Night Raid Novels & Stories

soon after nadir read the letter tons of vehicles swarm into the grounds, she sees collins highlight from a car alongside a lady, "where's everyone nadir, what happened?" collins asks while holding a tight grip on her, "everyone is tucked in safe inside the packhouse" nadir sees a disappointed and displeased look on collins's face, she doesn't get why he's getting worked up he should be happy that stacey is safe and so is his kids, on hearing that everyone had been guarded and is safe collins loses his balance,

They greeted me and asked for the orders. " We will go to City Nevermore. Remaining members of NOX are there. After finishing them, our mission will be successful," I informed. " Understood sir," all of them answered. Mostly it will be a war like scenario in Nevermore. Because in our raiding force, we have officers of NIDO who are vampires and half of the members are werewolves. Plan was made on how the attack mission would be carried out. I , Rubex, will be going first to clean up the area. Michael and NIDO officers can follow behind to arrest them.

His eyes were the most terrifying thing about him—dark, unblinking spheres that looked like polished obsidian. "Thank you, Beatrice," Tindo said. His voice was a rich, melodic baritone that felt like velvet draped over a razor blade. "But let us not mince words for the sake of 'diplomacy.' It was not an earthquake. It was not a shift in the tectonic plates. It was a raid." Beatrice leaned in, her earpiece buzzing. "A raid? By whom, Honorable Tindo? The military has denied any kinetic operations in the area."

Some people just carried safety in their bones, and Kat was one of them. I sat beside her, close enough to feel the warmth of them both. The room was quiet—low light, soft walls, the kind of silence that didn’t ask questions. Kat looked over at me, her voice barely above a whisper. “What happened out there?” I leaned back against the wall, eyes on the kid. “Raid hit hard. Boris didn’t see it coming. Flashbangs, bikes, chaos. We pulled out as fast as we could.” She nodded slowly, fingers brushing Koda’s hair. “He was with them?”

Maybe I could wake him up with a little surprise before— Before the raid. The raid that I didn’t know the start time of. I sat bolt-upright in bed, my heart suddenly racing. What the hell was I thinking? This wasn’t just a vacation; this was a rescue mission, and one with a fickle Russian on the team. Tom yawned and wrapped an arm around my waist. “What’s going on?” “The raid’s today.” I stared out the window. “When is it? And you never took me shooting like you promised. I’m not good enough yet.”

"What does that mean?" "It means," Kael said, rising, offering her a hand up from the cold ground, his grip steady even though nothing else about the night had been, "that they're close enough to us that they heard about tonight's raid before we'd even finished riding back. And that frightens me considerably more than an arrow in the dark ever could." Behind them, Nyra finally rose from the body, wiping her hands on her cloak with a grim, mechanical thoroughness, her voice rough when she spoke. "We need to get back. Now. Before whoever did this decides a dead tracker wasn't quite enough insurance."

“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

The runner’s gaze drops, and for the first time he looks… uncertain. Nate watches the shift like a man reading a lock. Then he says, gently, brutally: “You’re expendable. But the people you’ve been helping kill aren’t.” The runner’s throat works. Finally, he whispers, “Operation Nightfall.” The room tightens. Melody’s pen appears instantly. “Define.” “Dawn,” the runner says, voice rough. “Before the palace shifts wake guards. One last crash attempt. Through linens again. If that fails, through the King.”

* * * That morning, the raid came mean and early. Declan, up at dawn as always, sounded the alarm—two rocks through the north window, the code for “not a drill.” Mira and her girls dropped everything and scrambled for shoes, laughter sharper than any scream. Damon and Donovan shouldered into battered flak vests, pulling on boots with the speed of saints at the apocalypse.

Chris hugged her into his embrace as he coaxed her, gently patting her back. “You can put her down.” Neil smirked as he saw Emile had fallen asleep, amidst her sobs. “Report” Chris ordered soundlessly ignoring Neil. His wife was safest in his embrace. Night Song dutifully reported everything that transpired without leaving any details. “Boss, the villa was raided by two batch of people.” Night Wing spoke once Night Song finished reporting “Spector said that while the first batch seemed more like scouts, the second batch were highly trained ones, and they searched every nook and corner of the house and compound.”