Fnaf Night Guard Novels & Stories

Gianni replies, and I just sit on the end of the bed with my elbows braced on my knees. All of us are dressed in black combats, vest tops, black boots and utility belts. The same as his guards. We also have black berets to wear with masks and goggles. I reach behind me for my gun and do my checks. This is war and the only ones that will leave alive are us and my family. The rest will die. “How long until the next shift?” I ask from the bed whilst I check the rest of my guns and ammunition. “Two hours. I have access codes but we need the access passkey. Take down the guards silently and take an access passkey. The ones we need to take down are here.” he points to the trees that surround the c

nelson the leader of the guard says, "There are guards everywhere in the pack they are probably on duty by now you can go on and rest nelson" "I can't I took an oath to protect the Luna and alpha till the day I draw my last breath" Nadir knowing nelson to be the stiff one nods, she gets to her door and motions for him to walk away he bows slightly smiling and waving her goodnight, Nadir stoma into the room hoping to find but gets disappointed not meeting him in, She walks over to her closet sketching a plan in her head, she pulls out her lingerie purple in color, taking off her bodycon gown and knee boots she walks into the bathroom to have a quick shower,

"That was a dream, now you're in my bedroom." "You're still just dreaming, Lucy," he said. "There's nothing to worry about." He willed her to be calm as he pulled the sheets off her. She was wearing a white, cotton nightgown that went all the way to her ankles. "You just get out of bed here and slip out of that nightgown. Then we'll see if I can't make you cum as hard as you did last night."

The sanctuary was quiet in the late afternoon, the kind of peaceful stillness that felt almost unnatural after years of constant war. Most of the guards had settled into the outer buildings, keeping watch in shifts but staying out of the main house like Ronan had ordered. One of the younger werewolves, a seventeen-year-old boy named Finn, had taken the first watch near the edge of the woods. He sat on a fallen log at the tree line, back against a thick oak, trying to look more experienced than he felt.

Gina muttered, her eyes darting toward the window. Through the neon-green smoke, she could see the lower valley. The Nightfang vanguard was being systematically surrounded by a secondary force of hunters—men dressed in heavy, silver-plated armor who had been hidden within the lower volcanic tunnels, waiting for the main vanguard to commit to the gates. It hadn't been a defense; it had been an encirclement.

"Ciara, ignore her. Give me your hand." "Tell her, Hayes," Nilah's voice purred from behind his back, loud and perfectly clear in the quiet room. "Tell her how you ordered that exact same Riverstone runic band for me during our first anniversary campaign. Except mine was solid, heavy gold. You told me the silver was only for the auxiliary guards who didn't have the wolf strength to carry the weight. Are you giving your new human Luna the guard's leftovers, sweetie?" The words hit my chest like a physical blow.

“Tall. Short black hair has a scar across his left cheek. Always calm, even when he’s giving orders to hurt someone and never raises his voice. That’s worse somehow.” Kai leaned forward. “Guard rotations. How many are on the perimeter at night?” “Eight on the outer ring during dark hours, two on the supply stacks and two near the cage unless something pulls them away—like tonight, the rest rotate between the command tent and the sleeping lines.” Liv spoke up. “Weak points?”

“You want me to stay?” I nodded quickly. “Please.” “Cool. I’ll guard the fort. Go do your thing.” My hands shook as I walked behind the curtain into my little space. The room smelled faintly of lavender from the cheap air freshener I’d bought, but right now it felt suffocating. I tore open the box, read the instructions twice—okay, maybe five times—then did what I had to do. Now, I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the little stick on the nightstand like it was a ticking bomb.

I hissed, stabbing one finger into his chest and wishing I’d used my claws instead when his jaw tightened and he glanced away. “Asshole.” He muttered when I turned away, and I almost rolled my eyes at his pettiness. When the fuck had my band of warriors all turned to sassy little chickens? “Trust me, Ronan. You don't know how far I’d go to protect my pack.” I deadpanned, voice devoid of emotion before letting the wind wrap around my body as I stepped out into the night. “You there.” My crass tone made the guards milling around the base of the front watch towers straighten.

Zayn walked past him without a word, Day and Tarek flanking him as they entered the building. Inside, the lights were low. A soft jazz tune played from hidden speakers. The club smelled of expensive whiskey and old cigars. There was a private lounge at the far end of the room, where two guards stood. “Only him,” one of them said, nodding toward Zayn. Zayn raised a brow and glared at him coldly. “Mr. Blue’s request,” the guard replied, a little bit intimidated by Zayn's stare.“he ordered no weapons not guard."