Druig Marvel Novels & Stories

Someone behind the counter turned up the volume on the TV, and the calm voice of a news reporter came blasting through the speakers. "Two weeks ago, the Alpha of the Lunar Dusk pack declared Drax Freling a fugitive for crimes against the entire werewolf species. Miss Rissa and Miss Lily, whose photographs also appear below, have also been declared wanted, dead or alive, for aiding and supporting the fugitive."

I asked and he smiled as he slid a file across the table. I opened the file and looked at the information that he had gathered so far. It always surprised me how he was able to gather so much on people that tried to remain anonymous. The group consisted of a rogue lair of dragons, ten of them, and a pack of wolves, also ten of them. “I don’t see how they’re all working together,” I said as I read through the file. “They’re not actively working together, they have different bases of operations, each one keeping to themselves and selling the children to the vampire covens, you know they prefer the young ones,” he said.

Nomar added with a deep sigh. Vivar froze for a moment before he realized what just Higor blurted out. He wasn’t surprised to hear that Druji was a witch. What made him gape was because of knowing that Druji already exposed her real identity. He became more worried knowing that she was accompanying the evil queen, Dubheasa.” He slowly let go of Higor’s collar and stepped back with heavy breathing. He closed his fists as he walked around, thinking about why Druji had exposed herself. He stopped and let out a harsh sigh. “She’s not what you think she is. You must know that since you’ve been serving her for how many years? She’s just influenced by the wicked witch!” He glared at them then he ma

Then a smile creeps across his face, one of those devastating, dimpled smiles that could ruin a woman’s life. “You’re Charlotte. Pretty sure you knew that.” Smug bastard. “You know exactly what I mean, Damon,” I snap at him. The smile fades slowly and darkly. He leans back, arms folding over his broad chest like a wall. “You’re Druiss.” A shiver trickles down my spine. That name again. “Okay… and what’s a Druiss?” “A Druiss is a Dreil.” I groan. “And what’s a Dreil?”

Layla's POV: The last few lectures have been about things such as werewolves, witches, and vampires. The Professor has also spoken in depth about the history of Draphend and its association with the supernatural. I am eager to learn more about these beings, hoping to find out more about myself as well as the Draven family. The night Mr Draven hired me he told me of the family's secret. They are vampires. He assured me I was in no danger as they fulfill their thirst for blood on animals. For some strange reason I felt at ease as soon as I entered the Draven manor. I willingly accepted the job and since then I have been reading and studying as much as I can on vampires.

Apart from the rooms rich treasure he believes what is important would never be locked up but on the other hand dragons are possessive. “This orb will show you what you need.” “So there is no scroll?” “Dragons a private beings whatever rumors that are fabricated that are not threats, we don’t care for them.” “The orb reminds me a little bit of a literal cliché.” “Well, there are a few truths in human mythology.” “You mean mythology written by humans.” “If you wish to put it that way, yes.” * “What do I do?” “Touch it and breath, calm your mind.” “Okay that sounds easy.”

I breathe in, my head falls onto the headboard. How can there be a pack summit, and I’m in the dark? No one spoke of it. Not even Lada. Is there truly a summit, or is it a new means for the monster to have control over Duskwarren? Drago is a constant idiot who acts tough and knowledgeable on the outside but can be broken. If he is not mindful, the old nightmare will place him under his feet. I fear Drago won’t survive it.

Malrik’s eyebrow lifted slightly, “You’re threatening me because of her? Maybe you've got some backbone in you after all.” The hunters behind Malrik shifted restlessly. I'm certain they didn't come here for all this conversation and just wanted to fight. Malrik’s gaze finally moved and landed on me. The moment his eyes met mine, something cold slid down my spine. He studied me slowly and carefully, like he was studying a painting. “What spell have you cast on my sons, slave?” he asked with a puzzled expression. “Her name is Aurora!” Draven thundered. Malrik ignored him and continued, “I knew you had Draven in your claws but how did you also manage to get Darius entranced?”

“Ha. You sure think highly of yourself.” Aiden sneered. “You come from Uleania. You have some nerve to talk smack. Are you looking down on my family, the Westeros Krads?” “The Westeros Krads?” Draig was horrified. He was aware of the family. Still, Draig took a step forward and said coldly, “I don’t care about your family. Snow is my woman. “Hurt her, and I’ll kill you. “Trust me. I will follow through.”

And she knew she had to confront it, to face her fears, to embrace her powers, to fulfill her destiny. As their truths unfolded, a shadowy figure watched from the darkness, his eyes glowing with a malevolent light. Drax, the evil rogue king, his face scarred and twisted, his heart filled with a dark, consuming hatred. He had been watching them, waiting for the moment when their bond would be tested, when their truths would be revealed, when they would be vulnerable. And now, he saw his chance. He saw the fear in their eyes, the doubt, the uncertainty. And he knew he had to strike, to shatter their bond, to destroy their quest for the Oracle.