Nox Draven Novels & Stories

Sardonyx said her heart pounding vigorously. “You’ve heard of her Scott asked. “Mom told me about her when I was little. She was a vampire who stole a powerful medallion from a coven of Witches called the Cultch. “You look scared Don. What’s so special about the Clutch?” Sardonyx stood up fearful to tell her adoptive brother. “The Clutch was lead Nadia Pryde. My biological mom.” “Your real mom worked for mine?” As Scott turned away from Pastor Miles, the religious figures regain dominance over his own mind.

Volkan clenches Thora to his chest and Elora and Jason stand in his defence but all invain. "What a happy reunion. But I am afraid everything has a cost." Everyone stills,as they hear a voice coming towards them from a distance. The ground going dark, to be coloured in black. "A pledge is a pledge my Little Dove" And next they know, a dark pull drags Alexandria towards the darkness. Holding her in place. Paralysing her limbs. "No daughter!" Daniel screams along with everyone else. To only have a sharp pain to hit everyone's head. Making them fall down, holding their heads and screaming.

But not entirely human either. Nyxar goes eerily quiet. Too quiet. ‘Nyx?’ “It’s strange,” Nyxar hesitates. “It’s like I’m drawn to it…. But not fully there.” ‘So am I. But more like….. mild curiosity.’ Draven murmurs inwardly. Nyxar huffs. The wind shifts. And then, it hits. Draven freezes. His pulse spikes, heart beating once, twice and then—He moves forward. Every step is slow and deliberate like he's trying to let the night enjoy its slumber as he stalks about.

Kiran said and Malachi chuckled. We went down to the basement and the men made a circle around me. In a corner stood Marcus next to a table with his equipment already unpacked. A shiver went down my spine at the thought of shifting into a wolf in a few hours. “Levi Sinclair, step forth and be presented,” Richard said. I took a step forward and Kiran moved with me, taking a step forward out of the circle of men. “I, Kiran Sinclair, Alpha of the Southern Alaskan Pack present your future Alpha Zeta, Levi Sinclair, to receive his mark and emerge as a man.” There were nine loud claps in unison.

It throbbed in his chest with every beat of his heart. Nero knelt beside him, carefully cleaning the gash on Adrian’s arm with a damp cloth. “Hold still, Nero muttered, though his tone was softer than usual. You’ll bleed worse if I can’t stitch this properly.” Adrian barely moved, his voice muffled against his sleeve. “I don’t care.” “Sir i think you should. Nero pressed the cloth against the wound, forcing a grunt out of him. Stop talking like that.” Before Adrian could answer, the heavy door at the far end of the hall creaked open. Draven emerged from Celera’s chambers, his hair damp with sweat, his hands stained with crushed herbs and blood. His eyes scanned the hall until they found Adr

Genevieve blanched as well. "That's impossible. There's not a single warlock left. There hasn't been for centuries. Centuries? Not even for a millennia. How can a Draekien awaken without the blood magic of a warlock?" Morpheus mused. The Sybyl tilted her head again in that awkward manner. "There is one." "Then where is he? We kill him before the brethren are created as well." Zephyros snarled. "She is not in the Fae Lands."

Only Draven and I knew the truth. I stood near the back wall, my heart still racing from our quickie. My thighs ached pleasantly. Every time he touched me, I fell deeper. He saved me from hell two years ago. Took me in when no one else would. Made me feel wanted. Desired and loved, even if we had to hide it. The room suddenly quieted. Draven stepped onto the raised platform at the front, he was tall as hell at 6’5”, his muscles filling out his black shirt perfectly. That claw tattoo on his chest peeked out from the open collar.

"You've been poisoning yourself for years to survive. That's not weakness. That's desperation. There's a difference." "Feels the same from where I'm sitting." "It's not." He steps closer, and the air between us thickens. "May I?" I don't know what he's asking. I nod anyway. He kneels in front of me. Kael Draven, heir to a biotech empire, the Alpha who commands armies of men and controls an underground network of crime and commerce, kneels on the floor in front of my chair. His eyes are level with mine. His hands rest on his knees, not touching me, waiting.

My breath hitched as he held me close. “What’s your name?” one asked. The others surrounded me, identical and unnerving. “No one ever tells us apart,” one joked. I stayed silent, my mind reeling. How did they know what I was thinking? “I’m Dax,” said the one holding me. “That’s Ryker.” Ryker’s smile sent my heart skittering. “And over there is Luca,” Dax continued. “The big guy? That’s Damien, the eldest.” They were all smiling, but my confusion only deepened. “We’re the Lycan Kings of the Seventh Moon Pack,” Damien finally said. “And we can read thoughts.”

“You’re stuck in a cold marriage. You get nothing in the end. But I’m offering you a way out. I'm offering you Money, Protection and Freedom.” “I don’t need your money.” He leaned closer. “What about your family’s company? It’s struggling. I could help. I could save it. All I need… is your help.” Kate stared at him. “Why are you really doing this?” Donovan’s voice dropped. “Because William Dray humiliated me once. He Took a deal from right under me, And now, I’m going to take something from him.” “You want to hurt him,” she said. “I want balance. I want us to be even.”