Noctis Draven Novels & Stories

Without hesitation, Draven attacked like the killing predator he was, showing no mercy as he imagined Verik’s face, his fists pushing into the male’s chest, leaving him for dead. In his darkened state, Draven had begun to hallucinate, and when he saw the woman he saved was Myra, his wolf yearned to be with her; so, he accepted her kiss and the bestial claim of one night under the stars, calling out Myra's name. Now, waking up to her name from his nightmare, he cried out, “Don’t…Myra!” This time, as Draven pushes himself up from the cool grass, he's met with a completely different scent. To his left, he sees Navori lying naked beside him, which makes his heart sink.

"Did he tear your previous outfit off? You're both looking surprisingly... refreshed." I held back a blush. “You really need to get yourself a wolf," I muttered. She snorted. "I don't need some male I could cut down in his sleep." I nearly laughed—knowing Astrid, it wasn't even a joke. I'd seen her efficiency firsthand. When Nox dismissed Draven with a wave, Astrid's voice dropped to barely a whisper. "You know what that gray patch means. He's from our pack." I crossed my arms, sighing.

Naham and Roman were nervous as they clung to their mates, watching a large group of hybrids line up near Atticus. Atticus spoke to his people and promised that their forever home was almost ready. The king looked toward Naham and Roman, but both were too frightened to leave their mate's arms. Atticus smiled at Naham and Roman, and then, the next moment, Draven burst out of his body like an explosion. His long tail stretched out behind his body, and his claws sank into the ground. His eyes burned with fire, and he looked directly at Naham and Roman. The area between his scales seemed transparent, allowing one to see the fire burning inside the large beast. Smoke seeped from his body as his n

Not when Draven stood between us like the devil himself ripped straight from the stories meant to scare young pups into obedience. Except he was real. And worse, he was having fun. Elias pushed away from the altar with a snarl, folding over when his leg gave out again. Nora caught him, only barely steady on her own feet. I could see the shake in her arms, the way her flames stuttered around her fingers. She was on fumes. We all were. Draven didn’t miss it. Of course, he didn’t. “Is this the best Obscura has to offer?” he asked, striding towards them with a shake of his head. “A dragon too young to remember what she is, a crippled heir, and a mutt with more bark than bite?”

While Draven and his men thought they had won- while they celebrated under the moonlight, mocking the witches that their power had failed them, they were unaware of the misfortune that was about befalling their pack. A week after wiping out the Noctheras Clan, Draven fell ill. The sickness took everyone by surprise as that was the first time their master would fall ill to the extent that he wouldn't be able to get up from bed. Thalindra- the clan's powerful sorcerer was called on and upon divination, the cause of Draven's sickness was revealed. It was revealed that the night they attacked the Noctheras Clan, right before the head of the witches took her last breath, she had whispered a curse

The night had teeth. Nova could feel them in the air — sharp, cold, gnawing at her skin as the wind carried the scent of ash from Draven’s encampment. The moon above was swollen and pale, its light trembling as dark clouds began to creep across its surface. The eclipse was near. Draven had gathered his army on the plains that stretched beyond the forest — rogues, Hunters, outcasts from half a dozen packs. A thousand eyes gleamed in the torchlight, hungry, waiting.

, Lord Dimitri demanded of the person who interrupted him and Alpha Aiden's discussion. "Right now I'm not interested in you and I have my ways and now for the Alpha in our midst, why don't I introduce myself hmm?", The intruder didn't even wait for a response as he introduced himself as, " Draven Nightshade, Leader of the NightStalkers Clan". As cunning as he was, he decided to also pitch somethings to Alpha Aiden concerning joining him to fight against Lord Dimitri's Clan and when he was done, Draven asked Alpha Aiden, "with all that, who will you join?".

He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate. Madchen on the other hand, was mesmerized by her handsome dark suitor, who claimed he loved her. Maybe dragons were more passionate than humans ever dreamed, and maybe she had fallen under his magical spell, and she was hopelessly smitten by this magical being who wrapped her protectively in his shiny onyx wings. “I see she didn’t get far,” Madchen pulled away from Drago’s arms, to find Nick standing there, shiny crimson wings unfolded from his back. He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on.

Somewhere above, water dripped in steady rhythm, marking the passing of time she no longer wished to count. She pressed her forehead to her knees, whispering softly into the silence, “Sebastian…” Her wolf whimpered within, weak but alive…..bound by magic yet still reaching, still calling. The door creaked open. Draven stepped inside, his dark cloak brushing the floor like the whisper of death itself. His face was unreadable, carved in sharp lines of malice and strange calm. His eyes, though, carried something far more dangerous than anger obsession. “You’re stronger than I expected,” he said, his tone almost conversational. “Most would have begged by now. You… you still have fire.”

There was a frenzy to him that was incredibly unsettling. "You can see that he's not quite human anymore. My serum has it's faults. His alpha instincts are in full force. It's quite the aura, wouldn't you say so? Well I assume as a beta it's hurting you much more than it does me. It is the benefit of my species to be dominant which helps negates the ill effects of my imperfections in the serum. Dominance in battle is definitely something of government priority. The poor side effect is that following orders is something we are working on. But you know all things are a work in progress." Dr. Dawson took a quick step forwards and instantly like a tiger aroused by an invasion into his t