Night Fury Flying Novels & Stories

She blinked rapidly to see clearly but the more she blinked, the more blackness clouded her vision. She stumbled back with the needle still in her hand. Her legs finally gave up on her and she tried holding on to something. She landed up knocking down all the sterile surgical instruments before she hit the ground herself. She saw a few people rush to her. She saw their mouths move but she couldn’t hear anything. Dimitri rushed to her and crouched down and patted her cheeks. She saw him yell something loudly in panic but couldn’t make it out. She closes her eyes and lets the darkness consume all of her.

I barely hear Nix’s muffled screams. “Willow, please go with Mona! Brax, we have to get out of here! The whole motherfucking place is coming down!” The ground beneath my feet starts to shake as sections of the ceiling begin to crash down around us. That snaps me out of my anger induced trance. We are standing in the middle of an inferno and the entire roof is about to crash down. I see Willow still trying to get to me. I let go of Drake and with one more powerful push of my blue flame I push him backward. I have to get Willow out of here. I leap and Nix uses a force I didn’t know he had to toss Willow onto my back. Part of the ceiling falls down right where I was just standing. I didn’t have

Since the Vampires had taken over, there weren’t as many people around to screw up the natural beauty, and that seemed evident from up here. A silence settled over them as Ryker put the plane on autopilot and made it obvious that he wasn’t actually doing anything to fly the plane. Jo tried not to let the panic building inside of her bubble to the service. It was important to keep a cool head in times like this, after all. Besides, if he hadn’t killed them yet, chances were they’d be fine until they had to land to refuel. She wondered when that might be but didn’t ask him. In her experience, the hardest parts of flying were landing and taking off, assuming they were flying high enough to avoi

Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted across this dark, lifeless plain. In a different plane lied a primordial creature of the night finding solace in the eternal night that plagued his castle, the whistle and Chimes of fate had stirred his old blood awake. He knew that times were finally changing, and it seemed he had to get back to the game. "I wonder how Netherndel is faring, it's time I get back" his deep red eyes shone with a dangerous glint as he looked across the darkness, his eyes seemed to bypass the veil between planes for his gaze had a godly presence that came with it.

I just hoped that one day I would be worthy of this strong women next to me. That was the last straw for Nick and he flew towards her. Before any of us could react, Kitty shot a spell that made him fall back. It only stopped him for a second though. He jumped back to his feet as Abby, Clay and Neil all jumped at him. I watched carefully as Nick fought all three of them at once. I wanted to jump in to help but I was afraid that I would get in the way of one of my pack members. He sucker punched Neil and Neil fell down. Clay took the opening to punch Nick in the face but it was like Nick didn't even feel it. He didn't react except to punch Clay in the temple and knock him out. Abby tried then

The bodies slump lifelessly as flames begin to devour their skin. Nikolai watches their life burn, and feels a part of him burning with them. Ren stands next to him and watches him burn. This was his life, and he was good at it. "Let's go." Flying down the stairs, amber flames lick behind their feet, growing ferocious and deadly. They re-join the group at the ground floor, scouts arranged in front and behind of Alexander and Amir, keeping their guns raised and eyes focused. They reach the exit and all move to spill out into the night, freezing abruptly when blue lights and piercing sirens light up the night like an arcade.

The march toward the Standing Stones was not a journey; it was a slow-motion collision. Three hundred of the Nightfang’s finest warriors moved through the Whispering Canyon, their paws muffled by the thick carpet of autumn needles. Above them, the sky was a bruised violet, heavy with the promise of a storm that had been brewing since the moment Aeron drew his first breath.

Night fell as a crimson haze over the battered Silver Fang Citadel, the air thick with the stench of blood and smoke. Nyra lay upon the makeshift bed in the war infirmary, her body slick with sweat and stained with dried blood from the ritual bindings that had left her marked by three ancient powers. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, each one a battle against the pressure building in her abdomen.

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.

From his _ears_. “Too… big,” he gasped. “He’s too… _heavy_.” Lyra was out of the van before I could stop her. She ran to Nero. And _burned_. Not fire. _Heat_. She pressed her hands to his face. Ice melted. Blood steamed. “He’s coming,” Nero whispered. “One. He’s _coming_.” --- *30 Seconds Later* The sky _bent_. Not cloud. Not light. _Space_. A man dropped from it.