Novel & Cerita Nox Draven

“I won’t be able to take your presence for much longer though.” Draven was a tall man with horns protruding from his hair and enjoyed wearing red. Today he was wearing a long red leather coat and a very tight red pair of pants. There was nothing in between, he was keen to flaunt his perfectly chiseled chest. He pouted at him. “Hey, I put your name forward for this job. You’re only able to live in this splendor because of me.” “I know you only did it because you take pleasure in my discomfort,” Nocturne pointed out. “We’ve known each other for too long.”

My hands are cold and damp as I walk into the Nox office with Samiel and Draven. The morning silence makes the place feel heavier, more intimidating, as I face the two massive men standing in front of me. — I swear, vicarius, when you called asking about the rune of Grace, I thought you’d gone insane. — Draven says, taking the glass of whisky from Samiel’s hand and pinching the bridge of his nose. He’s tense. — I’ve always been insane, Draven. I thought you knew me well enough. — Neither of them smiles. Apparently, it wasn’t a joke. — What took you so long?

C does this mean, Draven has forgiven her? find out in the next episode

She watched Adrian laying there, completely still; she couldn't even see the heaving of his chest. Then Draven attacked Noah; he jumped at him with fangs out, but Noah simply melted into the shadows. He moved around in a whirl of blackness, avoiding the spots where light pierced through the canopy of trees above them. Draven began turning his attention back to Adrian, but Noah appeared behind him and slashed the side of Draven, drawing blood with a single stroke. Draven yelped in pain as blood dripped down from his side; now Noah fully had his attention. Draven rushed at Noah, slashing and biting with such beastiality; everything he did seemed feral and inhumane, like an actual wolf would.

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

Then Black Dragon spoke. “Hello. I’m Black Dragon of Dark Knight, 18. But just call me JD outside.” He said with a smirk. I gulped. He’s not even offering his hand for us to shake. He’s not even sharing anything more about himself. Just like that. His aura radiates confidence and no fear. But I can also sense a feeling of excitement and loneliness at the same time. I shook my head. It’s confusing. I sighed. Sean-hyung looked at me. “Something wrong, Hawkeye?” he asked.

'D-Drake. Someone called him again, but then he realized that Emily was calling him. His jaw clenched as he faced the hunters. "You're ungrateful, human! You dare to hurt that unwanted Luna—the stray?" he roared. The hunters moved backward as Drake suddenly shifted into a wild werewolf. His eyes turned red. "Unwanted, Luna? Stray?" The hunter scoffed as his men laughed soundly. "She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you."

With Draven wasting no time in this beast, she cleared through the crowds of shooting humans who all missed his devilishly insane speed. His claws and canines raged through the crowd, with the smell of death surrounding the space and with no space for mercy. “So much for stealth,” Jorah mutters as his mate's smirk shuts as the trio rounds up. “Draven will take the north tunnel, and I will take the east, while you—” gunshots ring, cutting the healer off just as he leans over to duck the oncoming fire of the bullets. Just as he looks at his mate, “I guess you’re taking the west,” he says as Enzo nods.

She lost consciousness in an instant. Draven’s eyes darkened at this scene. The fox was already looking at him and he knew that he is its next target. Draven picked up Snow’s double-bladed dagger on the ground. When he saw the tail coming to him next, he jumped and stabbed it from under. He quickly ran to the fox’s back and stabbed its spinal cord. He didn’t pull out the dagger but drilled it even deeper. Loud growls echoed throughout the forest. Draven yelled, “Oliver, the head!”

And I didn’t know how much longer I could endure this hell. The door opened once more. Draven stood there, already hard again, his eyes glowing with dark hunger. “Ready for round three, my chubby treasure?” he asked with a cruel smile. I closed my eyes and cried. My nightmare was only just beginning.