Noctis Draven Novels & Stories

Golden frames bordered the structure, with a soft, sheer veil flowing from the posts, rippling gently in the breeze like breath. “You’re awake,” came a voice. I turned slowly. Draven. Seated like a monarch in a low-backed, black velvet sofa directly in front of the bed. One leg crossed over the other. Muscles taut beneath a half-unbuttoned silk shirt that gleamed under the moonlight. His black pants hugged his hips with sinful precision. He was carved like temptation, but it was the look in his eyes that made my blood freeze. That gaze—dark, molten, and locked on me—wasn’t human. It was the gaze of a predator… staring at his prey. Or worse—his possession.

His dark hair fell loosely over his shoulders and his skin was pale, making the contrast of his dark clothes even more striking. But it was his eyes that completely trapped me. They were a piercing pure white that drew me in so deeply that the rest of the room completely faded away. They should have looked frightening, but I couldn’t stop staring. For one horrible second, I forgot every warning I had ever heard and read about him. Then red flashed through them briefly, breaking the trance and reminding me exactly who stood before me. Draven suddenly gripped the edge of his desk so hard the thick wood cracked under his strength. His nostrils flared as if he was catching a scent in the air, th

The voices intensified as a beam of light lit up Jeremy on a higher stage. The rhythm he played started soft and slow but little by little the drums intensified. When the symbols crashed, a platform rose onto the stage with Kyung Jiho on it. Hae Mina grinned when she saw the white slivers light up under the black lights. On the back of Kyung Jiho's shirt was his name and on the arm was the Nightide emblem. The drum's symbols crashed and the next instrument joined. One by one, Nightide appeared on the stage with their parts. Hae Mina knew this was not her song to come in on because she had never been given a part.

Well, almost empty if not for us: Noah, Lowan, Maura, Cass, the arnis guy, another guy in a butler outfit, a girl in a maid's outfit holding a bow and arrow, a girl with a high ponytail equipped with a sword that looked like a katana, and me. There were three more beasts waiting for us on the yard. I bet the masked cosplayers were holding them off as the arnis dude came for us. The creature that chased us just emerged from the building entrance with an arrow on its head. We were surrounded by four beasts as huge as hippos. I didn't have any choice. I had to de-soul. De-souling is when I materialize my soul so that my body would be an empty vessel for the dark. Most people cannot de-soul so w

“Good. Just in time.” As night fell, the two of them rode into a clearing beyond the great forest. In its clear center stood a large tree, a giant and ancient thing, its bark gnarled and twisted like flesh bent under the hands of a supernatural torturer. From the shadows beneath it Drust emerged to greet them. “Ah, those with courage to ride in the fresh night, I salute you,” Drust called out, his arms moving up a little swathed in his robe. Ragala whispered to Weaver, “This one is dark, mistress. Very dark indeed. His soul is black enough to hide the stars.”

Until darkness takes her. "Xevanya! Oh, god! Wake up ... please, wake up!" Gladys approached Xevanya was lying on the floor. She tried to wake her up. Her eyes began to tear up when Xevanya didn't open her eyes. Hearing his young sister loud voice made Noah's eyes that had started to return to their original color turn dark blue again. "ZOERA DE LASKA! YOU ARE SO OUTSTANDING!" Noah shouted at Mrs. Zoe. A black mist enveloped Noah's body. His aura was extremely sinister for a teenage wizard. A human-sized sphere-shaped magic power charged towards Madam Zoe.

“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.