Noctis Draven Novels & Stories

I would shed as much as I can for that moment. Thank you Goddess. Thank you. ‘Do you have an idea how long I've been here?’ I asked, deciding to not think about what went down the last time I was awake. ‘From what I remember, it has not been up to a day.’ I observed him for a few minutes. Something was different. ‘Adrian…’ Searing pain filled my mind followed by images. Disturbing images. I saw him. That bastard and his stealing creepy sorcerer, these must be after I had passed out. Adrian was bound with blood red chains and forced into Antonio as that creep chanted in loud volumes.

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.

Nyx wondered what games he was playing at this time around, why he was letting her feel these things, letting his guard down and showing her this sides to him that seemed to care. But it was all a lie! Draven was a mindless monster who cared about no one but himself. His steps faltered and he shuddered right where he stood, a muscle in his jaw ticking when he spoke. “These things you think you feel, these things that I feel, It’s all because of the bond. It would never have been possible if you weren’t unfortunate enough to be fated to me.” “Then end it!” She said as-a-matter-of-fact. “Break this bond because I’d rather die than want a life with you! Than desire you as much as I do right now

“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.

"You've been poisoning yourself for years to survive. That's not weakness. That's desperation. There's a difference." "Feels the same from where I'm sitting." "It's not." He steps closer, and the air between us thickens. "May I?" I don't know what he's asking. I nod anyway. He kneels in front of me. Kael Draven, heir to a biotech empire, the Alpha who commands armies of men and controls an underground network of crime and commerce, kneels on the floor in front of my chair. His eyes are level with mine. His hands rest on his knees, not touching me, waiting.

One looked back, hatred barely masking his fear. “This isn’t over.” “No,” I said. “It’s only beginning.” They fled. But before the clearing stilled, I felt it. A presence, cold and old, watching. Something that didn’t belong in any world that followed natural laws. “You’ve seen enough,” I called into the shadows. “Show yourself.” And for a moment, something moved. Something almost-human. Eyes like dying stars stared from the dark, full of promise and ruin. Draven. He said nothing. Only watched. Measured. And then he vanished, leaving only the stench of decay.

"He was crashing the High Alpha’s feast. Just. Fucking. Perfect. Genesis was nowhere to be seen. Every other fucking Wrenmoor warrior was inside his ancestral hall, but his Luna was nowhere to be found. Caedric looked up from the table, his gold eyes flashing as he spotted Draven in the archway. 'What the fuck are you doing here?' His growl cut straight through the feast chatter, killing the room instantly. Everyone turned, the females gasping, the males baring their fangs. Draven dropped his travel pack on the cold stone floor and took a step into the warm torchlight. 'This is my Luna’s house,' he grunted, his shoulders heavy with fatigue. 'I belong here.' 'Last we heard, your wolf ran off,

Draven was already inside. The hybrid stood between the relic and a group of advancing Interregnum fighters, his body moving with lethal precision as he cut through them. Magic flared with every strike, dragonfire laced with vampiric speed and wolf strength, his power layered in a way that made him nearly impossible to counter. He didn’t hesitate or slow down. He dismantled the first wave as if it were nothing. Behind him, Nora stepped into the chamber. The moment her feet touched the stone floor, the temperature shifted and dragonfire erupted.

As that was said we all left to our rooms. Meanwhile Tampa, Florida Draven woke up with his gorgeous naked wife in his arms. (If everything works according to plan they will never have her back, and I will definitely have her until death do us part.) He pulls her closer to him at this motion, and she stirs awake blinking her eyes open looking adorable. “Good morning my darling wife.” “Good morning, I’m going to get dressed.” I’ll pick it out for you, then I want you downstairs to make us breakfast.” He tells her, He doesn’t want her anywhere near the meeting that he will be having with Doctor Sanders. Draven chooses a beautiful halter top and a mini skirt in a lavender color and a pair of wh