back to the battle field. He fought like a mad dog, he was able to do stretches and cuts but nothing Drake could not bear, Robin and Dian joined the fight but they were quickly distracted by more vampires, so did Rosa and Mark and even William. Gaby help fight but she was quickly knocked out. Drake was a lost hope. The others quickly understood that Luna didn't want them in the fight so they let the chosen one on his fight.

"What the hell is this?" The door didn't just open; it hit the stopper with a crack that sounded like a bone snapping. Nathan stood there, a wall of tailored charcoal wool and cold, hard violence. His tie was ripped open, his hair a mess from the wind, and his eyes—usually a calculated silver—were now dark, turbulent, and fixed entirely on Drake’s hands against my face. Drake didn't flinch. He didn't even stand up. He just let his thumbs swipe one last time across my cheekbones, drying the salt, before slowly pulling back. He looked at Nathan with the bored expression of a man who owned the room.