Night Raid Novels & Stories

RAINA’S POV The evening sky burned orange over the wrecking town. The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder and fresh blood, as boots thundered and orders barked. “The operation is on,” I mumbled. Crack-crack-crack. Pistols echoed down the asphalt driveway that split the grassy yard. Rounds pierced their targets while stray shots shattered the glass windows of the tall, vacant buildings nearby, ripping into whatever else stood in the way. My heart hammered as we crouched behind a toppled bronze statue, scouting the massive Archive compound for a way through the spreading brawl.

Julian shook his head before walking over to his father and putting him to sleep with the palm of his hand on the back of his neck. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they noticed that the man had fallen asleep on the bed, and they moved out of that room. "Let's go to the front door and go out. My mother is already asleep. She won't notice us, but move slowly, maybe our bodyguard will notice." He opened the door to his room, but before that he arranged the books shelves. "What about your brother?" Nash asked him. Julain just shook his head. They act like ninjas as soon as they get down the stairs, not thinking about the weight of what they're carrying.

Power, once unleashed, had a way of mutating — twisting into something she no longer controlled. “Where?” she asked, her voice calm, too calm. “Eastern ridge. Half a day’s run.” Roman stepped forward. “I’ll take a team—” “No,” Nora interrupted, eyes hard as flint. “I’ll go myself.” Roman frowned. “Nora, this isn’t—” “Not up for debate,” she cut in. “They’re using my name. I’ll be the one to end it.” By midday, they were riding east — Nora, Roman, Janie, and three scouts. The terrain was rough, the hills still scarred from the last battle. Dust clung to their boots, stung their eyes, filled their lungs.

He tossed me the middle finger, “go to hell, for real. I don’t mind becoming your child’s father. It is the least I can do for an ungrateful person like you.” “And what would I ever be grateful for regarding you?” “My existence, motherfucker.” He sneered. I laughed lightly, shaking my head. Aiden made his way towards us. “Good evening, boss.” Evening Aiden. What’s going on?” I asked, refilling my glass. “We have news of a raid going on downtown. Should we strike? Seems they are from the opposing team.” He replied. “What do you think we should do?” I threw the question at both men.

“And you know it.” I did. That was the problem. Nevio stopped pacing. “We don’t have time to debate morality.” “No,” Aurora said. “We don’t.” She turned fully toward us, shoulders squared, chin lifted in that way she did when she’d already made a decision none of us could undo. “When do we hit it?” “Midnight,” I said immediately. “Cargo movement window. Less civilian traffic. More noise cover.” Nevio nodded once. “Matches Silas’s timeline.”

~Eira We planned by moonlight. The Cast-Outs had set up a makeshift war room in one of their underground chambers, the walls lit with fire runes and flickering crystal lamps. Maps were strewn across the stone table, drawn hastily from memory and patched together with scraps from stolen patrol blueprints. Nyra stood across from me, dressed in dark armor that reflected none of the flame around us. Her eyes, once guarded, now glowed with something close to respect. “We strike at night,” she said. “They won’t expect it. Not with Moon Shadow fallen and their prisoners secured.”

The red motorcycle shot across the flat asphalt like a bullet, racing straight across the open tarmac toward the speeding silver jet! The wind roared in Noah’s ears as he leaned low over the gas tank, watching the silver plane's nose wheel lift two inches off the ground! Noah pulled the dark silver rifle from his back with his right hand, aiming straight for the jet's left engine intake as he raced parallel to the roaring wing! Suddenly, the small cabin door at the top of the jet's landing stairs swung open! Director Helen Ward stepped out onto the narrow metal platform, holding a dark steel case in her left hand and a heavy automatic weapon in her right!

--- The night raid began at midnight. We moved through the forest like shadows, our steps silent, our senses sharp. Altan led the way, his massive form blocking the wind, his eyes fixed on the path ahead. Ayşe walked beside me, her blade drawn, her breath steady. And Stellan walked at my side, his hand in mine, the bond pulsing between us like a second heartbeat.

Daughter of a count hunting a skriller of another race. You can call it fate or bad luck, or anything really. All erica knew was one moment she is sneaking out of netherndel to the human world to club. And the next a skriller is in front of her munching on its recent kill, from there the fight issued. Leading us to our innocent alex who's house was painfully close to the battlefield of two high tier creatures, Unfortunately getting so much badluck that a piece of glass from his window found its way right to our golden boy's throat. Talk about 1000 ways to die.

A siren wailed low—cut short by an impact. Fernmere’s northern barracks exploded in flame. Cael bolted to his feet, Lira already running toward their son’s room. From the cliff above, the silhouette of Aiden’s vanguard appeared—dark, fast, and merciless. The wrath had begun. --- Scene: Fernmere – Cael’s Stand Screams tore through the night. The barracks were gone—just flame and twisted beams. Cael slammed open the door to his son’s room. Lira was already there, wrapping the boy in a blanket, her eyes wild.