Night Raid Novels & Stories

“Look, I don't know what happened, but he's not who you think he is, or did you forget everything that he did?” Aiden paused for a second to glare at the one who had said that. “He probably had a reason to do what he did.” He turned back and started calling my name again, probably expecting me to come to him. I didn't want to, though, because if it was him, I didn't deserve to see him. However, before I could turn and run away, a pair of Nightmare Eyes flew into sight. Not seeing me, of course their eye landed on the four trespassers. For a second they did nothing, and I held my breath hoping they would continue to do nothing.

--- Four hours later, the jet descended smoothly onto the private runway of Ravenport—a country where power sat behind velvet curtains and billion-dollar deals were made over single glasses of scotch. The black convoy waited for us on the tarmac like a scene out of a movie. Four SUVs, engines purring, men in dark suits positioned with precision. As soon as we stepped out, the humid air hit, carrying the faint scent of salt and something expensive—probably imported flowers from the gardens surrounding the airport. “Welcome to Ravenport, sir,” Daniel said, appearing by my side as he handed me my phone. “The car is ready.” “Good,” I replied, sliding the device into my pocket. “What about Knight

“Hardly rogues, but who can say with stupid barbarians? Let us hope their brethren fall as easily when the time comes to meet them on the battlefield.” The dead were arranged, taken note of and hastily prepared for a mass pyre. This practice ate up much time in the light of the moon. The night deepened. As they approached the valley, the scouts spoke of in their reports. Ralta joined Malitus in the front of the Legion. The soldiers had stopped and in the distance, beyond the great valley, something moved in the night. Malitus wondered, “Ralta, pray tell, is all that beyond the valley? It looks like a vast caterpillar rolling away.”

It took a lot for me not to slap his hand away. Sensing my hesitation, he continued. “Nathan Night is not who you think he is. He's a liar and murderer. He slaughtered innocent children. Do you really want to get protection from someone like that? My heart started to beat faster. “What are you talking about?” “Come with me and all your questions will be answered.

No one was willing to share a bed with the fragile human either, and he’d reluctantly decided he’d be just fine on Jo’s sofa. Not all of the teams had made it back by the time they’d pulled in and decided to call it a night. Jo had been in contact with the others over the IAC, and they’d determined the best plan of action would be to go scout out the nearest X the next day with plans to move in tomorrow night, assuming Cass and Brandon’s team had made it back in by then. The others were already with them in one capacity or another, though not everyone who’d participated in the first raid had chosen the same hotel. Some of them thought it better to camp out in the woods near the mark and star

Inside the leader’s pocket, Rina’s watch ticks to exactly 4: 25. The gangster crouched over Rina, Number Two, has more presence of mind and the sight of the oncoming rescuers impels him to action. In desperation and against all logic, he reaches for the folded knife jutting out of his catatonic boss’s back pocket. Influencing the story from high above, the rest of the Ravens have finished their circle. They dive towards Rina in the aggressive shape of a kamikaze fighter plane.

Panicking, she gets ready to kick whoever has kidnapped them. There is a loud thud outside and the trunk opens. What Emily sees makes her cry and then she feels pain surge through her head. Too late does she realize that a bullet just buzzed through her cheek and out the other side. Then everything goes black. Jenna wakes up when she hears a loud bang. She looks over and sees blood all over a gaping wound in Emily's face. "She's not breathing." a man from behind her says to someone else. Then he steps out of the shadows, and she wants to die herself. Matter of fact, she is sure she will be next.

A few days later, news hit the pack. That night, on the top floor of Thorn Tavern, something brutal happened. Elena Vance had been torn apart by Liam— shredded, nothing left to bury. The Chief Elder fought, tried to save himself. Didn't matter. Liam ripped his throat out anyway. When Liam came back to himself— when the Rampage faded and he saw what he'd done— the blood, the pieces, the ruin— something inside him broke for good. He stumbled out of the tavern and disappeared into the wilderness.

Without another word, Niniane picked up the blank stake she'd brought with her and charged at the two who were in the midst of their fight. Layla watched hopelessly as the two renewed their attack on Ravana together. The energy in the room was electric as they battled. Cairo and Niniane charged Ravana at once, Cairo throwing a fist toward his face, while Niniane struck out with the wooden stake. Ravana dodged them both with ease before dropping a kick into Cairo's chest, sending him flying. He threw an elbow out when Niniane was close enough and caught her in the side with a sickening sound.

Then I hear it, turning off the lights and I go to the window, beyond the rusted rooftops of the Neutral zone. Above the skyline, dark shapes move through the clouds, silent, as tactical ropes are released from them as black silhouettes glide down the ropes. Military aircrafts, no lights, no sirens, just shadows descending from the sky, my stomach drops. Only one Alpha deploys ghost squads like that, only one man can send soldiers into the neutral zone without warning. Kieran. He isn’t coming, he's already here, behind me Ronan cries out. The sound is sharp enough to make my chest ache.