Night Raid Novels & Stories

The rejected Luna. The outsider. Now… Maybe I was becoming something else. Before I could answer, Keiran lowered his forehead against mine. Just for a second. A small moment stolen from chaos. The kind of moment I was beginning to crave. Then Uriel’s voice echoed from downstairs. “Unless you’re both planning to make Gareth wait, we should move.” I groaned. Keiran laughed. And just like that, the moment ended. The raid began shortly after midnight. The city slept. The kingdom didn’t.

"Target two is their comms hub. Ezra jams it while we strike. Target three, an Elder safe house. Avery strips the leader live. Mira, Kael, you see the vision? Lower classes running the show." "Vision looks good," Mira said, voice gaining heat. "No more bowing. Kael, rally the others. Avery, we pact official. Overthrow starts at midnight. Your word holds?" "My word holds iron," I promised, meeting every eye. "Ezra, even with one eye you see the path. Ronan, secure the rear tunnels. Jax, scout ahead with their crew. Damien, plan the raid details out loud." "Details are tight," Damien said. "Midnight hit. Twenty of us with forty of yours, Mira. Avery draws fire topside. We flood from below. Kae

Then he sat down beside Ayah. "What is going on? Is this an alcohol?" My eyes widened up. "Yeah baby! If any of us don't follow the rules, then the drink is for us." "It gonna be a nasty one girl." Akila said. "Yes, and no backing out?" "No backing out. Here is the rules, there is a music, and here is a pillow," saleem explained. "We gonna throw the pillow while the music plays on, to whoever has the pillow as the music stops will be dare by anyone."

Backing the dining room and her dad and facing the hallway, she whispered 'Goodnight Dad' and then took two steps forward before adding 'The food was delicious' 'Mom must come back' she said and walked to her room, leaving Baron speechless One week passed before news came about the airplane that was hijacked. The one Juana's mother and her boss were in. Baron had been busy, like families of other victims anxiously attending meetings and waiting for news on the search. Juana had gotten very introverted and she listened to the radio and watched the TV often now, and most of all kept sending emails to mom without receiving any back. The news that came said the plane was attacked by some terrori

Then he turned towards me, his expression shifted when he saw me. “I… Aria said she was tired,” I said quietly. “So she went to rest. I thought maybe… I’d check on you.” He didn’t answer, just remained silent. Our eyes fixed on each other, gaze unwavering. Then, turned away again, letting the silence settle. I took a few steps toward him. One at a time. “This raid,” he said finally, his voice raw, like the words had clawed their way out, “it’s tonight. Midnight.”

another notification bloomed on the screen, this one a direct message. J: "I’m in the neighborhood. I saw your location ping. I’m driving a black sedan, plates ending in 442. I’m outside. Come down?" My heart did a jittery, nervous dance. It was impulsive—monumentally stupid, by any reasonable metric—but the sheer boldness of it was intoxicating. In a city where everything was a slow-burn of awkward small talk and ghosting, this felt like an action movie. It was a jolt of adrenaline that I desperately needed. I didn’t even bother to change. I just grabbed my jacket, checked my reflection in the hallway mirror—a pale, slightly disheveled figure—and locked the door.

I’ve known for a long time that Harltey was a cold hearted coward but to see him use someone as a human shield is next level cowardice. When the howl of attack sounds I see Naveah charging forward and I follow closely. Gunner is in charge and I can feel he prioritises Naveah’s safety. She jumps the first rogue, her jaws chomping down on his throat. I expect to hear his neck snap but he seems to be unaffected.

Reynard added. “Thank you. You guys are the best friends I could ask for,” Arion said, his voice filled with gratitude. They continued moving toward the upper floor, where they suspected Raul had hidden Emily. They encountered several locked doors, barred windows, and surveillance cameras they had to destroy. “Young Master, I see something up ahead. It looks like movement,” whispered Mr. Norris, who carried a sniper rifle, while his subordinates split into two groups—one securing the perimeter and the other joining the assault.

“I can coordinate with Agent Marks to start evacuating the town tonight. We can get most people out before the deadline, but we cannot get everyone. Some people will refuse to leave, some are too sick to move, some do not have cars. The only way to make sure no one gets hurt is to stop Nikolai before he can trigger the device.” We spend the next two hours planning the raid from the back of the van, huddled over the map while Agent Marks and her team coordinate with federal tactical units. We split into three teams. Mikhail will lead a small ground team up the main road at dawn, firing on the front gate to draw most of Nikolai’s men out into the open as a distraction. Viktor will pilot a heli

“Because numbers don’t always decide the outcome.” Ryan rolled his eyes. I studied Nate carefully. “Then what does?” Nate’s gaze locked onto mine. “Timing.” The word barely left his lips before a sharp whistle cut through the air. Then chaos exploded. Figures burst from the trees behind us. More of Nate’s rogues. Ryan spun instantly. “AMBUSH!” The clearing erupted into violence. Kieran barked orders as the guards engaged the attackers. Kaiden moved to cover my left flank. Ryan cracked a rogue across the jaw with brutal force.