Soren X Corvus Novels & Stories

This had been dismissed as a mere rumor but I had a source who proved otherwise. Soren Drakemere, the second son of the formidable Drakemere lineage, carried himself with an air of quiet solemnity that set him apart from his peers. Born into a family renowned for their strategic cunning and unshakable loyalty to the Blackthorn Pack, Soren bore the weight of an unusual legacy. His father, Alaric Drakemere, was a figure of legend—both revered and feared—while his older brother, Caelian, was the golden heir, the warrior who could command a room with a single glance. Soren, on the other hand, was an enigma, a man whose presence was felt rather than heard.

“I didn’t fire anything. My controls malfunctioned.” Chance lifted a brow. “Lie.” The chair pulsed once, glowing red. Soren gasped as pain lanced through his nerves. Verek folded his arms. “You nearly killed Avi Sunner. Twice. The Wing Corp doesn’t tolerate cowards or traitors. Let’s try again.” Another silence. Chance lifted his hand, and the room dimmed. “Soren,” Verek warned, “you’re already dead if you don’t give us a name.” That made the man flinch. Still, he clenched his jaw. “She shouldn’t even be here!” Soren snapped suddenly, voice cracking. “She’s a duchess. A princess. A magic-user. She doesn't belong with us.”

“He doesn’t sleep right. He carries wolfsbane in his bag. He barely talks. And in combat class today… he bled. Bad. And didn’t heal.” Soren’s expression didn’t change, but his silence deepened. That meant something. With him, stillness was dangerous. “I don’t think he’s an alpha,” I added. “I’m not even sure he’s a wolf.” Soren stood slowly, walked to the window that overlooked the southern grounds, hands behind his back. “And what do you feel about him?” “What does that have to do with anything?” I snapped. He turned halfway, one eye catching the light. “Humor me.”

Two sentries step forward immediately—tall, broad-shouldered men in dark leathers, their hands resting near the hilts of the short blades strapped to their hips. One of them squints at us. "You're not expected," he says bluntly. "We don't need an invitation," Korra replies evenly. He scowls. "State your names." I step forward slightly, planting my boots in the dirt. "Alpha Korra Xarano of the Xarano pack, Alpha Octavius Reid and Luna Kaida Xarano of the Raven Moon.” Korra states boldly, staring the men dead in the eye. At the mention of our names, the sentries stiffen. Exchange a glance.

Soren and Max , Max and Soren. I hoped it would be Soren who answered. Soren seemed nice, kind, and cool. Soren was hot, and funny. I could fall for Soren. He had full-sleeve tattoos and his clothes were nerdy-chic. He had messy brown hair and dark eyes, and a full-on hipster beard. He was a designer, too. What’s not to love?

The shadow collar on my neck tightened, a cold, possessive tether that dragged my soul toward the furnace of his energy. ​I stepped into the corridor. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and salt. With a flick of my wrist, the violet Scythe materialized. It didn't just appear; it tore through the air, humming like a live wire connected to a heart that had finally started beating again. ​I didn't feel fear. I felt a dark, intoxicating hunger.

“Adler, tell me, how many kills do you have up to now?” ‘Sixty-six but it’s about to be sixty-seven if you don’t get the fuck out of my face,’ answered Ares inside my head. Clearly, he wasn’t named after the God of War for nothing. Funny how on the contrary, my parents had named me after the God of Love, Eros. Perhaps that was the reason why instead of going for a provocative answer such as one that my dear wolf had provided, I shrugged nonchalantly. “I’ve done fifty-nine kills,” announced Soren accompanied with a satisfactory smile. “Just for your information.” He shoved his hands into the pocket of his brown trousers and shrugged his broad shoulders.

She helps me get dressed in my school uniform as my maids put breakfast on the table and start cleaning the room After I'm dressed, I sit down to eat my breakfast, which is Pancakes with some eggs, a bowl of fruit, and a cup of coffee. After breakfast, I leave my room in the school dorms and start walking to my first class, history, as everyone I walk past bows to me. As I reach my first class, I see Soren, the son of Zeus and my cousin, and I wish I could marry him instead of my fiancé, Imperial Crown Prince Storm, a descendant of Zeus Soren has light tan skin, white curly hair, and light blue eyes. He has a powerful, muscular body. He can use lightning magic.

“She can’t find you without the band. It’s quiet now, anyway. Neither Duke nor I have been called in for jobs in months.” I glance at the man who hasn’t spoken yet. He has short-cropped blond hair, but his back is to me, so I can’t get a look at his face. “That’s going to change with the coronation coming up, and you know it,” Soren replies dryly. He sighs, closing his eyes for a moment, continuing, “The Viper needs me and can’t kill me because of that. I can take a beating from her guys. What I want to avoid is the Hounds.”