Sellyn Drake Novels & Stories

This place, once a childhood hideout with its whispering echoes and hidden streams, now felt like a grave waiting to swallow us whole. Drake ripped the device free with a grunt, crushing it under his boot. 'Selene's work. She's been hunting me longer than I thought.' His voice was rough, laced with hurt that twisted my gut. I wanted to hold him, to erase the pain from his scarred body, but there was no time. The bond between us pulsed hot, urging me to run, to fight, to claim him again despite the chaos.

Maybe it’s a dragon thing. “Ryder, my boy. I am so happy to see you escaped hell. I couldn’t see you there and I was simply being driven mad not knowing if you were okay or not.” Selene reached over and patted the back of my hand. “Yeah, it actually wasn’t so bad. Drake kept me company.” “Ah… Drake… the son of Hades. Really that boy should take Hade’s spot on the council. He has more sense than his father has ever had.” Selene looked towards Typhon as she spoke.

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.

I stood behind her so that they would have a full view of her; after all, she was the Luna. “On behalf of the alpha, I want to specially welcome you all to our pack, Axelland,” Lyra said warmly, her voice carrying authority yet kindness. “Most of you know me as I have been with you for the past year. But for those who don’t know me, my name is Lyra. I am Damien’s mate, and this is Denise, his sister. He has been incredibly busy, but he extends his wishes and says he will come and see you when he has the time.”

This was the closest friend to the late King Rex, Drake Stan, and his extroverted sister Ellie. The door on the other side was opened and a twenty years old girl, Drake's daughter, who has similar features to Ellie came down, except she was slimmer and her eyes color were green unlike her aunt's whose eyes looked like the ocean. Asides from those differences, she was a bit extroverted just like her aunt, and had the same hair. One teeny tiny problem is that they both always have different opinions about things. While her twenty-seven years old aunt believed in making her live a modest life, she believed in being free to make her own decisions. As quick as a flash, the topic of discussion cha

Drake turned to motion towards Angel, "My dear friend here is very hungry if you can give him something to eat, I will gladly get rid of any monsters you wish.” “We don’t have much but if you can kill those damn monsters we can certainly spare something.” They looked up to see an older version of the little girl holding a rifle. “Names Alexis Romanov and she’s my little sister, Akilina. Come in and we’ll talk.” Drake stood up, “That would be good.” He turns toward Angel again and holds out his hand. Angel walks ahead of Drake and they follow the girls into the Cabin.

So I called Kaleb, the guy Erick told me about. The ringtone pulsed through the silence, once, twice... before the connection clicked open. A voice, low and measured, finally came through. "Hello." "Hello, is this Mr. Finley?" I asked, trying to remain calm. "Yes. And who am I speaking with?" "This is Selina Haley, Luna from the Silver Moon Pack," I said swiftly. "Well, Erick Olson gave me this number. He's a doctor in our pack." I added. "Erick." He was silent for a second, processing. "Ah, right!"

I question. "No one you know," Sinful replies. "Not me, not Rylan?" "Of course not." I exchange glances with my mate. Little of this makes sense, but I have a feeling anything Sinful says won't. "You can't trust him," Rylan murmurs, shooting the immortal one of the dirtiest looks he could muster. "I know that," I say carefully. "But this is Lucy. My sister who was murdered." Sinful's smile is pure evil. "Pleasure doing buisness with you, Dawn."

That was exactly what my mate was to him. Draven was using her rare, unreal beauty as a trophy to show off his power to the rest of the world. I had heard rumors of a silent, silver-haired beauty in the pack, but I had always dismissed them as an exaggeration but guess I was wrong. I stepped toward Selena, closing the distance so aggressively that she stumbled back a step. Bending down to her level, I pressed my mouth close to her ear. “I can smell your fear, Sister Selena,” I whispered, letting the dark purr of my wolf bleed into my words. “Are you scared the mute girl is going to take your place?”

Jane read through the comments, it was filled with respect, admiration, praise, no insults, no chaos. Curious now, she searched for his name. The results were clean, successful businessman, strategist, richest man in Velmoura, private, powerful. Jane gave a sad smile. Her own name had once looked clean online too, now it was a battlefield. Then one topic caught her eye. Who is Dravyn Woods’ partner? Jane clicked it immediately, and the article opened. Dravyn Woods is engaged to Selene Carter. Jane blinked. “Selene Carter?” The same Selene Carter from high school? The proud, sharp-tongued, arrogant Selene?