Night Squad Novels & Stories

“Miles is an idiot.” Following the war with the shadow pack, the six-pack alliance’s army, aptly named the ‘security squad’, started sending teams off on missions to track down and eliminate splinter groups that formed from remaining shadow pack loyalists. Miles and I both applied to be included in the next mission, but he narrowly missed making the cut and he’s been salty as fuck ever since. He’s officially next in line for the mission if someone drops out, hence his ask in the bet we made.

With that I fell into a deep slumber. I woke up with a pain in my neck,it wasn't easy sleeping on the bare floor. Also it seemed I had caught a cold, I sneezed and my eyes watered. I checked the time on my Watch..it was one of my most prized possession, it was given to me by Christine as a birthday gift. It was 6:30 AM. I quickly arranged myself, I was hungry as hell,but there was no way I could get anything to eat. The restaurant usually opens by 7:30AM, it would be a very long time but I have no choice.

She whirled back around and considered pressing even harder on the throttle, taking her safety into her hands and challenging her bike to a game of Frogger, but she knew how much this motorcycle originally cost and how hard it was to get parts for now that the government had banned almost every vehicle LIGHTS had ever relied on, so she did the only smart thing she could and slowed down. Traffic did not cooperate, and by the time Jo darted across the makeshift intersection, woven through what used to be the median, the SUV was close enough that she could smell the exhaust. A flicker of something came over her IAC, but she couldn't catch it and imagined it was just her annoying older brother m

“Ella, get out of here !” “I’m not leaving you !” “You don’t get a choice !” The vampire grabs me again . Adrian charges. They collide like thunder . I scramble backward , heart in my throat, golden mark burning so hot it hurts . Then headlights flood the street . A black SUV screeches to a stop . Doors fly open. Four people in tactical gear jump out , guns raised . “Nightwatch! Stand down!” Adrian freezes mid-fight. “Jared?” The guy in front , Jared, gun trained on Adrian . “What the fuck are you doing, Vale ?”

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“Repeat.” Terror snakes through my blood when the dispatcher says the same numbers, her voice crackling in my ear. I drop the radio and jump off the truck, a shout waiting in my throat, but an ashen Nicholas is already running toward the truck, cell phone in hand, along with several other firemen. “Dasha,” he rasps, battling his way into the truck and strapping into the passenger seat. “Please, God, no…” I block out everything as I climb into the driver’s seat and start the engine. Waiting for our full squad to get in the truck almost kills me, but in reality it only takes twenty or so seconds and then we’re speeding toward Nicholas’s apartment building, the siren screaming in my head.

I slowly walked towards the hospital while trying to fight off my sleepiness, I couldn't let sleepiness win especially since I was transferred to the night shift. I could already see the tall hospital building and the people in the waiting area, the ambulance at the entrance to the ER, and the families crying and taking care of the paperwork for the morgue. "Yhra, is it your shift?" the guard at the table joked at me as I approached for my time card. "Yes, it's my first day on the night shift. It's all of a sudden," I replied then he checked my bag and gestured for me to be okay.

– Midtown approach The city was a pre-dawn ghost, streets empty, skyscrapers looming like sentinels. Alexander’s convoy; two SUVs, Lila’s team, Marco’s drone swarm, rolled toward Lang’s penthouse, a glass tower piercing the sky. I sat in the lead vehicle, wheelchair folded in the back, my hospital gown traded for black fatigues, a bulletproof vest strapped tight. The antidote burned in my veins, but I was upright, scalpel tucked in my boot, gun in my lap—Alexander’s, insisted upon.

the driver says. “Two minutes.” I nod once. “Eyes up.” The nightclub comes into view. Bright. Alive. Normal. Too normal. Music pulses from inside. People laughing. Moving. Unaware. Of what’s beneath their feet. “Clear the perimeter,” I say. “Quietly.” “Copy.” The team splits instantly. Efficient. Invisible. Like they were never there. I step out last. Eyes scanning everything. Entrances. Exits. Security. Patterns.

It had slowed down their mission in numerous ways not to mention he just hated the stuff. “I went ahead and notified the tracking team closest to the old pack township to keep their eyes peeled.” Sierra explained as she climbed into the passenger seat of the truck, letting Lucas drive. “So far they haven’t seen anything suspicious or out of character. Hopefully the presence of the forensic teams at the site are keeping them at bay if they are going that way.” “Unlikely. The feral came all the way up to the house where there were dozens of werewolves and vampires that could have spotted it.” Lucas pointed out. “Whoever it is doesn’t seem to care about getting caught or whether there are other