Night-runners Prologue Novels & Stories

Third persons POV Water dripped off the cave ceiling as the man who was once an ordinary rogue gathered his belongings to make the journey set upon him. Word had it that the runt was spotted at the Paramount Pack. It was his duty to either retrieve her or retrieve a pack member willing to help get further intel on the pack. The runt was originally spotted with the captive upon his taking. Initially not much thought was given to the small wolf but after several years of no results, a search was sent out for her. She was occasionally spotted but never stayed in one spot long enough to retrieve her. Orders were updated within the previous month to grab her on site but then she made her way to t

Brynn Hollis' POV Tor left in the night. Not alone—with a dozen Sleepers who had refused to feel. They slipped past the guards, silent as shadows, their ancient feet leaving no tracks in the snow. Farrah found their camp abandoned at dawn. "Gone. North. Toward Morpheus." "How many?" "A dozen. Maybe more. They took supplies. Weapons." "No one saw them leave?" "The Sleepers don't make noise. They don't leave traces. They were made for stealth."

I sat beside him, stroking his hair as his eyes grew heavy, watching his face relax into the peaceful lines of sleep. He looked so small in the oversized bedroll, so vulnerable despite the wolf blood running through his veins. My son. My heir. The reason I'd run five years ago and the reason I was finally standing to fight now. I stayed there long after he'd fallen asleep, keeping watch like I could protect him from the future through sheer force of will. Outside, the desert night was clear and cold, stars scattered across the sky like broken promises waiting to be fulfilled. Magnus was planning his attack. Somewhere else, Darius was preparing his forces. And in neutral territory, the Broker

Lena took one slow step into the darkness of the tunnel. Then another. And said calmly: “Then we run.” The ground shook behind them as Helion Units hit the hatch above. And the chase continued.

The heart of the Prometheus pulsated with a rhythmic, rhythmic violet light, echoing the urgency of the 144-hour countdown. Scarlett stood before the "Neural Link" pod, her jade brush resting on the console, its tip glowing with a mixture of ink and liquid fiber. Caleb sat inside the pod, the silver tattoos on his skin flickering like dying stars. The "Sleep Command" from the probe had been temporary, but the "Backdoor" was still wide open, a gaping wound in his soul that the Creators could exploit at any moment.

“Babe, first of all, I have a name, not 'Dirty Prostitute' or whatever names you call me. Secondly, you were the first to attack me and gave yourself to me willingly, and thirdly, because I was your first, let's get married.” It was true that Ryo was the first to attack after Iro entered the wrong room out of drunkenness. Room 308 was just in front of room 380, which Iro's friends had prepared for a bet on whether he could get laid or not. But it was too late for Iro to get out because he was suddenly pulled by a dangerous hand, an Omega whose needs were more serious than his, a matter of life and death. That's when he felt, for the first time, that the silent bird was overstretched and crav

“But there’s more, Lucian. The prophecy… it’s not just about Aaron. It’s about you.” His gaze sharpened instantly, his senses seizing onto the strained quiver in my voice. “Explain. Now.” My chest heaved as I groped for the runic scroll buried inside my cloak. I unrolled the brittle parchment, hands quivering as the old words shimmered under candlelight. “The Prophecy of the Blood Moon states: ‘From the union of shadow and flame shall rise the First Alpha, the Reaper of Blood, who will awaken the dormant breed and usher in a new reign.’”

Of being a pawn in someone else's game. I'm so stupid to believe he saw something in me. So so stupid. Knock. Knock. Through my tears, I saw Noxon Alkham leaning against my car window, cigarette dangling from his lips. The streetlight caught the intricate pack symbols tattooed up his neck, so different from his twin brother's clean-cut image. "Rough night, princess?" His deep voice that ever-present note of amusement. He took a long drag, smoke curling around him like a shield.

Once all the Patrol Guards are scattered into a chase, make the droid blend in as a Patrol Guard with the confusion and await my second command. On the second command, I want the same thing to happen to the droid in the headquarters. Let Spencer have his guards give chase. The moment Spencer steps out of his office, have the first droid to run as the Night Walker as well. Both Night Walkers must vanish at the same time headed in the direction of Centurion's headquarters. Are we clear?" "Yes, sir. The time now is twenty-three o' clock. Mr N's delivery has reached its destination and the packages are verified. There were no interferences along the way. Shall we proceed now, sir?"

The only way to find out was to continue to run down the hallway, looking for Vampires, and looking for his teammates that might still be locked up. The further he ran, the darker it got, and the more distant the rest of his team seemed to become. Why no one else was able to get around the Vampires as quickly as he had been able to, he couldn't stay. Maybe the rest of them were so focused on killing those Vampires that no one else had thought about simply going around to find more of their teammates. But Cadon had now taken it upon himself to locate as many prisoners as possible, and as he ran down a dark hallway, he saw plenty of bodies coming at him. He just had to hope that the majority o