Night Raid Novels & Stories

, Another member of Nighthawk, the strategist analyzed. The Nighthawk team were the strongest in the Blood Gang and their missions have always been completed perfectly. They comprised of the captain, strategist, hacker, and assassin, making them the most feared four in the underworld. As long as they were sent out, their targets have always died without a trace. "Can you handle them?", Ryan raised his eyebrows and asked perfunctorily even though he was already aware of the answer. "Perfectly, Boss!", The Captain, One answered confidently.

A tall muscular man steps out of the car, he was bold, with caramel skin, he was wearing a black t-shirt and military pants with black combat boots. "Hello, my name is Johnson, I'll be leading this raid today, this is a stealth mission, meaning we cannot be seen or heard" he explains, "Everyone should have their weapons on hand and have back up, we will move in teams of three, so make sure that you stick together." Everybody teams up and Chanel and Kat team up with Johnson.

CHAPTER 27: The Raid They moved out at midnight under a moonless sky, and the city was silent around them as they slipped through the streets toward the eastern border where Krasny's hideout waited like a wound in the darkness. Dimitri rode in the lead vehicle with Nikolai beside him and Alexei in the front seat, and behind them came three more vehicles filled with their most trusted men, all of them armed and ready and silent because they knew what was at stake.

“We tried that two weeks ago. They reinforced the routes with three times the guards. We lost twelve good men for nothing.” Alpha Tokyo from slammed his fist on the table. “Then we burn their camps at night. WE just need to gather small teams, and we're quick, in and out. Let's hit them while they sleep.” “We’ve done night raids,” Alpha Rocky cut in, voice tired. “They expect it now. Besides, they've set traps. The last time we tried that, we lost an entire squad before we even reached the perimeter.” I rubbed the center of my forehead and held in a groan.

"I recommend we hit Grant's supply lines. Not his command—respect your decision on assassination. But his logistics. No supplies, he can't continue fighting. We force him to withdraw or starve." "That still means offensive operation." "Small team. In and out. Minimal engagement. We're not conquering territory. We're disrupting logistics. It's still defensive in spirit if not in execution." Maya made another impossible choice. "Do it. Plan the operation. But Jessica leads it. And the objective is supplies, not casualties. We take what we need and leave. We're not there to kill Grant's people. We're there to survive." The raid happened on day eighteen.

I start, panic surging, but he’s already turning, Lior pressed securely against his chest. “We need to get out now,” he barks over his shoulder, his voice sharp, commanding, leaving no room for argument. I don’t think. I just move. The calm hospital from minutes ago dissolves into noise and confusion. Nurses scream. Someone shouts in Italian. A crash echoes somewhere ahead, glass shattering, followed by another round of gunfire that makes my ears ring. “Stay close to me,” Raid orders, already sprinting down the hallway. I run after him, my legs shaking, my breath coming out fast and uneven. My hands feel numb. All I can think about is Lior. His small body tucked against Raid, his face buried

Meaner. A live round cracked through the air, echoing strangely under the Rite’s hum. For an instant, the bowl seemed to hold its breath. Daire flinched sideways. The bullet tore through the space where his shoulder had been a heartbeat before, slammed into the ward line in a spray of sparks, and ricocheted off into the stone. Screams burst from the crowd. Nyra was already moving, eyes tracking the shot’s origin. “Ridge, northwest!” she barked. “Sniper!”

Dante provided the intelligence—the layout of the property, the patrol schedules, the weak points in the defenses. Mira's hand never left her stomach. The baby kicked as if sensing her tension. She pressed her palm against the bump, a silent promise. We're going to get him back. I swear it. The raid was set for midnight. Twenty operatives, split into four teams. Leo would lead the breach. Simone would coordinate from a mobile command center. Mira would stay behind—over Kieran's unspoken objections, over her own desperate need to be in the field. She was too pregnant. Too injured. Too valuable as a hostage.

they chorused. I shut my bedroom door and flopped onto the bed for a second, staring at the email again. Holy crap. This was happening. For once, life was throwing me a win. A massive, life-changing win. This is the best day of my life. *...*...*...*...*...* ETHAN ♠ This is the worst day of my life. I’m sprawled on my bed with my controller in hand, mid-match in Valorant, when Mom bursts through my door without knocking.

Gavin came closer to me, not waiting for long; he immediately shot out his right hand and landed on my cheek so hard that I took a step back and almost hit the door behind me. "Gavin, don't do that to Mahira. How many times have you hit her over a misunderstanding, you thought, huh? It's enough that you made Mahira throw away everything she had for you; don't throw away Mahira's hope to stay alive," Adam defended. His voice rose so loudly.