The Drifters Novels & Stories

Maybe the Dravens had taken those from me too. Slowly, I leaned back against the mattress and closed my eyes. It wouldn't be forever. No matter how powerful they thought they were, no matter how tightly they believed they controlled my life, one day I would walk away from this family, and when that day finally came, Cassian Draven would learn exactly what it felt like to lose everything.

I turn back towards the front and begin getting my stuff out when Kevin plops down next to me. "So where's your little boyfriend?" Kevin mocks. "What are you talking about?" I reply in annoyance. "You know the Draven guy at the festival the other day." Kevin says with a sirk. "You know what they say about the Draven's don't you?" He continues. "They say they are evil vampires and anyone who is around them for too long disappears never to be seen again." He finishes. Suddenly a loud thunk sound comes from my other side and I look to see Victor pulling out the chair next to me. I look back at Kevin who wears a smirk on his face.

"We'll find another buyer." The old man looked at Nero. Not at the chain. At Nero. Close the distance, his eyes said. Soon. They came back to the settlement at full dark. Drift's mood had curdled on the ride back into the specific kind of frustration that came from doing the right thing and being annoyed about it. He dismounted without looking at Nero. "Outside," Drift said to Nero, when they arrived. "You sleep outside." "Still?" "Until you've earned something different."

He clears his throat and lets me down softly. "Gotta go. Duty calls with sergeant William Hawk. We'll catch up later?" He smirks as I nod yes, and walks to the car grabbing a towel from his bag, patting himself dry before grabbing more bags. "Shit Nikki! How many bags did you girls bring? We're only staying for a weekend you know?" He sneers making me flip him off. By night time, and after many many drinks, loud music, and loads of food, everyone began to settle down to sleep. I wasn't feeling sleepy at all. But it was still so hot.

Principal Badminton said inwardly wishing he could cancel the trip but once again he had to remind himself that it was the kids idea and if their parents are okay then he should be okay, though he could bet that none of the parents were really informed about Bear forest or if they did, none seem bothered to let their children go out to the wilds where twenty five people got lost and not a body was even found. Well, Callum and his guide are there with them, Jack Daniels was a survivalist before he became a teacher in the school. All should go well he hoped. "The bus should be back before sundown." Principal Badminton asked Mr. Daniels whom answered in the affirmative. "Emma Winston Faber?." T

" He kicked off his boots, sinking in the chair, his back thanking him in soft plop. "Something went wrong then?" "Incredibly so. The Valhallas thought the trackers were becoming drifters. And drifters, at the time, were in habit of sharing secrets. With the intention of helping others, see trackers have a unique ability to find people who are in trouble. They just don't track blood trails or corpses. They track anxiety, sadness. It comes with all the aspects of death-which is why they are so good at it."

As the days passed peacefully and fulfillingly, I gradually became convinced that the Grants wouldn't ever cross paths with me. That was until one day, when my assistant Claire knocked on my office door and told me, "Dr. Simpson? You have a consultation. It's a Mr. Harry Grant, who wants our most expensive specialist to examine his younger sister." My heart couldn't help skipping a beat at the mere mention of that name, but I took a deep breath to compose myself and said calmly, "Show him in."

The boat, fully adorned with fresh roses, hit the water, and people immediately began shoving me forward playfully. “Austin, get on the boat already!” “Aussie! It’s been seven years, and you two are finally making it official!” My close friend, Marcus Bell, spoke with genuine excitement. He was truly happy for me. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Sarah Granger stepped off the boat and walked over in my direction. However, she paused beside me for a split second before walking right past. Instead, she stopped right in front of Logan, her voice soft and filled with affection.

he asked with a frown. Blaze is sure. That scent belongs to the drifters. The airy drifting scent only belongs to them. "I am sure" Blaze confirmed. Brandon is now in confusion. As far as they know, Drifters are a Myth. They have powers and they can drift between worlds and one place to another without being detected. Just like the fae who can shift from one place to another, all the drifters can drift from one place to another. It's their nature. There was a time when their services are used by the kings for the greater good of the citizens. But the drifters became greedy and they began to accept