The Drifters Novels & Stories

But she couldn't. "What?" she whispered. She didn't know who a drifter is and why the fairies are killing them. "Drifters are fairies. They have the power to drift from one place to another with just a snap of their fingers. Most of the drifters have more powers than an average fairy. They were used by people for their work, for which they will be paid. Slowly a few of the drifters began to get greedy. They did some things which they shouldn't have. So the fairy lords decided to eliminate the entire drifter race. It is a rule made more than 200 years ago. No one will stop the fairy guards if they are killing a drifter" he explai

She would catch a movie alone every now and then, then walk along the river after the movie credits ended, watching the lights come on across the water. No one here knew about her past. Here, she was just Ivy Rivers. A quiet, hardworking Sidonian colleague who was willing to push herself. The freedom of shedding every old label felt almost unreal. She still had nightmares sometimes. The collapsing banquet hall. The harsh glare of the operating lights. A figure walking away without looking back. But every time she woke up, she would stare at the night sky outside her window until her heartbeat settled again. - Ivy had left work a little early today. She planned to go to the International Mark

"So, you do know who the Brennans are. Listen up. I'm Drift Brennan. What do you think now? Scared? I don't care who you are. Apologize to me right now and give me the woman next to you. If you do that, I'll spare your life." Those who had not heard of the Brennans would not know how powerful they were. If Chase had heard of the Brennans, he should know what the Brennans were capable of. Drift was already anticipating what would happen next. He was already imagining the gigolo kneeling at his knees, begging pitifully for mercy and apologizing. However, Drift waited for quite a while but nothing happened. All the gigolo did was stare at him like he was stupid. Drift suddenly felt that he had

Marcus says, "But I do believe he is our best shot at retrieving the supplies we need. He is a drifter after all. In fact, they're all drifters. They have the best experience when surviving the outside." "And yet it was you and your troops that saved their sorry asses from getting eaten by Old Yeller, Cujo, and fucking Clifford the big, blood-covered wolf! Oh, and don't think I don't know what happen to that guy, Chris. Jim told me. If I were you, I wouldn't have saved their worthless asses! Do me a favor, Captain, and kick them out!" "Not so fast," Drifter yells, walking up to the commanding officer. "Excuse me, citizen," the commanding officer says, "But we're in the middle of something he

Blood was their relief and death their sanctuary. The Drifter had not only taken this mission for the money but also for the challenge attached to it. Twenty-two years ago he had missed his target and his pride and ego had been injured. Now was the time for him to rectify his professional mistake. Ara hope The Drifter was bringing his arrogance along with him because he needed to exploit it to his full advantage but he also needed to make sure his thirst for vengeance don’t cloud his sense of reasoning in their upcoming clash. Ara needed to focus because focus was balance and balance yields success.

Drift states when we meet him half way in the middle of the compound. The Road Kings clubhouse is made up an old repair shop. There is a couple thousand square feet added onto it and has cement walls blocking the view. If they wanted to, they could easily take us out here and now, and no one would even know. "Drift. Thanks for meeting with us." Austin states as they stare each other down. Drift is practically a mystery to us all and as much as I hate that Torque couldn't find much on the fucker, I can read people well enough to know that he has a dark past that even the likes of us wouldn't comprehend.

And the floaters came. In the gathering dark, the bodies looked like heaps of rags or squalid mounds of garbage. There was no stroke of arms, no flutter of feet churning the muckish water. They did not so much swim as preternaturally glide like some disgusting parody of merfolk as they drifted cross-current, defying the laws of nature. But then their very existence defied nature. Though he kept his mouth set in a grim frown, his gaze narrowed (it wouldn’t do to let the lads see fear) Dirk’s thick skin crawled at the sight. The minister’s boy, scrawny Lyle Trilling, his black-velvet cap immaculate while his arms were red to his rolled-up sleeves, shouted to him. “Do you think they’ll board us

The beginning of their extinction. The end of the Moon Drip. Their once peaceful, quiet, and happy life has been replaced by fear and dread, they were forced into hiding to save themselves. But because almost all Werewolves were hunting them down to eat their hearts and because they had no ability to defend themselves, the small and sacred Cohen clan was gradually depleted until time forgets their story.

The atmosphere was relaxed and warm. Later in the evening, the music shifted to something more upbeat. Guests gathered around a large bonfire, the flames casting a golden glow across everyone's faces. I loved the setup. They played so many songs I knew, and before long I was singing along and dancing with Grace near the fire. I'm not one for taking pictures and recording everything. I like enjoying the moments that come by. However, Grace loved keeping memories. She took so many videos, especially when I was shamelessly embarrassing myself and singing off-key. I didn't mind at all, and quite frankly, by the third bottle of wine I didn't care for much. I was fairly certain I was singing even

The nurse stood there awkwardly, unsure how to help. In a fit of rage, Harrison kicked the hospital room door open. Both Kate and the doctor froze, stunned by his entrance. Kate hastily got off the doctor's lap, tears pouring down her cheeks. "Harrison, you finally came! This doctor raped me! Our child is gone!" Harrison's sharp gaze pierced the doctor, igniting a mix of anger and humiliation in him. "Kate, you're nothing but a trashy woman! How dare you try to frame me now? Mr. Drummond, it's all Kate's doing. She coerced me into helping her fake a pregnancy!" the doctor exclaimed in defence.