Nox Draven Novels & Stories

Draven spoke of her briefly telling me she was no longer a part of our world and hadn't been for nearly seven years. I don't dare ask any questions now. How do you explain to your employer you see souls and can see his deceased wife's soul hanging about among other things. Although I'm sure it wouldn't surprise the family a bit seeing as how the Draven's are a family of vampires, but I would still like to keep who I am, or what I am (whatever that may be) to myself.

Darkle laughed with some sarcasm, wondering if he was not afraid when seeing his whole herd had been killed a while ago, and these two were the ones who killed them and no one else. Why not be afraid?? Does he trust his strength to this degree or does he not care about his life? Do you think that Mars and Zayn can't kill him? " Come on, my girl, come forward." NBS laughed at Mars inside him when he saw his father's Mate standing confidently in front of him Yes his father's mate! Because he is not a legitimate son! He is the son of a witch whose father had an illegal relationship with her, so he took the power of witches and the power of werewolves, a hybrid yes.

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?”

“Do you think Donovan has a hand in this?” I heard Vadirr ask as I gently pushed open the door to the room Draven was in, with Duron behind me. The two men turned to face me, Draven’s eyes darkening as they met mine. He was seated with nothing but his trousers on. His chest was bare, and his left arm bandaged, but asides from that, there was nothing else to indicate that he’d just suffered a gun injury. In fact, he looked even more handsome with his hair falling over his face.

He's a professor at a well-known university. "Where's Draven?" Axel Zinnia asked as soon as he arrived. "We don't know, maybe he's dead or maybe he's flirting with flight attendants," Cadmus said, laughing, and lit a cigarette. "Don't compare me to you." We looked at Draven Levin when he arrived. It seems like he just came from a flight; he's still wearing his pilot uniform... It looks like he came straight here. He's one of those who can't be absent from every operation; aside from me, he's also the best shooter in Nexus.

By the time the final body hit the ground, the courtyard was a sea of red. I stood at the center of it, breathing hard, my claws still dripping. Her father had fallen back, horror etched across his features. His council sat paralyzed, soaked in the blood of their own men. And there, calm as a midnight breeze, Draven leaned against a pillar, sipping his smoothie like we were at a tavern. He glanced at their confused faces. “He’s a Lycan, remember?” he said casually. “You don’t summon war and expect a welcome.”

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

“I may not be much of a father, but it would still be a bit too much to kill my daughter’s mate, wouldn’t it?” Draven watched Noah quietly for a while before a tightness I hadn’t even known was there left his shoulders. “We can leave today, but I have to see the witch doctor first.” “I figured you might want a prediction from her, so I’ve already called her here.” Noah said, raising his left wrist. “She should be here right about now.” Draven snarled at him as a knock sounded on the door. “You would do well to remember whose territory this is, Noah. I don’t need you sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”