Red Hood Tim Drake Mga Nobela at Kwento

I pulled the oversized hoodie tighter around my shivering, bruised frame, forcing myself to hold his stare despite the wild trembling in my hands. "And your precious team?" Drake cackled, clutching his arm tight to stem the dark crimson flow. "Good luck winning shit without one of your best fighters! I know every strategy, every play, every weakness. I’ll snitch all your tactics to the rival packs. Good luck winning!" Creed didn't grant him the dignity of a response. He stood like an immovable mountain between us, his cold, golden eyes watching Drake with absolute, lethal detachment. Realizing he was completely powerless, Drake turned his lethal glare toward his trembling Northern partner.

Two of my scouts didn’t get back up. I found their leader in the center of the quarry. A wolf named Drayce. Ex-Redwood beta, exiled for treason three years ago. He grinned when he saw me. “Beta Aria,” he said. “Always running into you.” “You gave them our patrol routes,” I said. Drayce shrugged. “Someone had to. Redwood’s rotten, Aria. You’re just cleaning up the smell.” I drove my knife into his thigh. “Then rot with it.”

"Drake Maddox?" Drake Maddox was the council member in charge of defense. The warrior vampire. Just like Athen, he was also sent on an assignment to get more weapons and to prepare a more adequate training ground for our soon-to-be members. Drake had his fair share of suffering from humans too but unlike myself and Athen, he didn't technically lose his parents. He had a crank whore for a mother and an abusive father. It got to a point where his mother would sexually abuse him and the point where his father would beat him to the point of death. He had an opportunity to leave home and since then, he didn't bother going back, and neither did his parents bother looking for him. "Everything is go

“I did. Willow is a sore subject, but I won’t let anyone hurt her… or you. I’m on your side, Ryder. If you didn’t know that, then you do now.” There was nothing else that Drake needed to do to prove to Ryder that he could be trusted. Ryder’s hesitation to tell him about how he could walk out of hell in soul form was gone. Ryder told Drake everything. Although confused, Drake agreed to watch over Ryder’s body as he slept. He would make sure no one would wake Ryder and interrupt his time with Demi that night.

The timeline was wrong. Just recently, Drake had attended public events and conferences, yet Bob had already been bedridden and near death. How could that be? Bradley said, lowering his voice, “From what I know, Drake is always accompanied by two people. One of them—if needed—can become Drake. He’s skilled in disguise. He uses some special material to create artificial skin, and with makeup, he can completely transform into someone else. He can even change his voice.” So that was the truth.

I was reaching for the car door when Rhyder appeared, hands in his pockets, walking as if he hadn’t just nailed my coffin inside that court. "Hello... brother," he drawled, a faint smile playing on his lips. My grip tightened on the car door. My fingers trembled. A part of me—one I hated—almost forgot everything. Almost forgot the death sentence he just handed me. Almost wanted to pull him into a hug. Almost. Drake tensed beside me, looking ready to attack. I gave him a sharp signal to stand down. There was no way I’d let him risk himself further by starting a fight in front of the entire court, with an Alpha.

He was the same Corporal Clark who tried to kill me, and who killed my father, so many years ago in the Revolutionary War. Clark laughed menacingly. "It's Drake now. I've been waiting a long time for this day." "I thought Rick killed you," I replied, my eyes narrowing. "Yes," Drake replied, leaning in for effect. "But I'm sure you know; I was already a vampire." Without taking a drink, I set the Martini glass on a nearby end table. "I figured as much." "I just played dead until Fredrick carried you off, then I followed you both to the cave," Drake replied.

All seven figures simultaneously ripped their hoods from their heads. Jared Dale, Lord Neptos, Jucel Greyn, Prince Ciaran, Princess Zillah, Vivien Li, Drake, Theo Jōn, and Tara Jōn stood in front of them, completely unaware that the group of friends paled. Kieran tilted his head. "Drake?" Drake looked at the blind man and let out a small smile. "Hello, young cousin." The moment Kieran heard his voice, he dropped to his knee and his fist to his heart. If Drake is here, then...

“Aurora and a dragon warrior’s daughter.” Drake stepped forward then, not aggressively, but deliberately placing himself at Elaina’s side. “And she did not come alone,” he said calmly and the four pairs of eyes turned toward him. He had let her speak because the was her battle but that didn't mean he wouldn't support her. Elaina’s voice strengthened by his presence, she glanced at him gratefully and said “This is Drake, he is the dragon Xavier captured. He has taken his estrus to build a powerful weapon that will reign terror on everyone”

I tell her, ending the call. Drake raises an eyebrow at me, and I raise one right back at him. He has become a close friend and a secret ally for me and Athena ever since he found out about our matebond and the High Council’s crazy vendetta. It also helps that his own mate is a witch, and he doesn’t want to lose her. They have not come out in public, as his father, who is best friends with my uncle Henri, will surely die of shame. Those two are the worst purists I have ever met, and I thought that bullshit only existed in the wolfpacks. I was surely mistaken,