Novel & Cerita Noctis Draven

"Ostende te!" The Hellhound started to morph and change immediately, his body retracting until he was in his human form again, Deven Craig. He stood, completely naked. "Well, well! Looky what we have here. A witch!" He smirked. "I'll enjoy watching you burn at the stake."

I had to squeeze his ass to keep him from toppling us both over. Okay, this wasn't going to work if he kept running from me. "Relax, Midnight," I gave him a firm squeeze. "I just want to get to know you is all." Contrary to what Noelle would later guess, Midnight's cock was not made of fire. But it was unusual. The head of his cock was pointed, not as much as a lycan or any of the canine shifters, but more so draconic. Arrow-shaped, with three layered ridges before we got to the foreskin, and a lovely shade of blue. The color graded up the shaft, going from a winter's sky to the dark gray of a Drow, similar to the skin on his belly and thighs. The shaft itself was thick, ridged in elvish sca

"She’s... she’s rotting, Aria. It started a year ago. A black spot on her chest. Now it’s spreading. Her skin is turning necrotic. The smell... it’s unbearable. She’s in agony every second of the day." A dark satisfaction curled in my gut. Necrotic Rot. It wasn't a disease. It was a rejection. Chloe had used dark magic to steal my Wolf Spirit six years ago, I was sure of it now. But a stolen wolf couldn't live in a host it didn't choose. It was trying to escape, eating its way out of her body. "And you want me to save her," I stated flatly. "I heard about The Viper. They say you can knit flesh with a touch. That you can reverse death."

“I won’t be able to take your presence for much longer though.” Draven was a tall man with horns protruding from his hair and enjoyed wearing red. Today he was wearing a long red leather coat and a very tight red pair of pants. There was nothing in between, he was keen to flaunt his perfectly chiseled chest. He pouted at him. “Hey, I put your name forward for this job. You’re only able to live in this splendor because of me.” “I know you only did it because you take pleasure in my discomfort,” Nocturne pointed out. “We’ve known each other for too long.”

Alpha draven i was sleeping when i heard lisa calling my name, what could be the issue i didn't remember offending her. Arrghhhhh!!...... am coming!....... i told her as i used my speed to run to her. "do you nessarily have to yell my name like that Lisa,i asked "what have you done? draven... did you see the news .. (voice talking in the television) "local authorities have set to identify about five bodies found in the woods early this morning, eye withnesses have said that the victims were among those who attended the party last night, it is still not know who the murders are but the authorities have identified that the killing was that of a vampire......" (turns the tv off) " now can you e

I am not harmless anymore. The thought didn’t swell me with pride. It chilled me. The Mirror’s hiss in my dreams—run, little Luna—suddenly wore a face I remembered. Sleek. Careful. Paranoid. A survivor who would salt the fields of his neighbors rather than plant his own garden. “Draven,” Tristan said, like a curse he’d been saving. “It fits.” Osiris’s lips peeled off his teeth in something that was not a smile. “Coward would use a witch and a toy instead of his own claws.”

Kiran said and Malachi chuckled. We went down to the basement and the men made a circle around me. In a corner stood Marcus next to a table with his equipment already unpacked. A shiver went down my spine at the thought of shifting into a wolf in a few hours. “Levi Sinclair, step forth and be presented,” Richard said. I took a step forward and Kiran moved with me, taking a step forward out of the circle of men. “I, Kiran Sinclair, Alpha of the Southern Alaskan Pack present your future Alpha Zeta, Levi Sinclair, to receive his mark and emerge as a man.” There were nine loud claps in unison.

“She suffered enough. I have freed her, and you will never touch her again.” Draven howled like a maddened demon, his form twisting and warping, rage overtaking his sanity. He became a massive abomination, a deformed wolfish horror of eyes, teeth and claws. “I will devour you Adorus!” he shrieked. “And then I’ll use your powers for everything you stand against! Fuck your love, Alinta was mine to do with as I pleased! I chose her! I did more for her than you ever did!”

“He seeks to use the child. To challenge the Moon Goddess herself.” Draven stood, fury burning through the guilt. “Not while I’m breathing.” He looked down at Liora once more — her face pale, her hands trembling over the life growing inside her. “Rest,” he said softly. “I’ll deal with him.” Then he turned and left, his eyes burning gold as his wolf rose to the surface. But as he went out, trying to find out why Corvin is after Liora, he noticed two slim people lying in the dirt covered with blood, their wolf not yet maxed out..

She didn’t flinch this time. Draven stepped in. His face was unreadable, his movements quiet but precise. He let the door swing closed behind him. “You slept,” he said. “For as long as you could.” “I barely slept,” she replied. Her voice was steady, but the tremor in her hands betrayed her. He studied her. “Good. You’ll need your wits. And your strength.” “Strength for what?” Draven crouched slightly, lowering his voice. “The man who appeared last night… he is not what he seems. He’s part of a network that has been operating in shadows for decades. And now, he has marked you.”