Noctis Draven Novels & Stories

Aria was born wrong—an impure wolf with no pack, no status, and no future. After her father’s death, she became little more than a servant in her own home, hated by her stepmother and treated like a burden. So when a stranger offers a generous dowry for her hand, Aria is sold like cattle. Her stepmother assumes he’s just another desperate rogue looking for a mate. She couldn’t be more wrong. Alpha Draven—The Shadow Alpha—is the most feared name in the werewolf world. Ruthless. Dominant. Untouchable. And he didn’t marry Aria for love. On their wedding night, he lays out the truth: He doesn’t want her heart. He doesn’t want her loyalty. He wants an heir. Aria refuses to be used. But when Draven threatens to expose her impurity and destroy the fragile life she has left, she’s forced into a chilling agreement—bear his child, and he’ll give her protection for life. But in the shadow of power, nothing is ever that simple. He wanted her womb. He never expected her fire. She agreed to carry his heir— She might just carry his downfall.

Accused of killing her mate at just eighteen, her life was shattered beyond repair. As punishment, her wolf was crippled—left broken as a living reminder of a crime she never committed. By twenty-one, she was wolfless, mateless, and stripped of everything. Despite being the daughter of a Lycan King, she owned nothing but two pieces of faded clothing and a worn-out mat. Enduring countless punishments from her stepmother, stepsibling, and even her own biological father, she finally chose death over suffering. But that was when the true nightmare began. She woke up one morning pregnant. The identity of the father of the pup growing in her womb was a mystery, even to her. Her stepmother reveled in the disgrace, using the pregnancy to humiliate her further. But the shame didn’t last long. Because the most feared Alpha of all appeared—Alpha Draven, known for his brutality and merciless nature—claiming the child in her womb as his and demanding that she be placed under his care as she carried his heir. But little did she know that her own father and stepmother had sold her off to the Alpha King as a breeder. And when the truth finally began to unravel, she started to wonder, Was Alpha Draven her salvation… or the beginning of a far deadlier fate?

My mate, Charalambos, was the heir to the Nightshade Pack. To take over as Alpha, he was sent to Noctis City, the capital city, for special training. When he left, my stepsister, Francesca, insisted on going with him. He refused at first, but she forced his hand, threatening a hunger strike until he gave in. Eventually, he allowed her to accompany him as his assistant. This went on for three years. Throughout those three years, our mate bond stayed strong. I never felt the slightest hint of betrayal. He constantly reassured me through our mind-link. "You're the only one for me." At some point, I started receiving photos anonymously. Francesca kissed him in the face, but he never refused. Once, Charalambos and I were on a video call in the dark, and I could hear Francesca’s breathless voice clearly while she whispered his name in the heat of it. Three years later, the day he returned to the pack, I saw her walking behind him. She had been with pup for five months, and there was a smug, victorious smile on her face. He looked at me apologetically. Guilt was written all over his face. "I'm sorry. I’ve only ever loved you. Once the pup comes, you can raise it." I was done. I had waited for three years. I made up my mind to reject him.

They said Alpha Draven was a monster deadly, bloodthirsty, cursed. That his pain was a death sentence for every woman who crossed his path, that no woman had ever left his bed alive. They said he sacrificed his brides, just to revive a body cursed beyond redemption. So why did my father choose me? Why was I offered has a substitute, a replacement bride meant to stand in for my sister, Angel? unwanted omega. They wanted obedience. my entire pack handed me over like worthless trash. And I was the price. One night with the monster that was my sentence. Afterward, I was expected to lose my life , because a weak omega like me cannot survive mating with an alpha. No right to want him. No right to crave him. But I do. I crave the monster without mercy. My body responds to his voice, his commands, his presence. I want more of him more than one night, more than a sacrifice meant to end me. My virginity was supposed to be a reward, a peace offering, even if it came wrapped in pain. But Alpha Draven doesn’t do love. He doesn’t believe in mates. His kind takes centuries to choose and those chosen never survive.

Wren Holloway was branded and rejected at her Claiming. The Moon Goddess chose her for Prince Caiden. He denied her in front of the court. The High Priestess cut her bond and scarred her shoulder. She watched her sister Lyra become the Luna she was promised to be. The Alpha King gave her one hour. Marry the Butcher or die on the altar. Exile at the border forced her into Alpha Draven Duskbane’s keep. He is Caiden’s uncle. The male who ended the last war by lining his walls with heads. Draven is lethal and precise. But around Wren, instinct overrides hatred. The longer she stays, the harder it gets to see her as anything other than his. Her gray eyes flash silver. The color that killed his parents. The color he vowed to destroy. Her brand hides witch runes. Lyra sold Wren’s firstborn to a marsh witch to steal the crown. The debt still stands. If Wren bears an heir, the witch takes it. If she doesn’t, the curse kills every Duskbane pup for twenty more years. Now she has to choose. Stay weak and let the witch win, or become strong enough to burn down the kingdom that branded her, in a court that was designed to make girls like her disappear.

