Night Raid Novels & Stories

Scarlett waves him off. “What do you know,” I snap, practically throwing myself at the male. His eyes move to Rafe and he raises his eyebrow in question. I stick my hand right in his face and snap my fingers, demanding his attention. “They were seen about a three hour drive east of where the wedding was, well the raid,” Pax says. “East? Then they’re perhaps heading this way,” Rafe immediately says. “Just before the slaughter, before we started running, someone yelled that it was Nightwind raiding. They surely heard it,” I say, putting my hand to my mouth. It’s quiet only for a second as I get myself together.

"I've been thinking about the approach. Dawn raids are predictable. Rogues expect them." "What do you suggest?" "Night raid. Midnight. True darkness. Use that surprise." Lyanna pulled out different maps. "Rogues sleep in shifts. But midnight is the sleepiest shift. Guards are tired. Attention drifts." "Night fighting is risky. Our own warriors could get confused. Hit each other." "So we mark ourselves. White cloth on left arms. Anything without white cloth is enemy." Stefan considered it. "That could work. More dangerous for us but more surprising for them."

This will be our final battle, one last chance to fight of Natalie on her path to defeat the master. Aaron turns to see Nick racing towards us, in his hands he gripped the hilt of the sword tightly. Not far behind him was Ash, blood dribbled from what appeared to be a shallow cut from the top of his head. Ash is waving his hands around telling us to run, to move. He reaches for his last throwing knife but Nick has already reached us. Aaron takes the first hit with his shield that he had managed to bring with him during the whole escape.

He took a single step forward, the heavy soles of his boots sounding like a death knell in the quiet archive. "Let us call it what it actually was. The northern grid was completely blind for nearly forty minutes. Forty minutes where our thermal tracking, our silver-wire traps and our early warning sensors were utterly dead. If the Blackwood Legion hadn't been conducting a rogue hunting patrol along the upper ridges by sheer coincidence, those raiders wouldn't have just breached the perimeter. They would have been standing at our inner gates, slitting throats in the banquet hall." Saed’s jaw tightened, a microscopic twitch betraying his irritation. He quickly flashed a warm reassuring smile,

The thing about an ambush is that people expect it to be dramatic. Thunder. Shadows. A sudden glint of steel. Someone whispering, now, with the kind of intensity that suggests they have never once had to organize laundry for twenty-seven people. In reality, most ambushes are administrative failures with weapons. The raid came at 03:18. Maya knew it would. Not because she was psychic, which would have been useful and also deeply irritating, but because she had died once already and some men had very limited imaginations.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

“I just recieved intelligence from the CIA that Mustafa, the head of the terrorist network we have been tracking for some months now is meeting with an arms dealer tomorrow morning at the outskirts of Baga town. I am sending you two because of your records as the best snipers in this unit. You are to set up communication with me once you get to the rendezvous point. One of the locals will show you the way through the mountains, which is the only way to get through the enemy territory undetected. A lot is at stake with this mission, and I am counting on you both to execute it perfectly. You may now take your leave.” “Sir.” They both saluted before leaving the Colonel’s tent. ! !

Cormac shouted sharply, "All units, push forward with everything you have! Don't stop! Cut straight through the entire camp and fall back to Cliffside Gate!" Towering flames shot into the sky as massive explosions erupted everywhere, and screams echoed through the night. The Three Empires' Allied Forces had originally outnumbered Holtrien by an overwhelming margin, but the nighttime raid had come too suddenly. On top of that, the attackers were all elite fighters who focused solely on killing and sabotage. The sheer chaos and destruction terrified the Allied soldiers, many of whom had barely seen real combat in years. Their strength, which should have been at 70% due to the surprise attack,

Vex wasn’t there, but his top guys were. “Ready?” I asked Raine. She checked her rifle. “Born ready.” The wait stretched. My mind kept drifting back to the real order, but I pushed it away every time. Right now the only mission that mattered was the one beside me. Ronn’s signal came through the radio; two clicks. They were in position. “Go,” I whispered. We moved down the ridge careful and quiet. Raine limped but kept pace. The first shots from Ronn’s team cracked the night open. We hit the lead guard from above, dropping two of them before they knew what was coming.

--- Kira and ten Forgotten fighters smashed through the weak side barrier— motorcycles screaming, trucks ramming, guns firing. Chaos exploded. --- Bullets tore through the air. Men shouted. Tires screeched. --- Kael shifted—half-wolf—claws ripping free. He lunged, dropping the nearest guard hard. Liora hit the ground behind the car just like he told her. --- Kira’s voice cut through the noise. “Get the girl! Go!” --- Kael carved a path toward Vortigern. Claws slashed. Fangs snapped. Two guards fell bleeding.