Novel & Cerita Akame Ga Kill Night Raid

The dojo in question was just the tip of the iceberg, a hand that the Ryokanians extended into Arcadian soil; killing them would not solve the problem. Kaze’s goal was to use the Refined Blade Dojo to uproot every single Ryokanian force in Riverbank. “You have something else in mind?! Then what should I do next?” Collier nodded and asked. “I need you to do three things. First, take care of this mess, then keep an eye out on the Refined Blade Dojo. It would be great if you could dig up more news about Reiko Hara. “Lastly, I want you to also keep an eye on Aiden Krad, and update me on his schedule.”

The girls walked to each person and they picked the paper on the tray, when one of them walked over to me, I muttered prayers before I picked a neatly folded paper. After everyone had picked the papers, the girls went back and stood behind the beta. “Please you may all now open your papers,” the beta said. I calmly unfolded my paper, the name that stared back at me almost made tears slip right out of my eyes, I had gotten Alpha Raiden. “Who did you get?” Marian asked excitedly, She was busy unfolding hers. “I got Beta Noah,” she said, her voice lynched with sadness. “I got Alpha Raiden,” I said sadly.

We were fifty yards from the trees when the ground seemingly exhaled shadows. The raiders had been buried under the snow in white furs, waiting for us to be driven into their laps. They rose like ghosts, their black-clad forms a jarring contrast against the white. Thirty. The real killer this time. "Protect the Alpha!" one Beta Zack screamed, but a raider’s hooked blade silenced him, catching him in the thigh and dragging him down into the slush. I tried to save him.

Guess, the time has finally come for him to respond to Damien’s letters for he knew that if the deranged Nightwalkers were attacking them, then they must be attacking the Night Howlers. Making his decision, he jumped and impaled his claws on the neck of a walker, ripping the throat out and the body crashed on the ground. His eyes flashed red and his fangs elongated as he went on a killing rampage. However, the more a nightwalker fell at his feet, the bigger the whole in his heart for killing yet another of his kind. *** Kaiden paced around his room and when the door was pushed open, his black eyes went to it and seeing the white-haired witch, he roared, “where is he?”

Zayden’s jaw tightens harder with every sentence. Raiden though? He stays completely still. Honestly, somehow that was worse. Because he looked furious. Deadly furious. Koda shifts. “He’s dangerous when he gets quiet.” No kidding. I continue explaining anyway. The tournament setup. Darcy’s involvement. Maddox. The Rogue King. The planned attack during Traci’s first fight. Then finally… The vial Ralph slipped beneath the table tonight. “Where is it?” Raiden asks immediately while raising one brow.

A wave of Alpha Command—stronger, sharper—slammed through the corridor. The hands pinning me down vanished. I collapsed to the floor, gasping. The red veins snaking up my arms receded as fast as they'd come, retreating from something—someone—like prey fleeing a predator. Liam spun around. "Who—" The word died in his throat. A male wolf filled the doorway. Moonlight spilled past his broad shoulders, carving him out of shadow. Behind him, a dozen figures in black robes, each chest embroidered with the Werewolf Council insignia.

Whispers bloomed in the silence I left behind. Kaden’s tent loomed larger than the others, its banners stirring in the evening wind. Inside, he sat at the long table again, maps spread, candles burning steady. Gavin stood at his shoulder like a shadow, eyes bright with amusement. Theron lingered by the entrance, silent as stone. “Keira,” Kaden said without looking up. “Sit.” I sat. Nylo settled at my feet, tense. “You led the raid well,” Kaden continued. “Efficient, precise. Supplies arrived intact. Recruits returned blooded but breathing. That pleases me.”

The mark on my back burned like a star. I was the Nightfang reborn, the howls were louder now, they were almost here. I turned to Aelira. “Get the children underground. Protect the old ones.” She nodded and ran. Riven stepped beside me. “You’ve changed.” “So have you,” I said. Then we saw them.Wolves pouring down the ridge, eyes wild with red light. Rogues. Bound. Ferocious. And at the front—Kade. His cloak fluttered in the wind. His eyes met mine, calm, dark, hungry and He raised his hand.

“We leave at dawn.” The cold morning air slices through my armor, the leather pressing against my ribs as I crouch near the treeline, watching the darkened ridge beyond. Our small strike team is silent behind me; Axel, Kai, Lucien, Ezra, and Rhea flanking the rear, along with a dozen trusted wolves from both packs. I glance toward the shadowy hills. Nightowl territory. Last time I saw them, they used weapons to destroy our pack house. Now, I’m the weapon that’s going to break theirs.

The room seemed to tilt slightly as my fingers tightened around the paper. No. No, not him! That couldn’t be right. I read it again and again. But the words didn’t change. Riko Kenji Moretti The name echoed in my head. The one Maya had said. The one who killed Noah. The one Kai had faced on the field. His greatest enemy. And now I was assigned to him. A cold feeling settled deep in my stomach. This was deliberate. The alpha’s order. My throat went dry as my pack mates were still talking, still complaining, and comparing assignments. But I couldn’t hear them.