The Drifters Novels & Stories

A pack of males—strangers, not from the Academy—were trailing me with predatory intent. I broke into a run, my instincts screaming of a coming storm. They mirrored my pace instantly. Within seconds, a massive hand clamped over my mouth, stifling my cry for help, while another arm locked around my waist like a vice. Help me! Someone, please! "The moons have blessed us today," one of them rasped, stepping into my line of sight. He traced a dirty finger down my cheek, his scent a foul cocktail of cheap ale and stale tobacco. I thrashed against them, my heart hammering like a trapped bird. These weren't students; they were "Drifters"—lawless wolves who lived on the fringes of the territories. Th

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

Closer. Out of the darkness of the night emerged a detachment of riders. They saw lifeless, snow-white faces, twisted blue lips, from under which fangs protruded like sharp needles. And eyes, dead eyes, staring in the soulless blackness of darkness. It was as if a cold veil had been thrown over their small group, which squeezed them with hopeless longing. “Delonghee,” breathed Riston doomed. - Who are they? Vic asked with a tremor in his voice and shuddered.

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

They'd rather not be flung around like a ragtag bunch of sticks again. Fina and Isabel both sprang back to consciousness and threw themselves far away. Quickly, Fina jumped onto the large rocks that I could barely make out, and Isabel charged forward, pointing the muzzle of her gun at the attackers. Witness The Drift in action right here. Their combined tactics have left me in awe. Chase, Fabian, Mira, Fina, and Isabel all came at it from different directions. You're looking at the first-ever Drift! Within a matter of meters, Chase, Fabian, and Mira would be at his side. As I watched them approach in a mild panic, my chest began to heave.

"Oh, I did hear that, but did you hear the job? It's fucking insane. He wants us to take some little brat to the next state. He wants us to go outside. Have you ever been outside? It is hell. And that's the sugar-coated version of it. I am not doing this." "You're leaving soon anyway. Just head off in the same direction as he is paying us too." "Rebecca, one of the main reasons I became a drifter is because, over the years, I have grown to hate companies. Your included. I am not delivering some brat. I am not going outside with said brat. This is the end of our deal. Bye-bye." Drifter pulls his arm free and turns to leave. I see no other choice, so I pull out my gun and shoot Drifter through

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.

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.