The Drifters Novels & Stories

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

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

For we were both survivors, shaped by the cruelties and gifts of a world that demanded nothing less than our all. The moon hung like a watchful eye over the brooding forest as I, Kelly, listened intently to Elara Windrider's tale. Shadows danced upon the walls of my study, the flickering light of the hearth breathing life into her words. "Through the weary miles," Elara's voice wove through the darkness, "I found others-souls unclaimed by territory or title. We were drifters in the night, solitary hunters drawn together by the primal need for kinship."

Drago's grin turned savage as he spotted his prey--a ship, sails furled, docked and unaware of the danger approaching. "Now we strike," he growled, his voice like gravel. "Leave no one alive." The crew roared in bloodthirsty approval, brandishing weapons and grappling hooks. Their tender boats launched, stealthily cutting through the water toward the oblivious merchant ship. Drago's laugh boomed over the thunder as the raiders swarmed aboard the helpless vessel. Steel rang out as screams pierced the night. The crew fought valiantly against Drago's ruthless band of marauders. Swords swung, daggers flashed, and bodies fell as the pirates overwhelmed the defiant defenders.

"Now, would you look at that, dear brother! What about a free whore before the hunt? I bet it would do wonders for our nerves and tense muscles! What do you say?" "I am all in, brother!" "Fuck you both! What is this? Teenage antics and stupid threats? Let me go, and go fuck each other!" Drifta`s presence pushed a vibrating growl up my throat. At least she backed me up a little while still refusing to resurface or shift, but it did nothing in my favor. Both laughed and made fake, scared grimaces between each other, just to burst out laughing again. "What a sharp tongue you got there! Oh well!"

Quickly, she followed the two boys out of her room, and locked the door behind her before heading down to the recreation room via the emergency staircase. Yuri, Tohya and Ren entered the recreation room which was packed with what seemed to be more than half of the Drifters from Hati. And all of them were focused on the television which was suspended from the ceiling in a corner, their eyes glued to the screen. A Drifter turned towards Yuri, Tohya and Ren, and saluted them. “Sir.” “Turn up the volume.” Ren instructed, and the Drifter responded immediately by turning up the volume of the television. The voice of the news reporter filled the entire room.

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?”

I drove home and took my phone out as I sat in the driveway. “Jericho,” she answered. “Bluebird, I need you to hack the network and see who the target is here in Seward. I just spotted my old team in town,” I said. “Shit. I’ll send you what I find,” she said and ended the call. Nataly, Nick, Charlie, Joshua, Nicole the newbie and Kade Kominski were in Seward. That meant they had come to kill someone. Kiran knocked on the window of my car and I opened the door and got out.

“Wait… are you streaming her?” Carl didn’t answer, I didn’t either. At that point the announcement system crackled again. “Next stop…” People shifted nervously toward the doors, some left, most stayed. The three men he’d hired stood around me, their cocks already out, thick and heavy and black. People seemed oblivious at first or perhaps they wondered where this was driving at.