Noctis Draven Novels & Stories

At least, he was merciful in that regard. Rather than stare at the silhouette of her best friend out there in the darkness alone, Nya turned her attention to the moon. The light was just missing Gavin now, but it would move momentarily, and he’d be bathed in the soft, warm glow of the Dragon Moon, and then, a shadow would pass across the orb, interrupting the beams, and the dragon would swoop out of the sky, his sharp talons sinking into Gavin’s flesh before the dragon plucked him away, flying up into the night sky with him and likely devouring him before he even reached his lair somewhere on the top of Scale Mountain to the west.

She wasn’t sure that Zane would either, and she didn’t think the time to find out would be in the middle of the attack. The thought that Daunator was potentially out there somewhere, just biding his time, as he had for centuries between when he’d allegedly come back through the Blue Moon Portal and the battle between her parents’ team and him just before she was born, was alarming at best. What was his angle this time? Was he content to sit back and let idiots like President Crimson Crotch take the glory while he stayed in the shadows, or was it possible he was actually pulling the strings? The thoughts circulated around in her head over and over again as she sat on the back porch, staring o

♣ CHAPTER 30 ♣ The Dray’s mansion was alive with the soft whispers of maids and guards. They were chatting and moving about quietly. Kate rolled from one side of the bed to the other. Her phone buzzed on the shelf beside her bed. She reached for it and noticed it was an unknown number. She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and yawned like a hungry lion before answering. “Hello,” she said lazily. “Hey, girl. Good morning,” came a cool and smooth voice.

I felt sick to my stomach, a cramp seizing me. But none of that mattered anymore. I took out my silver staff, and strode resolutely towards the Elder's Council Hall. It was time to put an end to all of this. "Luna-to-be?" one elder asked, confused. "I am not your Luna," my voice was calm and clear. "I never was." The elders looked at each other. I walked to the center of the council table. "I, Lyra, Princess of the Moonshadow Realm, hereby renounce my fated mate bond with Kaelen Blackclaw."

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.

My pack and this continent almost perished when Xena ran away, but this can’t real. “Who is Draco?” I ask when they all nod. Those witches said something about listening to Draco. Their eyes widen at that. This can’t be good. “He is the ruthless leader of the deep. He will be undefeated, and this universe will be doomed if he gets hold of the quadpod powers.” All I hear in that sentence is that Xena is in grave danger. What the fuck was I thinking rejecting her? “How do we defeat him?”

He heard her talking to her mother while he was hiding behind the window sill. “A rose and a viper.” Damon enunciated, narrowing his gaze to Walsh. “Who’s crest is it?” “Nemesis.” It wasn’t a name, and it annoyed him more. He has a lot of names on his list that fall into that category. It would take him forever to sift them one by one. “Burson.” Walsh suddenly added, finally in his conceding voice. The pain was becoming intolerable, and he was bleeding between his legs profusely. Only a thread of skin holding his entire balls.

"L0V3 Foundation comprises the letter L, the number 0, V, and the number 3. The founder might be your relative. Minerva Winchell. Do you know her?" "Yes, she's my mom..." "Whoa! Seriously?" "Thanks, dude. I really owe you a lot." "No big deal, dude." "Thanks again. Bye." "Certainly. Bye." I took a deep breath and looked at Mom. ---- Ady's POV "Perhaps from your tribe..." I heard aunt say. "I'm not sure, but as far as I remember, there's no Lycan in our tribe. We could change within the day, but you knew that, didn't you? Jasper has been able to shift with us before. It means he can move any time he wants."

The leader of the Village, known as Trenton, stepped forward as his gaze narrowed on Cyran and Kellan. “I don’t think we properly introduced ourselves the last time I was here. My name is Azura Chasm, I am mated to Cyran Chasm and the Keeper of the Dragon Stone. They are here because we need your help.” All eyes moved from Kellan in his Dragon form and Cyran as they landed on me with surprise. Feeling awkward, I shifted from one foot to the other. While also feeling as if I was experiencing every high schooler’s nightmare, standing in front of class naked.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below