Mikey And Draken Tokyo Revengers Mga Nobela at Kwento

Raven stares at the two men she recognizes as Mighty and Mouse, Draco’s men that she had met with him at the club that day. Her eyes stop as they meet with another pair, already staring back at her. Is Draco with them? Is he here too? Her heart pounds. “Ain’t that the little troublemaker?” Mighty asks, shifting Mouse’s attention to her. Mouse scowls, recognizing her immediately. Raven fidgets in her seat, wary of the men, especially with the glare directed at her.

Wind buffeted them, and Rurik stared across the Moscow skyline, searching for the building Charlotte was being held in. The hunters stumbled back as the massive flat roof suddenly got crowded. Three great dragons landed just yards away from them. They ranged in color from blue, to white, to green, their clawed feet scraping against the concrete. "Holy shit," Meg gasped. Rurik laughed. "The blue dragon is Grigori, the green dragon is Mikhail, and the white dragon is Piper, Mikhail's wife. Tie your gear to their legs. Anything you can't hold on to during flight." He glanced at Meg, who stared in awe at the snow-white dragon that was Piper. She reached up to touch her, and Piper bumped her hand

It was six in the morning and I felt better than I had in the last forty-eight hours. After going to the bathroom and washing my face and hands, I headed back to the truck. Getting in the back again, I pulled out some snacks from the Walmart bags that were back here with me. Groaning that I didn’t get anything to drink. I see Mika and Drac come out with drinks. I saw that Drac had a pepsi and a mountain dew and Mika had a mountain dew. Drac opened the back door and handed me a cold mountain dew.” “Thanks!” I said as I downed half the bottle and sighed with content. The guys got back into the front seat but Mika was driving this time as Drac was tired. “Drac? You want to sleep back here?”

For a moment, Draken became ecstatic. Kirin did not feel that it was a big deal. After all, he was Draken’s biological son. He said, “Hurry up, I can’t wait any longer. Also, find me more Red Spiders.” “Sure, sure. As long as my son is happy, I can satisfy you with anything.” In no time, Draken found eighteen fighters for the show and told them to enter the hunting ground. At first, these men were a little reluctant, especially when they saw how ferociously the roaring and hideous Red Spider-injected beasts were behaving in that hunting field. Anyone in their shoes would have felt equally terrified.

The two men were dragons, and from the lack of other scents, they were purebred. “Get off my pack land,” he growled at the two men. The older of them gave him an arrogant smirk as pack members began to arrive. Mikael sent out a quick pack mind link that they should stay at a distance as he didn’t know what these dragons were capable of. “So you are the alpha of this lot,” the man said. It was obvious he wasn’t impressed. Mikael felt the grip Rayvin had taken on his shirt as he had shoved her behind him, loosen a little.

Arion asked as he leaned against the door frame, with his arms folded over his chest. Cyran tensed beside me and his grip on me tightened. We already discussed earlier that if we ran into any problems, we needed to focus on escaping. The top priority was to keep me safe, and Cyran wouldn’t be able to do that if he and Kellan engaged in a fight. Although there were four of us, Jade and I were useless against two dragons. Peering over my shoulder, I saw Mike had left his computer and stood behind us. A satisfied expression spread across his face, and I knew at that moment that he had been stalling until Arion arrived.

Jackson spat at the Bloodrayne spokeswolf. “We can discuss that when you meet my father,” Misha replied fawningly. “Fa– are you…Misha Drakin?” Jackon asked hesitantly. “It knows my name! I am flattered!” Misha exclaimed lightly. “Don’t be. Many know your name, Master Drakin,” Jackson replied coolly. “I like how you say that, nameless one,” Misha droned, “I think I might keep you,” he continued in the same tone, winking at Jackson.

he added as he ran a hand through his hair. “Mikey is now the new Alpha of Purple Hill and that will reach everyone including other packs,” Uncle Drake starts to explain as Anya takes her usual seat between me and her father. “After the last attack we found out that Ares was not after you, Anya,” he said as he turned his attention to me, “He was after Mikey.” Fear gripped my heart but I dare not let it show as the memory of the last encounter we had with him holding Anya by the throat and there was nothing I could do to save her.

The memory slipped into place, and my eyes widened in realisation. The bodies in the forest. All of them. Dead. Was that… him? “You're supposed to be—” The words died in Micah's through before he could get them out. Draken reached for his neck, pulled him off the ground, and stared an abyss through his dangling carcass. “Get out of my way.” Micah could barely even struggle. There was no slipping out of Draken’s grip unless he permitted it. “We… we're on your side” I blurted a half-baked truth, but even that didn't stop him.

Draken touched the blood at the corner of his mouth and smiled faintly. Adam charged again, putting everything he had into one final attack. He swung at Draken’s throat, aiming to end the fight in one blow. But Draken caught his wrist midair. The crack of bones snapping echoed through the hall. Adam’s face twisted in pain, yet he still tried to fight through it, throwing another punch with his free hand. Draken blocked it easily before slamming his elbow into Adam’s ribs. A sickening crunch followed. Adam staggered but refused to fall. Even injured, he attacked again.