Mr Draven Book Novels & Stories

His first novel Brotherhood of the Dragon contained another Amun adventure, while 2020 sees the release of his WW1 trench murder mystery, Golgotha. Draven Draven is an author who writes paranormal/supernatural which includes vampires and werewolves, and ghosts. Her works include The Immortals Saga vampire series and the Bane Werewolf Colony series. She’s working on a revenge crime series of short stories and a science fiction series. She’s a graduate of Full Sail University with a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree in Creative Writing for Entertainment. She has experience with script-writing, comic writing, and game writing. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading books, specifically paranormal

I laughed out loud, the tears that were once forming out of misery was now from humor. "You all have lost your minds." Draven wasn't laughing, "we thought so too, up until you did the unthinkable. Most people even someone who loved him would have never been brave, or compassionate enough to almost die trying to save him from freezing waters and he hated you but you still saved him, so go ahead take this book, admit who you are, from the bottom of your heart. Let's test our theory." He said sternly then handed me the large white spell book.

--- That night, Draven sat in the dark on the terrace. Snow clung to the railing where Sepharine once set her books. Her blanket was gone. So was the warmth. He noticed a shape beneath his pillow. A small leather-bound notebook. He opened it. **Day 6:** *Lower calf twitched. Pressure applied: firm. Duration: 3 minutes.* **Day 14:** *Refused massage. Threw comb. Apologized silently. That counts.* **Day 27:** *Still refuses to drink tea, but his eyes soften when I enter. Maybe tomorrow, he’ll say my name.*

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.

Lyra's POV: “On the day Draven discovered Sable’s corpse, he also found his journal. We both expected to see a book filled with medical discoveries and research but what we found was astonishing. Sable spent all his life right from the point he encountered Draven's mother, writing all about Draven's journey. Draven did not wish for Sable’s life work to go to waste so he began to publish his book one after the other. Although he did make a lot of changes to them.”

The walls were closing in. Finally, the water turned lukewarm. I stepped out, grabbing a plush, oversized white bath towel and tucked it securely above my breasts. It wrapped around me tightly, ending just at my mid-thigh. Sighing, I squeezed the excess water from my damp hair and twisted the doorknob, stepping back into the bedroom. I froze. Draven was sitting in the armchair near the hearth. He had changed into a simple black t-shirt and dark trousers, but his expression was anything but relaxed. He was swirling a glass of amber liquid, his golden eyes immediately locking onto me the second the bathroom door clicked.

He had large glasses that sat on his crooked nose. Draven nodded his head, "Perfect. I'm assuming most of you are working on the chapters from Greg Hitcher and Witches?" A bunch of them nodded their heads; Draven had drawn seventy chapters for that comic book, which had not yet been completely edited. The deadline was in a month, and he was not too worried. He was seconds from turning away and entering his office when a staff member called after him. She was tiny, slim who also had glasses perked on her nose, and Draven did not seem to like her, as he raised an eyebrow annoyingly.

Flavius's eyes widen at Neron's words as he chokes out a cough. "A den of beast is not the words I'd use to describe this place. But I must admit this has been a very educational experience," Flavius tells him. "That is because we dragons are seekers of vast knowledge. My horde alone holds one of the largest archives in Midgar. You are bound to learn a thing or two staying here," I say. "As much as I would love to continue discussing the extensive knowledge of dragons there is a point to our arrival," Daniel says. "Awe yes, I nearly forgot. As stated in the original deal between our people I've brought with me the requested weaponry and medical kits," Neron tells us.

I hear them before I see them. Three heartbeats, thunderous and synchronized. Three scents slamming into the room like a storm front—iron, smoke, moonfire. Power rolls through the corridor, ancient and familiar, and something in my chest answers it with a violent pull. The doors explode inward. Draven is first. He doesn’t hesitate. He never does. He charges straight into the chaos, eyes locking onto me with something fierce and unbreakable. Blood streaks his face, his shirt torn, wolf magic radiating off him in waves that make the walls groan.

before starting the SUV again. ***** We are at a motel in this little town, Drax had gone to meet the neighboring wolf pack and I had just come out of the shower, he said, "We were spending the night and then going back in the morning." I had ordered food and sat down on the bed to message Ryker to tell him about our little road trip and let my kids know that I would be back the next day. I heard the doorbell and I opened the door paying the delivery guy, he asked if I was alone, which was odd, he even smelled odd too, so I said, "No, my husband is in the shower," and shut the door. I was watching TV when I heard the door and it was Drax, he was drinking the last of his blood bags and said,