Hot Nightwing Novels & Stories

As he was in the doorway with the knob in his hand, he turned his head. “I'll just say this once, Saga. Don't you dare help those two families any deeper. The girl you're looking for is Hugo Supernova's prey. She is a holy blooded wolvire.” Saga gasped, his eyes staring at his father without blinking. Mrs. Adrian stood up and said, “You don't need to worry anymore because INDICENT must have helped them. Just shut up and don't get into trouble. We don't want anything to happen to you, all right?”

The brothers veered off to the left, hugging the tree line, trying to sneak about the mass army of creatures to rejoin their own military. The rest exited the cavern and turned to their right to see Drust reclined back on a ruined old tree. In the sunlight, they could all perceive the points of nails protruding out through his wrists that were wrapped about gnarled branches . . . his feet nailed together on the roots . . . his apprentice nearby, eyes closed, facing the coming war. “What craziness is that?” Quintus eyed Porcius and August. “Forget these freaks. Let us follow the twins.”

Fahira protested, still attempting to free herself. Darian brushed Fahira's long hair aside and rested his chin on her shoulder. "Punishing you for your cheeky behavior," he whispered, then unlocked his own phone and placed Fahira's phone in her hand. Curiosity still lingering, Fahira watched as Darian's phone lit up, displaying a call from a contact named 'My heart.' Soon, Fahira's phone began to vibrate, and her heart sank as she saw the name 'Optimus Prime' appear on the screen. Her body froze instantly, and it felt like her heart had stopped beating. She had completely forgotten to change the name of the contact to the man currently embracing her.

He took one limping step backward. Then another. When he looked once more— She was already gone. He turned again and ran… The nearer he came, the thicker the smoke grew. By the time the pack walls rose before him, Nightwing looked like a place after plague. The buildings were burning down… bodies littered the road. Some in Nightwing colors, some in Death Valley. The anger surged through him now…. He entered like wrath. The first invader never saw him. Damien tore his throat open while running.

Her shift ended promptly at eleven o'clock; she was strictly permitted to work only four hours a night to balance her demanding training schedule. With the arrival of the graveyard shift bartender, Seven clocked out. She hurried to the employee locker room, shedding her damp uniform and pulling on a comfortable, oversized black hoodie and worn jeans. Instead of leaving through the glamorous front entrance, she opted for the rear exit—a heavy metal door that opened into a dark, labyrinthine alleyway behind the commercial strip. It was an operational habit she had formed over the years; she preferred the shadows over the bright, exposed lights of the main street.

He finished inside me and held me close after. But as we lay there another message came. “Sleep well tonight Maya. Tomorrow the game becomes real.” I looked at Liam. Tomorrow night at the warehouse everything would happen. Mr Havisham. The blackmailers. Chloe. My sister’s truth. Life or death. We had one night left.

Night Rider and Night Wing rushed to the core where the blue light was. Chris dispersed his seal once he saw that Night Wing was next to the older man. Night Wing struck the man without giving him a chance to say anything and swung his over his shoulder as he rushed back. Night Blade was already in position, ready to be pulled up as soon as the older man was buckled onto him. The trio had a tacit understanding and didn’t need instructions to be spelt out.

“Nah, man, I’m Night Wing. I guess that makes you Aquaman.” Micah shrugs, “Wait then, who is Priest?” I give them all a straight face. “I don’t know. How about The Flash?” Connor shakes his head. “Nah, he’s too broody, so he would be, The Green Arrow, and Corbin is the Flash.” Micah snickers. “So that’s settled, Gideon is Cyborg, and Dragon can be Hawk Man. But then again, maybe we’re more like Marvel characters since there are more of us.” He raises his hand playfully. “I vote to be Captain America.”

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.

But now people think Jake left me looking like that in the fight, which isn't entirely true and it’s fucking annoying. When I get home, I throw my backpack on the ground and turn to greet my brother and Angie, only to find a new person standing next to them. It's the same omega with mismatched eyes like Lion who asked for almost a whole cake earlier and ate it like she was starving. I considered for a moment from her ugly clothes that maybe she could be homeless, but she looked and smelled way too clean to be living on the street. “Yes, I remember you. My name is Midnight, I'm Lionel's daughter. Angie's niece.” she answers my greeting.