Noctis Draven Novels & Stories

*He's here, Aiden. From behind the massive trunk of the Moon Tree, a lone figure wrapped in a simple black cloak stepped into the light. He possessed no massive wings and wore no heavy armor, carrying himself with a calm, serene smile. He slowly reached up and removed his dark hood. His face looked incredibly young, almost kind, but his deep crimson eyes held an endless, bottomless darkness. The stranger bowed politely to the young prince. "Prince Aiden. My name..." his smile widened, cold and empty, "...is Noctis."

“I know you took his mark. I know you’ve completed the bond.” “Are you seriously going to let your grudge against me shape your future? My vision—” There was a darkness in Slade’s eyes that reminded me of cement cells and masks plated in silver, of dimly lit observational rooms and victims that cowered in the corner, begging for something I couldn’t give them. My voice came out a hoarse whisper. “Get away from him Natasha.” An explosive boom echoed throughout the dorm as the front door was kicked to splinters. I felt Nox’s presence before I could see him. Slade snared Natasha by her throat and snarled, “I thought you said she’d come alone.”

i say to him trying to defend myself He stands up, “where are you going” i ask him Turning back to look at me “to fix this” looking down at his trousers “How?” I ask sounding curious He continues walking, not turning back “why you wanna help?” I can practically hear the smirk on his face “Of course not” not getting a response from him I ask again “what's your name?” Pausing his steps “just call me Draven” Titling my head “Draven” it send shivers to the wrong place just by the test of it on my tongue

A second later, the great doors at the far end of the chamber burst open with an echo that rattled the walls. Three massive figures stepped in, incarnate as always: Draven, Nir, and Nachos, my brothers. They filled that moment with presence as loud as any drum. Clad in regalias, their arrival was no accident. Every eye fixed on them. Even the murmurs died. Draven was first—tall, broad-shouldered, golden hair unfurling from beneath his robe. His amber eyes burned with the same steel found in my own. Nir followed, lean as a stalk, with a mocking half-smile curling across his scarred lip. Nachos closed the procession, quiet, brutal strength in his stance.

"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."

“You’re in.” Nico blinked twice before staring at her. “I’m not even gonna ask.” He looked back at the screen, scrolling through the encrypted conversation. The amusement disappeared from his face almost instantly. His expression hardened. He slowly lifted his eyes to meet mine. “Uh…Draven. He’s hitting your clubs tonight…” He swallowed once before looking back at the screen. “… and a couple of your warehouses simultaneously.”

Then he contacted him. “Bacchus.” Minotaur said. Bacchus put his hand on his earpiece to hear him clearer. “Yes?” “Black Dragon and his company are all awake. We can’t ambush them.” Minotaur reported. Yeah. And you already alerted them with your shot. Bacchus irritatingly thought. “Standby. Pegasus is telling Cupid to hack this f*cking electric fence!” Bacchus ordered Minotaur. “Copy.” Minotaur answered.

“And stay out of Thorne Hill.” * All I want is a big glass of wine and my bed. Preferably with Lucas in it, naked and next to me, of course. Though I’m too tired for sex right now. But just having him next to me makes everything better. Seeing a truck with an Anderson Construction sticker on the door is the last thing I want to see when I pull into my driveway. All three of my familiars are on the porch, sunbathing like regular cats. They hold up the pretense well, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the nons close to me were suspicious, especially Betty.