Noctis Draven Novels & Stories

“Yeah you did, but I still had the nightmares even though you were there,” I countered. Jake flinched and nodded, probably at the memory of me screaming the house down in his bed. “I’ve only had a few nightmares since then, the only times I ever have them is when Liam’s not there. Like if he’s on vacation or something,” I explained, looking at Jake, watching as understanding shot across his face. We were all silent for a while. Liam was stroking the back of my hand; Jake was just staring at the floor.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Her eyes, two glowing orbs of malevolent power, stared unblinkingly at the figure kneeling before her—Lord Draven. Draven, once a powerful and feared vampire lord, now looked like a beaten dog. His normally imposing figure was hunched, his head bowed low in submission. His plan had failed. Despite his careful preparation, his meticulous execution, he had not succeeded in killing Lara, the Luna of Tribiano. Worse still, Magnus had discovered his deception before Draven could strike. Now, he was back in Thana's dark domain, awaiting her judgment.

Lira (POV) From my altar of chains and rot, I can see him. Draven looks like a king carved from the pages of some fever-dream fairytale—a black leather jacket wrapped tight over a crimson silk shirt and silver buckles gleaming under torchlight. His honey-brown hair is still damp, slicked back from either snow or bathwater. Clean. Impossibly clean. The kind of clean that makes the blood dried under my nails feel louder. He looks almost innocent—like he didn’t order the flaying on me last week.

I felt a single tear run down my left cheek in honor of the man I knew. Gathering myself, I opened the link. “Hera.” “Alpha?” “Antonio has gathered a small army of sorcerers. Some of them specialize in mental magic, the rest is unclear.” “Thank you Alpha. I will protect Grey.” “I'm sure you will, we are done with things on this end. Hurry up and don't forget to ask for help in case of an emergency.” “Yes Alpha.” The link went quiet. I took a last look at Marv's head and left, leaving Damien in charge of cleaning up.

At least not until he found his mate. "Can I not sneak away?" Adrian asked with a tired groan. He would rather stay at home and read or do the accounts. "You do need to find your mate, Adrian, just come." Ezra was Adrian's best friend, and the son of his father's beta. Adrian had his own Lycan pack with his own territory.

Hayley took the photo and looked at it. “What is this girl's name? Do you have any other information about this girl? I need additional information to find it," said Hayley. “Her name is Frey… Frey.” I repeated the name, Frey. I would like to mention Frey's full name. However, I had a feeling they would find Frey a vampire if I mentioned Drucilla's name here. “She left the town of Linnea around three in the morning,” I added.

He began, “I should have known that Draven had his plans when he suddenly called me out to the Elder gatherings to sort out Clan business. I didn’t think he’d disregard the morals of our kind and go against the rules just to have his way with you.” Nyx raked her fingers through her hair, dragging her teeth through her bottom lip. “He came here. He sat right there, staring at me while I slept. I couldn’t tell how long he’d been seated there, watching me.” She sighed, “Then he tried to come to me, and I attacked. I stabbed him with that knife and then I---”

“One never knows when chaos might arrive.” As he left the study, his smirk widened. Behind him, Devon remained standing by the desk, hands gripping the edge so tightly his knuckles turned white—his earlier triumph completely forgotten, replaced by one terrifying truth: Draven was coming back. ---- Back at Crestmoon Pack… Kaden lay sprawled lazily across the velvet couch in his mother’s chamber, one arm tossed over his head, boots still on as if the space belonged solely to him. He was halfway through biting into a ripe fruit when the doors burst open with a violent bang.

The aurora light spilling through the citadel's high windows shifted from violet to sick green as another tremor rolled through the isles, shaking dust from the vaulted ceiling in slow, drifting veils. Draven. Serina. The toxin is slow. He'll collapse soon enough. I slammed back through Vaelor's door. He'd moved while I was gone. Slid from the bed entirely, he was on the floor beside it, one massive arm hooked over the mattress edge, the other pressed flat against the stone like he'd been trying to push himself upright and hadn't quite managed it. His robes were twisted around him. The bioluminescent markings along his ribs, usually a dim, steady blue, flickered in jagged pulses, like a sign