Nathan Drake Tom Holland Novels & Stories

The massacre. Nathan walked to were Drake was watching the fight from above. "Hey bat! Why don't you face me now!" He challenged. Drake looked down and bursted into laugher. "The so call chosen one?" Drake came down from the sky, softly landing on his feet with a grin. "Prepare to die." Nathan growled getting his claws out. "Really? You do not know who I am, senseless dog, I shall bury you with my hands." Drake said to the boy as he grew bigger. He went straight to his last unbeatable card.

Alpha said. “It matters not what anyone here believes to be true. I am here to claim what is rightfully mine,” I said. “Oh? Is this not a family reunion?” Alpha Joshua said. “I, Shane Hayes, am here to challenge Alpha Joshua Wright of the Dark Moon pack,” I said. “Hayes? You are a Wright,” Alpha Joshua growled. “Your name will die here, today. Hayes is the name I’ve taken and will be the name that carries into the next line,” I said.

"Tell me something I don't know." Drake dusted off my shoulder, his touch lingering a second too long. "We should call Nathan. This guy is Cocolink muscle. Bottom tier, but still." "He won't answer," I said, the bitterness like acid. "He’s busy." Drake watched me, his brow furrowing. "Then tell me what you need. I'm not leaving you on the street like this." I took a shaky breath, the secret burning in my chest. I looked at Drake—the heir to the Ethan Cole empire, a man who had every reason to hand me back to Nathan for political points. But he’d saved me twice.

Anders pulled me next to him, wrapping his arm around me. “Who else is over there?” She asked, looking over the group. I turned and looked over at the group. Most were engaged in conversation with my grandparents, but Duncan was eyeing us closely. “Alpha Callan and Luna Raina, Anders’ parents. Anders’ head warrior, Jason is also over there. And that brooding fellow is Alpha Duncan. He is Alpha of the Crescent River Pack. He is mostly likely your guardian wolf as well as me and Anders.” Coral shivered as she looked over at Duncan. I eyed her questioningly but quickly dismissed the feeling. Duncan was good looking, and I had no doubt that Coral was responding to that. She always had a thing fo

I snapped, shaking my head. I hadn’t realized that, but it made sense now why he engaged them. I knew Jett and Dane were furious they had invaded but Sawyer had a much bigger reason to hate them. But what no one had really explained to me was why he and Dane were already behind enemy lines. “Yes and it didn’t help that Drake killed Sphinx,” the male said, sipping his tea. “Who was that,” Lola asked and I too, cocked my head eager to hear. Drake looked every bit of a warrior, hardened and quick. His body was unbelievably athletic and I’d seen him nude yesterday just after he’d had a shift. He had a body any female would love to climb and mount. I had to look away before anyone caught me stari

Drake's ultimate goal with Nyla is to marry her and use her as a stepping stone to gain entry into the Nixons," Tom replied. If Nyla was indeed blood-related to a core member of the Nixons, marrying her could be a legitimate way for Drake to secure a position in the family. As soon as Tom finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room turned ice-cold. He shivered involuntarily and glanced at Damon, whose expression had darkened to the point of startling him. It quickly dawned on him—any man would be furious hearing about another man plotting to take his wife. "Uh... Mr. Sumner... that's all I know. I swear!" Tom stammered nervously.

“Have you been good for your mother?” Adam nodded enthusiastically. “Do you like your new Pack?” Drake continued, a slight edge now in his voice. Adam nodded again, though a little less ecstatically now. “Luna Hannah gave me a new toy!” Adam exclaimed. “Oh, she did, did she?” Drake glanced at me, a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye. “You’re going to have to show me.” “Now?” Adam’s eyes twinkled in a manner similar to his father’s as he ran over to where he had left the Transformer action figure.

“Look, I don’t know who you are, but my mom doesn’t need any further stress. She just lost her husband. So, I will ask one more time, who is this?” “My name is Nathaniel. I-,” he cut me off before I could finish my sentence. “I know who you are, Nathaniel. Why are you just now calling?” he growled. “I’m sorry, but I really am just calling to check in on Dominique. I don’t mean to cause any trouble.” “She’s at Dad’s grave on the pack lands. As much as I don’t like it, I know mom would probably like to see you. So I will tell my wolves to stand down and let you pass.”

'What business you got here? Drake stopped at the edge, hands open to show no threat. 'I come seeking sanctuary, priestess. Name's Drake. Shadowclaw cast me out, but the humans hunt me too. I offer my blade, my strength, for your pack.' His voice was deep, like thunder rolling distant, and it sent a strange warmth through me. That pull again—unnatural, magnetic. Like the eclipse was already linking us. Thorne laughed, stepping between us. 'Sanctuary? For a scarred traitor? Shadowclaw doesn't exile without cause. What'd you do, Drake? Sell out your own to humans for scraps?'