Jasmine Reign Campbell has one rule. Stay invisible. Stick with her friends. Avoid drama at all costs. Then Draven Augustus Green walks into her life. The campus bad boy. Arrogant, irresistible, and impossible to ignore. The one everyone loves and the one she wants to stay far away from. He breaks every rule and somehow gets under her skin. Jasmine is determined to never fall for someone like him. Rule number one exists for a reason. But some rules are not meant to last.

Plus Size Chronicles: THE MOON CHOSE TWO ​The Alpha Twins’ Fate ​One rejection shattered them. A second chance might destroy them. ​Draven and Elias Blackwood were born to lead, but the Grand Mating Ball left them in ruins. When their fated mate publicly refused to bond with both Alpha twins, she didn’t just break their hearts, she destroyed their pride. Two years later, Draven is a storm of reckless drunkeness and sexual deviance, while Elias has become a cold hearted bastard, but with strong calculated logic. They no longer believe in destiny; they only believe in survival. ​Nova and Sloane knew the sting of betrayal long before they met the Blackwoods. As powerful Alpha daughters, they were cast aside on their eighteenth birthday by the warrior they trusted, stripped of their birthrights and shamed before their entire pack. Now, they are wandering survivors, wary of any man who claims to want them. ​But the Moon Goddess isn't done with her broken children. When the bitter Alpha twins cross paths with the wounded Alpha daughters, a dormant power awakens. Their mate bond ignites, twice. ​Two fierce, curvy women. Two dominant, haunted brothers. In a world of shifting loyalties and ancient pack laws, and corruption from those they least expected, they must decide: is this a divine gift of healing, or a cruel trick of the Moon Goddess....

I took a silver bullet for him. I sacrificed my wolf, my career, and my soul to be his perfect mate. In return, Alpha Damon Blackwood gave me a divorce and a devastating truth: our life was a lie. For five years, I was the "weak" Luna of the Blackwood Pack, enduring the sneers of my mother-in-law and the cold indifference of my husband. I even raised a son who wasn’t mine, only to be told I was a placeholder for his true love’s return. Discarded and broken, I walked away. But Damon forgot one thing: before I was his trophy wife, I was Shadow_Cipher—the most feared hacker in the world. Five years later, I’m back. But I’m no longer the girl with the silver-scarred chest and the broken heart. I am Luna Ashford, the billionaire CEO of a global tech empire. I’ve come to strip Damon of his title, his fortune, and his pride. My revenge is a cold, calculated masterpiece—until I meet Draven Craven. He is the Alpha of the Underworld, a ruthless mafia king who bows to no one. The mate bond between us is a violent, magnetic force I never wanted to feel again. He wants to claim me. He wants to protect me. But I’m done being a pawn in the games of Alphas. Damon wants my forgiveness. Draven wants my heart. But I? I’m here for my empire.

Evelina Dray: I have spent years cataloging what Obscura wanted forgotten. Erased names. Broken prophecies. Bloodlines rewritten by fear. Knowledge is supposed to be neutral, but I’ve learned that every truth has a cost, and someone always bleeds for it. Draven Kael is not a secret I was meant to find. He is a weapon the world buried and prayed would stay buried. He should terrify me. He does. But fear has never stopped me from opening a door. The Interregnum believes I will choose safety. Obscura believes I will choose loyalty. They are wrong. I will choose the truth, even if it burns everything I am standing on. Draven Kael: They call me a monster because it’s easier than admitting they built me this way. I was forged to kill dragons, to end bloodlines, to erase problems before they learned how to scream. The Interregnum didn’t give me purpose. It gave me permission. Evelina Dray is not supposed to see me. She looks anyway. She doesn’t flinch when she learns what I am, what I’ve done, what I was designed to destroy. That makes her dangerous. That makes her mine. This war is not ending. Not here. Not now. And when the world finally tears itself open, it won’t be heroes who decide what survives. It will be the weapons that were never meant to love anything at all.

The 99th time my fiancé, Draven, hung up on me, I dragged myself to the family's church, my diagnosis of end-stage renal disease clutched in my hand. "Father, I wish to renounce the Rocci family and break off my engagement to Draven Frost." The words had barely left my lips when my parents burst in with my adopted sister, Bianca. My father, the family's Consigliere, didn't hesitate. He slapped me across the face, right there in front of the priest. "Your fiancé is a respected Capo in our world, and you choose to insult him like this!" "You're dragging our family's name through the mud in front of the whole organization!" My mother snatched the diagnosis from my hand, sneering after a brief glance. "Playing sick for attention again, are you? What is it you want this time?" My adopted sister, Bianca, clung to our parents' arms, her voice choked with tears. "I'm so sorry, sister. You can have my place at the gala. Please, just stop making trouble for Mom and Dad!" I wiped the blood trickling from my nose and calmly repeated my words to the priest. "I am no longer a daughter of the Rocci family. I am not worthy of an alliance with the Frosts." "I will be dead in three days. I want this engagement broken before then."