Noctis Draven Novels & Stories

"There is zero probability that his wolf isn't stirring the blood-pool for vengeance—do not attempt to tell this council his hands are clean!" Tavros remained convinced that my presence was driving the political friction out of spite. "His boots have officially joined Nighthowl Systems," Draven responded, his flat voice cutting through the lounge talk with deliberate, slow precision. Tavros and Lucien both locked their jaws in absolute astonishment. "Him? Lardon?" Tavros burst into a loud, mocking laugh, openly relishing the domestic drama. "What tactical asset could that submissive stray possibly deliver to a high-tier weapons vault?"

“Can you levitate a mountain, Alpha Draven?“ a wide-eyed boy asked. “Could you slay a thousand warriors with a single roar?“ another girl inquired, her voice filled with awe. Draven chuckled, his laughter echoing through the room. “My young friends, your imaginations are running wild. While I am no ordinary man, I am far from the legend you paint me to be.“ A sudden movement caught his eye. In the corner, Draven”s one-year-old son, Bernard, stirred from his slumber. The tiny boy's eyes slowly opened, blinking at the unfamiliar surroundings.

Not unless everyone voted my brother in as Alpha, because it would no longer be his birthright. I figured Draven would be in his office, because he burns the candle at both ends at all times. He rarely sleeps because according to him, there is always work to be done. I knocked lightly on his door, but I could tell by the lack of light coming from under the door that he wasn’t there. He wasn’t in his room either. So, I called him. “Draven? Where are you? I’ve been to your office and suite, and now I'm standing in the hallway being gawked at by these young boys who should be in their rooms. Isn’t it past curfew?” I said loud enough for them to hear me.

Darkle laughed with some sarcasm, wondering if he was not afraid when seeing his whole herd had been killed a while ago, and these two were the ones who killed them and no one else. Why not be afraid?? Does he trust his strength to this degree or does he not care about his life? Do you think that Mars and Zayn can't kill him? " Come on, my girl, come forward." NBS laughed at Mars inside him when he saw his father's Mate standing confidently in front of him Yes his father's mate! Because he is not a legitimate son! He is the son of a witch whose father had an illegal relationship with her, so he took the power of witches and the power of werewolves, a hybrid yes.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

And with that promise echoing in his heart, he surged forward, his pack close behind, ready to face whatever darkness lay ahead. A few hours later, the first light of dawn crept over Blackthorn, painting the ruined courtyard with muted gold and crimson hues. In that fragile morning glow, Diego stood atop a shattered wall, surveying the aftermath of last night’s battle. Amid the remnants of shattered stone and spilled blood, a familiar sound stirred hope in his weary heart—the steady, resolute voices of his pack.

“Nice. I’m Sadness. But you can call me Alina.” The silence stretches and I don't let the awkwardness settle in before blurting, “You are here for the Luna festival too, right?” He shrugs, his eyes fixed behind me. “What else would I be doing here if not that?” I snort. “Crushing the hearts of broken women?” That gets his attention. He blinks at me and lets out a breathy laugh. “No,” he says. “But I can see how I might give off that vibe.” “You do.” I sip again. “That bone structure is dangerous.”

Aura's POV I spent the day trying to take care of the twins without my mate's help. I was tired after a long night of mourning the loss of Alpha Oren. It was very sad. Draven stood in front of everyone as we all said our goodbyes. Most of Brightmoon's pack had perished in the attack. I had no idea how Luna Adina had made it out alive. Draven had said he saw a different light coming from me and Luna Adina said the same light had enveloped her when she thought she was about to die. I guess it was something to do with my abilities from what I had overheard. I don't know for sure but I think there is more to this than anyone is telling me. I guess they think I can't handle it but I can! I have g

It's perfect for me because even with his larger build and greater strength, I'm a worthy opponent in human form. Drakon heads to the center of the room with his back to the egg. I want him as far away from Pepper's son as possible. Drakon's silver eyes give away his intent a second before he charges in low. I leap over him and turn. My foot is up and I land a solid kick to his back which sends him toward Pepper.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.