Night Fury Flying Novels & Stories

The room morphed again. She was in a car. The music was blaring. She was singing along to something. She pulled off when the light turned green and her body jerked. Her head smashed into the window as her car hit a patch of ice and flipped. She was going to die here. Pain ripped through her as something pierced her side. She was hanging upside down as blood dripped onto the roof of the car. Her eyes closed.

Clearly, I am in a nightmare, and it is all because of that stinking movie. Shaking my head, I take a deep breath and decide that I am going to walk out of the bathroom and wake myself up before this dream has a bad ending and I end up dead. However, once I open the door, a sudden gust of wind hits me, and I fly backwards as the tornado rips through the apartment building, and everything is decimated in its path. A few days later, I wake up and feel so much better till I look around and realize that I am lying in the bathtub of the apartment and my foot has been severed.

The testing facility would be searched, the test subjects discovered, and Mercile Industries would be exposed for all the dirty secrets they hid from the world. She crouched over 416. His beautiful but angry dark gaze focused on her. Rage burned in his intense glare. She swallowed the bile that rose at what she had to do to him next. “I’m sorry. Really. I have to do this to you.” “I’ll kill you,” he rasped. One hand flopped on the floor next to her. “I swear this!” His throat worked. “I will kill you with my bare hands.”

But they were now standing on a jagged cliff edge, eighty floors above a dead city, with the floor beneath them groaning under the strain of the fire. The analog terminal in Zara's hand violently sparked with static. "King! Look out the glass!" Silas's gritty, desperate voice screamed through the speaker. Lucian turned his dark head toward the freezing wind. Rising silently from the pitch black abyss of the quarantined city was a massive, matte black Valerius stealth chopper. It had absolutely no running lights. It hovered violently in the turbulent, superheated air currents rising from the burning tower, its heavy rotors screaming in protest.

The plane stood tall on the runway, as the night stars shone clearly from a bright sky. The weather had calmed enough for them to risk the flight back, and begin finalizing the war plan once they landed. Vamps flew up the steps into the personnel carrier like wraiths in a horror movie, followed leisurely by the rogues looking forward to spilling blood.

These were biological siege weapons bred by the Fenrir Council—creatures of animated granite and ancient sorcery, weighing half a ton each, capable of flying at transonic speeds. "Starboard engine taking heat!" Marcus yelled, fighting the yoke as the plane banked hard to the left, narrowly avoiding a stream of acidic bile spewed by a gargoyle leader. "They're trying to melt the intake fans!" Jack stood in the cockpit doorway, scanning the swarm. There were at least fifty of them. A swarm of flying nightmares circling their prey.

But the next second, the flames shot straight up into the sky, and the dark red light lit up the night sky, and the whole forest was like hell. Then there was a violent explosion. A dark red bat, burning with dark red flames, flew towards the sky. Noah opened his wings and wrapped me up with him as the blast of energy came at us. When the surrounding area was calm again, Noah picked me up and turned around to fly towards the north. In order not to be discovered by Peter's people, we had to fly low and weave through the forest, Noah precisely avoiding every tree and moving forward quickly. Now he, like me once, had lost the closest family member.

They jump out of their vehicles, hooting and hollering, screaming at each other, crying and weeping, tearing at their clothes and hair. I don’t know what the Lunae made them see, but whatever it is, seems to be working. My warriors start shooting, the nymphs disappear and reappear next to the tanks, and the vampires fall from the sky, dropping flaming hell on the soldiers’ heads. A loud *boom* rocks the earth, and one of the trucks goes up in flames. Burning people come falling out of it. They fall on the wet ground, trying to put out the fire that’s consuming them, but the vampires and wolves are on top of the injured people before they even know what hit them.

I braced my feet inside the stirrups and wrapped both arms tightly around his waist. My body pressed against his armor. I could feel his heartbeat. It pounded just as fiercely as mine. “Hold on!” Zade shouted into the wind. Noctis released a deafening roar that drowned out even the war bells. The dragon coiled his powerful muscles. He launched himself from the earth. One colossal beat of his wings hurled us into the sky. The ground disappeared beneath us. We climbed through gathering storm clouds, flying north toward blood… Toward fire… Toward war.

The cracked glass windows exploded outward, the pressure differential sucking everything in the room toward the abyss. Dante grabbed me, his arms locking around my waist. "Zora, jump! DO IT NOW!" We plummeted into the night sky of Aethelgard. Below us, the Scrapper Slums were a sea of flickering neon. Above us, the Spires were white-gold needles of arrogance. I snapped my wings open, the silver-mercury screaming as it fought the terminal velocity. The weight of Dante and the drive in my hand felt like a mountain, but the "Lagos-grit" wouldn't let me fall.