Night Raid Novels & Stories

she explained. "The pack is probably on the way. I was with Craig when I was woken. I managed to tell him that something was wrong and that Nick was coming for me. He knows what that means." I spoke up as we all walked into the room. Abby and Neil rushed to my side as Clay looked me over carefully to make sure I wasn't harmed. The others all looked relieved when they spotted us. "Good. I will send others with that information. We will try to take down the snipers on the roof so the pack can get in here to help." the guard said.

She pauses, I hear her take a deep breath, and I know whatever she says next, I’m not going to like it. “For just a second, I thought the galaxy stood a chance,” she says, and I hear her voice sink. “But I got word this morning, that four days ago, a young boy leveled four buildings when Dominion soldiers tried to take him and his family to the mines on Korpillion. The Neron blast killed three thousand people, and it was a complete accident.” No. No. My stomach sinks. My hands actually shake and moisture instantly pools in my eyes. “Another Nero child has been found, on Korpillion,” Arden says. “And he was immediately taken by Dominion to Cyrillius.”

But betrayal has a nasty way of tainting victory before it even starts, and sometimes where plans are made, there’s a possibility that there will be a black sheep. By dawn, as we marched out— hundreds of warriors in perfect formation, wolves baring their fangs, weapons shining with steel and silver— the unexpected happened. The forest path ahead shimmered with shadows, distant chants like people gathering and just then, they appeared. The Nightbounds. Not just a handful. Not a few assassins strolling around but an entire army. Waiting, ready, and fully armed to the teeth. And right at the center, looking like she was made of fury and disaster, stood Nyra. Ever since her father died, this was

Hae Mina wanted to go see, and since both she and her brother loved to watch a good fight, she hurried to the center of the fast-growing ring of people. Hae Jae-Woo squeezed, ducked, shoved and dodged the massive number of boys to get near the center of the semi-circle, but once there, he found another semi-circle created by the members of Nightide, who were blocking most of the view of the fight. Hae Jae-Woo squeezed through a few more people and came out on the side where the smallest member, the nerd, stood, blocking people.

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

“You… you just drafted an army of child soldiers. On camera. D.C. will—” “D.C. can try,” I say. The sky booms. Not thunder. Jets. Three of them. High. Circling. Moira looks up. Smiles. “Sundown.” Sundown. And D.C. didn’t wait. “Scatter!” Rowan yells. Too late. The first missile drops.

They were ghosts with bullets. Their targets were obvious…RAyNe, Nirvana, Darius Voltaire, and anyone who dared stand near them. RAyNe dragged Nirvana down behind a toppled table, one hand yanking his gun, the other shielding her. “You hurt?” She shook her head. “Not yet.” Their eyes locked, and for a second, there was no gunfire. Just heat. Then a scream…Sienna. Nirvana rose fast. “Get down!” RAyNe snapped, grabbing for her arm.

“They’ll expect that. It’s how they’ve always fought. Cunning and calculated.” “They’ve taken too much,” Rhea murmurs, fingers clenched around the silver feather pendant hanging from her neck. “Too many lives and in so little time.” Lucien nods, arms crossed over his chest, his aura sparking faintly. “We hit them now. On our terms. Catch them off guard.” Rowan leans over the map, tapping a small cluster of stones that represent the Nightowl outposts. “Here. The Northern ridge. Weakest point. We strike hard. We don’t stay long.”

We arrived at a quiet block in the slump of town. A few meters down the road was a cluster of pubs and clubs with blinding neon lights that lit up the night. The streetlamps were dim candle lights compared to them. It wasn't the best neighbourhood. The area had gone on TV several times, notorious for its crime rate. The jeeps lined up by the curb and everyone except the drivers got off the vehicles. "Let's start playing, boys!" Quentin howled as he led the small army with his shotgun in hand.

5: Six months earlier . . . Jim added kindling to the newspaper and reached for the logs he’d found round the side of the bungalow. It was his first night staying at the cemetery, and he wanted to take the late February chill off the place. Once he’d built the fire and put a match to it he took the letter from Fiona out of his backpack. He scanned the handwritten pages, working himself up to the task at hand, picking out the key phrases, the ones that enraged him the most: