Nox Draven Novels & Stories

Draven said softly, “you need to understand your place in this story. You’re not a savior, Nova. You’re the weapon that will end it.” He stepped closer until she could see the reflection of her own faint Moonfire glow in his pupils. “Soon, during the eclipse, the world will bend. The Moon will darken, and the old power will wake again.” “The Eclipse Ritual,” he whispered. “The moment when fate can be rewritten — by those brave enough to burn for it.” Nova’s breath caught. “And what will you rewrite, Draven?” His smile was cold, terrible. “Everything.” She bowed her head, pretending to submit — but inside, her blood was wildfire.

Murmurs rippled through the group. "He's telling the truth," Kyle said quietly beside Natzy. She turned to him. "What?" "He's a genius," Kyle said, his gaze fixed on Naro. "He sees patterns most people don't." "A game?" Natzy repeated, skeptical. "VEDRAH is a trial ground," Kyle said. "We're judged here. Hunted by what we've done. The worst of what we are." Natzy's chest tightened. 'Hunted by my crimes.' The words echoed in her mind.

As I glue the phone to my ear, there's the sound of drizzle, and I furrow my eyes and lift my head to the sky to see darkness has settled over the clouds. "You've got to be kidding me. " No longer than the words leave my mouth, a drop falls then another and another, till it starts to pour and I move back against the gate with a hiss. "Great. It couldn't get any worse. " I mumble as Dex's line rings continuously before it declines and I lower my phone. Looking down at my legs, the edge of my shoes is covered with dirt, and I sigh, holding a hand over my head as I try Dex's number again. When it drops just like the first time, I turn to the gate and the thought to climb over it crosses my mind

’ Draven said to Atticus who tried not to laugh. “Maybe not right now. We just got back.” Harris said when he sensed Draven's anger. “Oh come on, I wanna ride the sky pony!... Pleeease!” Noah held his hands together against his chest as he begged. Draven's scales began to glow and the fire could be seen between his scales as he stared at the fluffy white-haired Omega. ‘Draven! Don't you even think about it!’ Atticus scolded when he felt Draven was getting ready to toast Noah.

“Patience, Rhydan. Feeling is not finding.” “Don’t talk to me about patience.” Rhydan spat on the ground. His voice cracked with the fire of years left burning. “She ran. She took herself from us, from me. And I’ve been hunting shadows ever since.” Another silence. Then came the last one, colder than both. Draven stepped into the bloodlit clearing. He wore black, leather fastened to perfection, not a hair or scar out of place. His gaze was sharp enough to cut, his movements too controlled. Yet his eyes were dark and endless betrayed him. They always betrayed him when her name was whispered.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

"You begged to be fucked. So fucking beg." Dravenyx’s laugh was a low, dangerous thing. He stood to my left, his leathers finally undone, his cock free…thick, veined, the head already glistening. He didn’t touch himself. He didn’t have to. His gaze alone was a brand, burning into the side of my face as I struggled to keep my lips sealed around Zephryx’s skin.

“She suffered enough. I have freed her, and you will never touch her again.” Draven howled like a maddened demon, his form twisting and warping, rage overtaking his sanity. He became a massive abomination, a deformed wolfish horror of eyes, teeth and claws. “I will devour you Adorus!” he shrieked. “And then I’ll use your powers for everything you stand against! Fuck your love, Alinta was mine to do with as I pleased! I chose her! I did more for her than you ever did!”

“Sins Don’t Sleep” "Have you still not found her? Damien’s voice cracked through the silence like a whip. It echoed off the glass walls of Draven’s penthouse low and controlled, but beneath it… something volatile etched. Draven didn’t look up right away. He stood by the tall window, half-turned, nursing a drink that had long since gone warm. His jaw flexed, a pulse ticking beneath his skin. He finally answered, voice dry. “No. I haven’t.”

“Draven hates me now. He won’t even look at me. And the pack... they think I’m a curse, don’t they? I've lost everything that's ever meant anything to me. I've lost everyone. I can’t lose Dorian too. Please don't let me lose my son.” The words poured out, raw and jagged. I pressed my hands to my face, sobbing, the weight of Elara’s sacrifice, Draven's hate, and Dorian’s absence crushing me. What if the pack turned on me? What if I never reached him in time? A soft rustle broke my thoughts and a handkerchief appeared in front of me, plain but clean. I froze, then looked up. Draven stood there, rain dripping from his dark hair, his face unreadable. His wounds were bandaged now, but he leaned h