Nox Draven Novels & Stories

As Draven lay gasping for breath, the weight of his defeat settled upon him like a heavy cloak. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause as Dexter stood victorious. With Draven's defeat, Dexter had proven himself worthy of the throne, and earned the title of Vladimir Bloodfang. While Dexter basked in the applause, oblivious to the imminent peril, Draven seized the opportunity and swiftly charged towards him. In a lightning-fast motion, Draven thrust the Sanguinite stake into Dexter's chest!

I push the heavy wood open and step inside the dark room, right as Draven walks straight out of the washing chamber. He just washed his body; his thick dark hair is still wet, dripping water onto his neck, and he is wearing loose, casual black lounge pants that show off his massive alpha shoulders and his tight, muscled waist. His device is clamped tight in his big palm, his thumb moving fast in a private chat line.

He was something else entirely. “I don’t care how long you’ve been lurking in the shadows,” Draven growled, stepping forward, the jagged key in his hand flaring with dark energy. His body, though weakened from the blast, still carried the force of his ambition. “You’re standing in the way of destiny.”

“I couldn’t stand by and see innocent wolf lives sacrificed on a lie. Draven is tainting their minds, making everyone believe that this pack you’re at is evil. His account of events is obviously a lie to me, but with Elliot backing it, the Eclipse Moon Pack is buying every word.” “Is Draven a sorcerer?” Dane asked, knowing full well it is probably the Draven we’re searching for. The thought of him joining forces with Elliot and his pack only made things worse, yet also gave us the opportunity we’ve been looking for. Although, I am not sure we are ready to fight him. “He is. How’d you know?” “He killed my father and mother.”

There is no risk of a single one escaping and exposing his violent secret. Draven is so focused on carrying out his vengeance against wolves that have never done anything to him, and the atrocities they have committed, he doesn’t care to know and will never bother to find out. The rogues are far from innocent, but no one deserves to die in such a brutal way, he doesn't notice the danger lurking in the trees above.

And again, they will fail, because my mates and I will see to it! “I really don't like this place.” “We don't either, and that's why it was never absorbed into our territory,” Cassius says. I feel so much despair and desperation. These people deserve a better existence than this. Did depression and the yearning for a better life drive Draven to steal a dragon? Even so, what he did was wrong, and he and those who aided him need to be punished. Draven’s POV

Draven’s lip curled at that last part. Marla quiet was snake-still. Waiting-still. Not remorse. Plotting. “Good,” Draven said. Greta snorted under her breath. “You’re cruel.” Draven didn’t answer her. His gaze stayed on nothing. “How long without water before they start organ failure?”

“Now she’s in the next wing and I can’t even speak to her. Chief Warrior. That means she was the red wolf on the news back then.” A slow sound left him as he paced. “Shit. You broke the lamp. That was new.” “Fuck the lamp. I’m losing my mind.” “You think she isn’t?” he shot back. “You’re mates. Trapped in the same place. No release. You’re not the only one barely holding it together.” A strange laugh escaped me. “Wait. She might be stronger than Ash. Maybe stronger than me.” “Yes. Now focus,” Draven said. “You freeze every night from twelve to three. The world is tipping. This could be destiny. Selene isn’t the problem. It will work.”

Every predator in expensive clothing gathered under one roof pretending to be civilized. I grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing tray and forced myself to breathe. I would rather just get drunk tonight and be over with this whole display of power. Cassian was becoming unpredictable, and this new problem called Lucien was becoming a pain in the ass, and I was losing control of a game I couldn't afford to lose. The realization sat heavily in my chest as I scanned the crowd. I needed a new strategy, a better plan, something…Anything, because if tonight had proven one thing, it was that both Draven men were far more dangerous than I originally thought.

dog. Night fell completely. The signal in the mountains was weak, cutting on and off. I pulled out my backup phone and slipped in an anonymous SIM card. As soon as the internet connected, my WhatsApp exploded. In the company group chat, Melissa had posted a long message, accusing me of cruelty. The message read, "Everyone, please judge for yourselves. I only wanted to borrow her drone to find Max, but she kicked it straight into the lake. Max is still lost in the forest, probably dead, and she just walked away. How can someone be so cold and vicious?"