Night Raid Novels & Stories

Invictus turned with them and helped close the distance, at the same time closing in with SkyWatcher. "Radiological alarm!" suddenly sounded in the CIC, "the raiders have launched five, say again, Five nuclear missiles at us commander!" "Fighters, Intercept and disperse, Flak barrier to full auto, pitch negative thirty and all ahead flank! Take her down! Now! Now! Now!" Immediately the few closest fighters scrambled to take out the big missiles headed towards their mothership. At the same time the Flak barrier of Invictus densed up immediately. Both fighters and Flak managed to take out four missiles before they could hit. But the fifth did slip through...

The amount of options offered is rather restricted. I blasted through the roof and soared to dizzying heights. I couldn't see much of what was happening on inside because it was so dark. I was able to see the road because of the small lights that appeared from beneath me, which I feel assisted me. Because the house was large enough, just a few individuals could comfortably fit inside. The assistant was only on three or four guards at a time when this happened. After waiting the required amount of time, I walked out as soon as the lights were turned out. "Sir, the light in ma'am Yhra's chamber has been switched off," says the doorman. We had no comment after delivering the dish. I came to a c

TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEW The city's skyline remained veiled in the hush of pre-dawn darkness as the final operation commenced. A dense fog pressed low to the ground, softening the sharp glint of streetlamps and casting the streets in a spectral luminescence. Silence reigned, but it was a fragile illusion. Beneath it surged a thousand synchronized heartbeats, each one tuned to urgency and resolve. Drones whispered overhead, their sensors sweeping for heat signatures. Clad in black, the operatives moved like shadows, slipping through alleyways with phantom precision. No sirens pierced the night. No warnings echoed through the air. Only silence, coiled, tense, and ready to snap.

Our enemy could strike anytime. Nonna and I had just finished parking the car for the night, looking forward to a peaceful evening at home. The sky was adorned with shimmering stars, casting a gentle glow upon the surroundings. As we stepped out of the vehicle, a sudden, ear-splitting bang echoed through the night, shattering the tranquility of the moment. Panic instantly gripped both me and Nonna, our hearts racing in unison.

The other part, the betrayed brother and heartbroken mate, wanted to scream. But duty, that damned, unshakable duty, took hold. I gave a sharp, curt nod. “Understood.” I turned to address the combined force of warriors with my voice hardening into that of a commander. “You heard him. We move now. Swift and silent. Our goal is capture, not kill. I want one of them breathing and able to talk. Let’s move out!” The raid was more of a capture of controlled violence and strategic motion. We descended on the small Eastern camp like shadows, our attack rehearsed and brutal. The element of surprise was absolute. They were scouts, not a war party, and they were quickly overwhelmed.

There were tactical notations in the margins, marking the extraction points and frequency dampening zones. Phase 1: Neutralize the Resonance. Phase 2: Eliminate the Guardians. Phase 3: Secure the Asset. Her finger traced the red circle over her father’s house. Beside it was a timestamp: Five years ago. The night of the village raid hadn't been a random act of the Veil and LNI. It hadn't been a tragedy of fate. It was a coordinated strike. "You shouldn't be in here." Ayla spun around. Silas was standing in the doorway, his silhouette blocking the light. He looked exhausted, his white shirt wrinkled, his eyes no longer orange but a dark, troubled amber.

The air grew thick, as though the world itself held its breath. Lucien surged upward, closing the distance with unnatural speed. Then— A scream tore through the night. Nyra. Lyra’s head snapped around. Across the rocks—where the rest of their warriors had been stationed—an explosion of fire erupted. Wolves screamed. Elias shouted. Dozens of shadows leapt from the canyon below, bypassing the cliffs entirely. “They’re flanking!” Killian roared. “They’ve breached the perimeter!” “Keep him back!” Seren shouted, still focused on

Chapter 6: Real Deployment Tension Private Ryan’s heart hammered against his ribs as the platoon moved silently through the pitch-black forest on a real night raid mission, the weight of his rifle and combat load grounding him while every nerve in his body stayed lit up from the danger and from Sergeant Kane’s presence just meters ahead. This wasn’t another training exercise. Intel said the target compound held actual hostile elements. Live rounds. Real consequences. Sweat ran down Ryan’s back under his armor despite the cool night air. His hole still carried the faint ache from Kane’s claiming the night before, a private secret that made his cock twitch even

They’re the reason your family is dead. Everything inside me stops. The air. The sound. My heartbeat. What… did you say? His voice is steady. Careful. The raid wasn’t random, Nyra. My hands curl into fists. Stop. They were targeted. Stop. They were eliminated. STOP. My voice cracks. Loud. Sharp. Silence crashes down around us. I’m breathing too fast. Thinking too much. Feeling too much. No. No, that’s not.

She stood there. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and She constantly kept on wiping the sweat off of her forehead. She took a shaky step forward. Her hands moved forward to cut the vein but froze. A loud cry echoed through. She looked up to see the same man. The same man she killed. “Ayra,” someone shook her violently. She turned to her right to see a nurse standing next to her, surprised. Snapping out of her daze, she looked around. Everyone was giving her curious looks.