The Drifters Novels & Stories

Alphas 2 The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a golden haze over the tangled sheets, but sleep had been a fleeting visitor. My body throbbed with the echoes of the night's frenzy-muscles sore from being bent and stretched, skin tender where their teeth and fingers had left their imprints. Xavier and Kale lay on either side of me in the sprawling bed, their massive, naked bodies radiating heat like twin suns. Even in repose, their cocks lay heavy against their thighs, semi-erect, as if their insatiable hunger simmered just beneath the surface, ready to ignite at the slightest provocation. I shifted slightly, feeling the crusted remnants of their releases between my t

But he never ended up coming with me. The day we were supposed to leave, someone discovered a pod of dolphins stranded near the dock, and word spread fast through the community. Ryan was stopped beside the car before we could get in. "Professor Carter! Professor Carter! Please come take a look, you're the only one who can help them!" Several rescue volunteers blocked his path, eyes red. Ryan turned and looked back at me. Those deep, charming eyes were filled with apology. "Elena—"

Jeremiah’s POV When you’ve been in this game as long as I have, you recognize drifters. How they walk, how they talk, hell, and even how they use the loo are different. They always reek of risks and bad mojo. And I don’t like bad mojo. Risks I can tolerate, but what’s in it for me?

Henry “A pain in my ass...” “A mate who’s a pain in your ass,” she said, looking around, “What is out here?” The Drifters—rogue groups of enchanted evildoers who would stop at nothing to get what they wanted—our land, our women, our goods.. “You know what’s out there,” I growled, still feeling her wrapped around my cock. I hadn’t the slightest clue she could feel so good. “Eh, what the fuck are you doing?”

Hayley took the photo and looked at it. “What is this girl's name? Do you have any other information about this girl? I need additional information to find it," said Hayley. “Her name is Frey… Frey.” I repeated the name, Frey. I would like to mention Frey's full name. However, I had a feeling they would find Frey a vampire if I mentioned Drucilla's name here. “She left the town of Linnea around three in the morning,” I added.

Natalie hesitated briefly before replying, "He did find her, but she has made up her mind to start anew and move on from the past." Allen let out a rueful sigh. "I'll never understand why some people only learn the value of a person once they've already lost them." Natalie chose not to respond to his comment. She instead shifted the conversation back to the logistics of the premiere, and after finalizing a few more details with Allen, she ended the call. Throughout the following week, Natalie balanced her meetings with Starlight Media with quiet strolls through the winding alleys of Basix. She hadn't been back in four years, and it made her somewhat nostalgic.

He didn’t remember his name. But he remembered them—the drowned faces beneath the tide, the hollow eyes that watched him every night from the surf. Not threatening. Not welcoming. Just waiting. The townsfolk still whispered when they saw him. He stayed in the old weather-beaten shack at the edge of the dunes, brought food to the fishermen when the tide was low, and returned to the sea every evening. Drift didn’t speak much. But he felt more than ever. Like the water had become a second skin, and something in the depths knew he belonged.

I felt the choice we were making sharpen into a tool — something to use and to wield responsibly. On the night of the tide, we moved like ghosts. The sea was a wide, dark mirror and our boat cut through its surface silently. The moon hung thin, and Jorren sat low at the prow, guiding us toward the drift of small isles like a practiced hand. As we neared Drift Isle, lanterns lit along a wooden pier. Men loaded crates, inscribed with Halver’s sigil. We watched from shadow, breath low. Fen pointed to a smaller crate, wrapped and heavy — likely the vessel for discs or fragments. One of Halver’s men checked a ledger, then motioned to the boat. When the boat shoved off into the sea, we followed at

She barely breathed, yet she stared at me as if she could not believe what she saw. "Jordan…" A voice came from far away, still and even, like water at the bottom of a well. "Jordan Wilford. Your debts in this life are settled. The wheel turns again for you. Go on. Be happy in the next one." I looked at Winona reaching toward me with everything she had left. I turned and stepped into the current without hesitation. —The End

Doris observed with Mark from their car, “there must be homeless people living here.” “Let's go get Norma and Erick and enter,” Mark told him. They got out of the car and met Norma and Erick. “Did you see the homeless man come in?” Doris asked them. “Yes,” Norma replied. “That means there are no vampires there. Just drifters. Shall we go in anyway?” “No,” Mark answered. “We're looking for vampires, not drifters, and we've already seen that there aren't any here.”