Romans & histoires Flight Of The Night Fury

Helen whimpers in her sleep and shifts to get comfortable again. "baby, I tap her leg, lay on my lap",she moves and her head goes to my lap and she starts snoring. I chuckle loud and rub her side as I drive with one hand. We pull up to our territory and cross into it and flying behind us is rogues. Our men gather at the entrance ready to fight as rogues stand glaring at us. "so this is the great Fury pack?",these bitches don't know who they are fucking with. "you fucked up",Jonathan moved to the front.

No fear in his eyes or voice, Quintus ordered, “Fire!” The onagars let loose their flaming loads first. The rocks, drenched in burning pitch, released. Quite a few of these flaming loads crashed into the trees, but they illuminated the night all the same. A few of the onagar shots struck home. The fire spread rapidly as they hit running beasts, fire splashing all about.

The fighter banked hard, trying to retreat into the cloud cover. Suddenly, Nyx walked up beside my leg, peering out into the howling night. Her dark eyes locked onto the fleeing jet. She simply raised her tiny hand and snapped her fingers. Far off in the distance, the shadows inside the pilot's cockpit rebelled. The jet violently jerked downward, spiraling out of control before disappearing into the black storm below. "Good girl," Killian chuckled, resting his large hand on our daughter's shoulder as the sky fell silent once more.

We shook once and then I turned and walked away. I reached outside the border and Night Fury stepped out of the trees. One of his knees on the ground and his head bent. “My Alpha.” He said. Night fury came out of the fight at Dark’s territory with only an arm. His thirst for vengeance is worse than mine. His left eye was lost too. “You were right about Lilliana. She's been deceiving me all this while.” I growled. Night Fury said nothing. I looked down at him. “Rise. We would regain everything we've lost. But first, let's pay a visit to Dark.”

Chapter 205: The Blade Within Valero POV The Gulfstream sliced through the night sky at forty-one thousand feet. Cabin lights dimmed to red for night ops. Anya sat across from me, knees drawn up on the leather seat, staring at the dark oval of the window as if answers were written in the stars outside. She had barely spoken since takeoff. Just nodded when I briefed her on the infil plan one last time. Her silence felt heavier than it should. I kept replaying the encrypted message on my phone.

"But you’re alone. You can’t stop me from killing everyone here." He could easily finish off the rest before Frederick had a chance to act. "That’s not necessarily true," Frederick replied with a slight smile. He pulled a signal flare gun from his pocket, and fired it into the air. Bang! In an instant, the entire horizon shook violently. The sky was blanketed with a swarm of military aircraft, blocking out the sun. The Universe IV bombers and the Long Sparrow IV stealth fighters—some of Aston State's most advanced fighter jets—filled the sky.

Rook’s VTOL craft powered up, its engines igniting as Vanessa and Kyle loaded weapons, geared up, ready for war. Damien’s cold gaze locked on mine, his dark eyes steady but fierce. "This is it." He took my hand, steady but relentless. “We finish what she started... or we don’t come back.” The Final Flight Begins The VTOL lifted off, disappearing into the storm-choked horizon, racing toward Fortress Nox... And whatever waited beneath the abyss. Descent into darkness Freezing winds howled outside Rook’s VTOL craft, cutting through the storm-filled skies as we raced toward the most dangerous mission of our lives.

The Storming of the Alpine Fortress The snowstorm raging across the Alps that night was no ordinary natural phenomenon. Amidst the freezing vortex of wind, three stealth fighter jets tore through the clouds at supersonic speed, bearing no insignia. In the cockpit of the lead jet, Mavric Thorne sat calmly. His pale face was illuminated by the neon glow of the instrument panels. He wore no oxygen mask; his breathing was steady, as if he had already merged with the machine of death he piloted.

Alessia said. Rian whimpered. The WING lowered into a designated landing circle carved into obsidian. Blue luminous runes activated in concentric rings around the ship. Noctis sentries stepped out of the shadows—silent, masked, and armed with shadow-spear halberds. One moved forward. Lyra stepped beside Alessia. “Let me speak.” Alessia nodded and watched silently as Lyra exchanged layered coded phrases with the soldiers—too fluid and rapid for anyone outside Noctis to parse.

They all stood watching. “Here is to another day, Lucas. We will have this fight in due time. See you soon, my friend.” He blew the dust in the air. Lucas and the others were confused as the dust formed a huge frost that disrupted their vision for a few seconds that before they could recover, Flint had disappeared. Lucas was pissed. He returned to his human form and so did the rest. Then, they turned to face Lyono who bowed slightly at Lucas as he approached him. “Who are you and where are you from?”