Ratchet X Drift Novels & Stories

I scolded myself as I pushed him away. " You...!" He couldn't care less, not before I saw a glint that quickly disappeared as it came. Then he continued, as if nothing happened. " With the right ritual, I can extract what makes you special and use it to unite the supernatural communities under one rule. My rule." Bastard, I silently cursed. Just like him, I also ignored whatever happened. Instead I asked him. "And Xander? What happens to him?" Drake's expression grew cold as winter. "Xander is an obstacle that will be removed. The mate bond you share with him is the only thing that might allow you to resist the final ritual. Once he's dead, that connection will be severed permanently."

I panted heavily, trying to recover from the blow. “Come on. For Zak. For Rachel,’ I said to myself. I slowly rose to my feet, and tiptoed over to the cockpit. Facing the back of Drago’s neck, I saw a dragon tattoo, with its sharp, demoniac teeth pointing upwards towards his hair and a blaze of fire coming out of it. Whilst Drago was scrambling for the controls and pressing the red blinking buttons desperately, I grabbed his head and slammed it against the dashboard. Drago bellowed in pain. Suddenly, the helicopter jolted. The rotor blades stopped spinning.

I closed my eyes tightly, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to escape my fatal blow, even with this flimsy shield around me. “Freida Ruckstov!” my mother yelled as she dived in front of me. No no no no no! “Mother!”, a wrenched cry croaked from my dry throat. Pain erupted from the wound in my chest. And I couldn’t tell if it was from the open wound where I had been impaled, or the internal wound that my mother just tore through me. Her body fell unto the ground, just at the foot of my bed, and I raced against my body to catch her. A hole had been blasted through her chest, blood pooled all around her, soaking into her ginger hair. Time slowed down as I hugged her with all my heart and strength

Xavier’s POV The morning breeze drifted in, light and useless against the fire boiling in my chest. I sat on the balcony, twirling the flash drive between my fingers, a smirk stretching across my face. So small. So pathetic. And Drake thought this would destroy me? I had watched him last night..desperate, limping, bleeding. He crept through the resort like a wounded animal, dropping this at the receptionist's desk like some noble hero in a final act of courage.

“He vas in a triangle. Yah? A love triangle. Two men, one voman. All on the same S.H.A.D.E. squad. Very foolish. Very human. “I vas not there on that mission, but I read the reports. Ve had tracked a cryptid in the Rockies. High-altitude forest. Thin air. Limited visibility. And trees. So many trees. Ve called it the Slitherer. “I do not know vot it really is. Perhaps even the Dirt doesn’t know. It is not from your internet cryptid databases, oh no. This is something older. Maybe even the Dirt made it. But it looks like... something you might know. You have heard of the Rake?” “Yeah,” Rachelle said. “Pale humanoid creature. Long limbs. Dead eyes. Crawls like a nightmare.” Dr. Schnell nodded.

Draxler, confident in his power, prepared to unleash the full force of his might upon us. But amidst the brewing storm, Jake, my steadfast companion, acted with a calculated swiftness that caught Alpha Draxler a bit off guard. From the folds of his tactical gear, Jake retrieved a grenade and a smoke bomb. The metallic clink of weaponry filled the air, punctuating the anticipation that lingered like a thick fog.

he replied calmly, his hands moving swiftly and precisely as he drifted around a car that suddenly cut into our path, prompting me to let out a terrified yell. The insane drifting continued for what felt like an eternity, my mind reeling from the sheer velocity and danger of it all. As we dodged one car after another, the tires screeched in protest, the sound echoing through the air. I had never witnessed a drifting session this prolonged and treacherous before. Finally, we broke free from the chaos, and Drake floored it, speeding down the highway. I let out a sigh of relief, but my reprieve was short-lived.

“I truly must say, I am quite surprised to see that you have betrayed one of your own so easily. Then again, that honestly was a smart move on your part. Why fight when you could join greater, better werewolves and ensure better livelihood?” Ratchet held back a groan that threatened to form in his throat and slowly opened his eyes, not wanting to be found out by his kidnappers so soon of him regaining consciousness. His vision started blurry, but after blinking a few, they soon cleared, and he found himself surrounded by the many Neo Krawler werewolves that ambushed him and his group earlier. Thankfully, none of them seemed to have taken any notice to him, which was his only saving grace he

Before many minutes had ticked by, Keith Xu weaponized his military precision to effortlessly overtake Rachel Chen, reclaiming the absolute front baseline. Rachel’s entire body went rigid behind the steering wheel. She strained every single muscle to push her engine to its limits, desperate to outmaneuver Keith and seize the top spot once more, but her actions failed to match her desires. She simply couldn't close the gap. In sharp contrast to her rival's panic, Chloe maintained an incredibly loose, relaxed posture inside her cockpit. As the convoy approached another sharp, sweeping curve of the concrete track, she executed a flawless drift, effortlessly bypassing the defensive vehicles bloc

he groaned. Rucif stepped back outside to see Drex, claws unsheathed, relentlessly pursuing Xavier. “Stay in the air! He’ll keep coming for you as long as you're in his line of sight!” Xavier flew higher, and as Rucif predicted, Drex could not reach him. His massive size made it difficult to leap high enough to catch the airborne Prince. “Drex! Snap out of it!” Rucif shouted, moving closer. “Calm down! This rage isn't real! Wake up!”