Mikey And Draken Tokyo Revengers Novels & Stories

Levi was in bad shape and they waited anxiously so that Adara could heal him. Malachi had to stop himself from running outside when Kiran’s Navigator pulled into the garage. It was only minutes later when Kiran appeared in the kitchen with Levi over his shoulder. He put him down on the counter and Levi’s eyes opened briefly. Malachi turned toward the woman that followed Kiran inside and Levi groaned. “Geez, Superstar, did you break him?” Jessica asked. Adara rubbed her hands together and looked at Kiran. “Did you get all the bullets out?”

"Perfect. I am the best at doing that." I giggled into Drake's arm, trying not to be noticed as I watched my best friend. How the hell is he the best at doing that? As far as I know, he's never been in a van during a mission like this. I think he was just so excited he was grasping at straws. "I know and that's why you're riding with me." Micky turned to us then and gave me a single nod. "You two ready?" I inhaled a deep breath. "As ready as we'll ever be."

Scythe stood, released his aura, sending typhoon like winds around them, clearing the fire and smoke to reveal 3 wolves in front of him. “Avery, Madox, and Kit. Hello again. These are the three Draken sent to assist Rei and Artemis right after Briar disappeared. My friends, why do you look at me like we are strangers? Do you not remember your old pal, Scythe?” He smiled, seeing the recognition written in their huge, bulging, eyes. "Who the hell let him emerge? You have all 3 of them here? Are the twins here as well?” Kit asked, looking a little like he wanted to bolt, but was submitted to hold firm.

He grabs Mick’s right arm—the one that touched me. He twists. CRACK. The sound is sickening. Like a dry branch snapping in winter. Mick’s scream is high and thin, piercing the small room. Drakon releases him. Mick drops to the floor, cradling his ruined arm, whimpering like a kicked dog. "Get out." Drakon’s voice is gravel grinding on glass. Low. lethal. "My arm! You broke my—" Drakon takes a step forward. His boot draws back. Mick scrambles backward, sliding on the broken glass, blood dripping from his nose. He doesn't stand up. He crawls. He scrambles past me, terrified eyes wide and white, and throws himself out into the hallway.

continued the announcer, “Seventh Tier, Fifth Seed Rezhathii, scourge of the Lower Green Quarter slums!” The light drones quickly floated over to the Drogar that was near her. She was a tall and lithe Drogar with granite-colored scales. Her armor looked piecemeal, but was clearly put together professionally. Miko recognized its design immediately - it looked like the armor Szereth had dismantled on his bench. Cheers erupted in pockets all over the coliseum, but the loudest of them happened to be right by Alevos’ box seats. They could easily hear their enthusiasm through the walls.

He then turned to me and asked. “How about you, boy?” I was startled. “Ahmm.. Hawkeye of Dark Knight, 17. Best in operating latest gadgets like surveillance cameras and computers. In charge of infiltrating systems of target enemies. Just call me Miko Chan or better yet, Miko outside. Stargazer’s maintenance leader and Polaris’s waiter. I’m so glad to meet you JD-hyung! Oh, I mean, Black Dragon.” I nervously said offering my hand to him. His smile widens and accepts it.

“He’s not soft. He’s… territorial.” Maya’s grin widened. “Territorial looks a lot like caring from where I’m standing, Luna.” I groaned and buried my face in my hands, but I couldn’t stop the unexpected smile that tugged at my lips. Later that morning, Draken returned. He looked exhausted, shadows under his eyes, but his gaze found me immediately, scanning me from head to toe like he was checking for new injuries. “How’s the ankle?” he asked, voice rough. “Still attached,” I replied, the corner of my mouth twitching. “Surprisingly.”

He knelt before Drake on one knee, with one hand extended in front of him and the other folded behind him, with both the palms fisted and facing downwards. "I, Sean Joseph, the green dragon of the dragon race and the protector of the Ayur forests secrets, pledge my loyalties to Drake Hamilton, the orange dragon of the dragon race and the CEO of the Hamilton group" Sean pledged. When he opened the fist of the extended arm, Drake's name was floating just above the surface, before it disappeared under the flesh of his palm and disappearing from the view. Drake smiled with relief. He got up from his chair and hugged Sean and patted on his back.

“I keep waiting for you to pick me, Draven...Just once. But you never do.” Draven’s face twisted with pain. “That’s not true. The double bond is real. I feel it pulling me to you every damn second.” “But you still walk away,” I cried. “Every time.” Lila spun and fought two rivals at once, her knives piercing through each wolf. “Less talking, more moving! They’re surrounding us!” Kai pulled me toward a side corridor while fighting. “This way. My crew has an exit route.” Draven roared and shifted fully into his massive black wolf, tearing through the enemies blocking us. “She stays with me!”

“She’ll own your ass. Mark my words.” I sigh and bend over her, fingers moving gently as I unfasten the straps around her shoulders. Her body is slim and strong, beautifully built. But delicate, too. I’ll have to be careful not to hurt her. I cradle her torso, lifting just enough to slide the holster free. “Hold up,” Draven says suddenly. “Mikel’s checking on that name for you.” “That quick?” I raise a brow. “Didn’t know your wizard was that good.”