Noctis Draven Novels & Stories

“I’ll send Tobin. He’s fast and quiet. He knows the high trails better than anyone.” “Tell him to move at night. No fires. No tracks. And if he’s spotted he runs. No heroics.” “Done.” Draven headed for the door then paused. “You should sleep, Adrian. Even alphas break.” “I’ll sleep when she’s safe.” He left without another word. I stayed at the window a long time. The valley looked peaceful from up here. No sign of the army creeping closer. No smoke from burned villages. Just silver light and deep shadows.

“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.”

“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.”

My name was Adriana Browne, and I worked as a private piano tutor who would travel to students' homes. I was also a woman in my 30s, navigating the complexities of life and desire. My husband, Trevor Chambers, was great in bed. Even so, his age was starting to catch up with his stamina. He could no longer satisfy me the way he used to, and there was a quiet emptiness and longing that lingered in me. At first, the need only crept up on me at night. However, I gradually craved being intimate even during the day.

“Ouch.. why does it hurt and where am I?“ we both gasped as Elora literally woke up that very second right on cue. Maya loosened her hold on me and rushed to Eloras side. “Nothing of that matters right now. The main thing is, are you ok?” Maya exclaimed, stroking Eloras cheek with such concern in her big wide eyes. Elora smiled and gave a slight nod whilst trying not to wince at the same time. It was not a very convincing act. Even I could see that she was in a lot of pain. “Elora, do you know who I am?” I stepped forwards and she stared at me, confused. “You are the next in line alpha of the pack. George.” She answered.

But not entirely human either. Nyxar goes eerily quiet. Too quiet. ‘Nyx?’ “It’s strange,” Nyxar hesitates. “It’s like I’m drawn to it…. But not fully there.” ‘So am I. But more like….. mild curiosity.’ Draven murmurs inwardly. Nyxar huffs. The wind shifts. And then, it hits. Draven freezes. His pulse spikes, heart beating once, twice and then—He moves forward. Every step is slow and deliberate like he's trying to let the night enjoy its slumber as he stalks about.