Mr Draven Book Novels & Stories

Knowing she didn't pack for the cold journey, She hated the content rumble in her core from the warm smell of his scent, and she hated that she was reacting to it, “jerk.” She mumbles again even as she wears the jacket. They were ready to set out, and by the Raven Estate door stood five other veiled vampires with Russ in front, his eyes gazing carefully yet calculatingly as she bowed slightly to Draven. Myra knew then that Draven's powers were more than he let on. She was a force to reckon with, and he had killed three Canix wolves by himself. “We will be heading out to the mountains,” Draven called to the vampire whose eyes were on Myra,

The remnants of the glyph threads pulsed once, violently, before snapping apart into sparks. Kath snarled inside me before I could process it: ‘Katie—move!’ Vlad had already pulled me behind him, glyphs flaring back to life across his skin, shadows surging like a tide. His jaw clenched as the air bent, twisted, tore open again. And there he was.. Draven stepped through the rip like he owned it, that same cruel smirk painted across his face. “Well,” he drawled, eyes flicking lazily over us before locking on me. “I was actually hoping you would not notice and find the threads. You see, I was planning to secretly invade and kill you all.. But oh well, clever little pets, aren’t you?”

Clarabelle hadn’t had the chance to complete a sentence as her eyes met with the dark eyes of the man standing only a few feet behind her brother. “Pardon? Who are you calling stupid?” Draven’s lips curled into a playful smirk. “Let’s hope this one is more of a prince than a frog, shall we?” He winked at his sister before turning around and greeting the man. “Dean Westminster, I presume.” Standing six feet tall, Draven casually smoothened his suit then slid his hands into the pocket of his black trousers. “My name is Draven. Clarabelle’s brother.” When Deam didn’t look intimidated by that introduction in which Draven was thoroughly impressed, he added, “I assume you are here to seek audience

Neutral ground. He was there. Alpha Draven, Blood Fang’s Alpha, leaning on a busted pillar, red eyes glinting in the dark. Taller than I remembered, and that smile, sharp enough to bleed if you looked at it wrong. “Mira Luca,” he purred, pushing off the stone. “Back from the dead, huh? You’ve made one hell of a mess.” I just stared at him. “I’m not here to swap stories, Draven.” “Oh? So why shouldn’t I just snap your neck right here?”

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

He heard it as clearly as if I had yelled it at the top of my lungs. We stayed like that for a long time, quiet, locked in that position. The afternoon air was cool against my arms. I could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing under my hands, the faint smell of cigarette smoke mixing with the familiar scent of his skin. Eventually I stepped back without saying anything else, and I left.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

he frowned "If you want your death so soon, wait on the third day. Everything ends then. This alliance should never have been and it needs to be broken. Just so you know, we now have the book of plans you've set out, the evil plans against the humans. You plan to destroy us and rule over us" "Three days! Raven's going to be killed by my hands" Mr Tartal said The intruders left immediately while the hall remained tainted with blood. Luca was cuffed on the wrist with a strange metal ring.

I hissed in the end. 'Please, let this not be some rebirth shit explanation! I am done with those on novels!' "I am Menes, Emperor of Eckhathnaten, or you can call it in its modern term, Egypt," he started, throwing me an arrogant grin. "With the help of my priest's black magic, I lived through time. I cheated death. I exist to ensure the war—the war I created between the dragons and werewolves—would never end." "And what is my role in all of this? I am just a human!"

He sighed, "Sarah's. A week ago." Draven's eyes wide opened. "You can't be fucking serious!" Draven muttered startled as he pulled out a big brown old looking book from the shelves behind Lucifer's desk. Lucifer's brows knotted together in perplexed manner. "What's wrong?" "Not now, Lucifer." Draven insisted. Lucifer flung back, "Fucking answer me, Draven." He cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. Truth weighed down on Draven's shoulder, anxiously turning the pages until his eyes caught familiar lines written in italics.