Nathan Drake 4 Novels & Stories

He goes into a relaxed stance but it's still stiff as a board. Drake looks at my bloody towel. "Please tell me you got something." I leaned against a bookshelf across from Drake's desk and cross my feet, still wiping my fingers. "Oh, I got something, but you're not going to like it." Drake leans back in his chair and rubs his forehead. "Report." He sighed. I put my hands down on the bookshelf. "It's the Dragons. Specifically, Karver." I glance between Drake and River.

Nessa learned he arrived this evening from Ethan. *** “What do you mean by compromise?” Keagan tried to check on his temper, though it was so difficult when he suggested something very ridiculous. “This is the best solution for us.” Drake walked towards the fridge and helped himself to something to drink. They were in his hotel room, and Drake went directly here after he had a meeting with the representative from the North River Pack behind Keagan’s back. Even though he had long given Keagan the alpha’s position, he was still pretty much involved with everything.

he whispered in her ear. “If you two are finished, I will get on with my speech,” The elder Dr Andrei glared at Madchen and Nick. “Sorry,” Nick sheepishly hung his head. Madchen straightened, trying to hide her anxiety. “Drago has just come back from a contracted tour overseas, where he treated wounded soldiers. I can assure you he is more than capable at doing his job,” Grigo eyed his audience, who hung on his every word. “Please give him a warm welcome, and give him a hand if he needs anything,”

A fragile, warm moment caught between shadows. Drake taps my arm gently, nodding his head towards the hallway. We step back and close the door softly behind us. Nathan is already there waiting, leaning against the wall across from the door. His arms are crossed, brows furrowed, and the tension in his jaw tells me he’s been stewing in silence. “What did you find?” he asks quietly, pushing off the wall as he walks towards us. Drake glances at me, but I speak first. “It was there. In the forest, right near the edge of your territory. Red eyes. Walking on two legs.”

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

Robert's voice, tinged with uncertainty, replied, “I don't know, Miles. Nate has always been a strong Alpha, respected by the pack. How can we undermine him without causing chaos?” Miles chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Ah, my dear Robert, chaos is precisely what we want. We need to create doubt and unrest within the pack, to make Nate appear weak and unfit to lead. Once he's discredited, Eva will be yours for the taking.” My heart clenched at the callousness of Miles' words. How could he view me as some sort of prize to be won, a pawn in his twisted game? Anger welled up within me, fueling my determination to protect Nate and our bond from their malicious machinations.

She is still baffled at how blind was she to not notice everything which was practically happening right infront of her eyes. Kyra knows that she needs allies to kick Dane out of this pack. And she decided to give Nathan a chance, for he was a loyal subject for years. Nathan is in his late forties. He is broad and muscular. He is a little rough on edges. "Warrior Nathan, will you believe me if I say that Dane is cheating on me with Beta Mona?" she dumped the truth without mincing her words. For a moment, pin drop silence descended upon them. They were standing near the pack hospital, which is not very busy.

"Harris, Fenton and Godfrey will scout out the perimeter first. If you get threatened then kill 'em and ask questions later. We've lost enough from giving the benefit of the doubt to the savage bastards on these types of islands. Fear'll keep 'em at bay if you're brutal enough with them." "Do we take their weapons as well?" a rotund male spoke up, the scent of his breath clearing a space about him. "Some of 'em can have some valuable material attached." "If they drop 'em, they're fair game." Nathaniel's voice was low as the hypnotic sound of drums sounded in the distance. Truly, they had a life of their own and it was obvious why they drew the unwary into the wild dances and fits of abandon.

Drake looked proud and smiled during the first half, but his expression turned embarrassed and sheepish during the second half, especially when Evelyn mentioned his love for spicy food and horror movies. Amber: "Five things I love about Nathan: his adventurous spirit, his creativity, his empathy, his sense of humor, and his handsome beard. And five things I hate about him: his dirty socks, his constant teasing, his 'dad' jokes, his leaving the cap off the toothpaste, and his snoring!" Nathan grinned and looked proud during the first half, but his face turned bright red and he looked embarrassed during the second half.

Draken stood among Xander and Azure. Nannies were taking care of little Sarah and Nathan. "He's teaching me how to be fast in sparring. Well, the attitude comes from you, Hunter. Don't act so surprised." She muttered and he narrowed his eyes on her. "I can see the decent bones in you rebelling," He pointed. She passed him a cheeky grin. "It's called freedom, Hunter. And it is deliciously tempting." She mused and he flicked her forehead again. She legit stopped the sudden attack but he was too damn fast and landed the hit.