Nightwing Backstory Novels & Stories

At a Stonefang boy giving his cloak to a Nightclaw girl. He reached into his furs and pulled out his Nightclaw pin. Old silver. Wolf head. 300 years of history. He looked at it. Then dropped it in the snow. Didn’t stomp on it. Didn’t throw it. Just… let it go. “I’m still Nightclaw,” he said quietly. “Blood doesn’t wash off. But blood isn’t all I am anymore.” He turned to Vikram. “We’ll stay in Blackrock caves tonight. Not as guests. As guards. Someone has to watch while others sleep.”

He paid me handsomely for the job done and with even more rewards because I completed the task in a very short time That was the beginning of building the foundation of my wealth and also the inception of my dark days. I was nicknamed the Dark knight because a lot of regions had heard of the young man who could get rid of whatever evil lurked around. It was during one of my missions I met Charles and Piers. When I got enough money and had gotten bored I came back to Borgn. I came back to my second home and continued the job that I loved—fixing cars. In Kenvy I have a thriving business but it was a secret I kept from everyone, even Cassel himself.

I should have trusted my first instincts. “So why the whole fucking charade?” I ask. “What’s going on here?” “Well, it all has to do with that serial killer from September. He’s not a random psychopath. He’s Ninja.” Fuck. My fears confirmed. Ninja was the code name of Nick Jin, a former PSK who went rogue and was therefore turned over by THEM to the Feds. He was known as Ninja because, prior to joining THEM, he used the disguise of a ninja and used various samurai weapons to murder his victims. If Nick Jin really has gotten free and is on the loose, that is bad news for THEM.

She could then go after what was left of her old boss’s empire and with Crimson's help and super speed, the two had set out. Diana Roberts’s name had also been cleared and the Lady Death who had once terrorized the city was no more. She too had given up her speed. Hermes had the ability to withdraw a speedster's abilities and had come in handy in this way. Diana had been shocked when she had run into her parents. Parents that she thought had disappeared from the face of the earth. This was actually how she had become Lady Death. Nick had travelled through time and ended up wiping out her parents out of existence by accident, creating a paradox that resulted in Diana becoming the speedster La

They would be furious and might even send spies to eliminate me, considering I was now a liability. “No, I can’t afford to die now. I must seek refuge with an ally,” I muttered to myself. I started calling a few contacts from my burner phone, preparing to make my getaway. One business card caught my eye; it was darkly colored and belonged to the Night Angel group. I checked their website on my secure laptop. They were a group of rogue wolves living among humans, with no physical address listed. However, I filled out their contact form, left a message pleading for help, and provided my phone number, hoping for a response.

"You're a trained warrior, Jet. You survived a fight with an Assistant Chief Gamma. That is THE number 3 Warrior of the Night Storm. You killed how many others? That skill is all you need at this stage of your leadership. I believe in you as much as Clove here. You can handle business. The rest is in your DNA. You'll uncover them on the job, trust me. Also, you have me and your brother to call if you need anything at all." With a friendly tap on his shoulders, Nick descended the porch. That was that. The Night Storm had a new Alpha. And he was Nick’s own relative. The second son of the Golden Crescent. Our pack and this one were truly brothers now like Lazarus wanted. Like the late Alpha Zio

The boy screamed as he began falling through developing gap toward water flowing forty feet below. Without hesitation transcending tactical evaluation, the Shadow Knight moved with transformed capability beyond physical limitation. His midnight substance extended across intervening distance without requiring conventional traversal, cosmic awareness perceiving precise intervention necessary for civilian protection beyond operational objective. Constellation patterns shifted within extended essence as forgotten souls contributed collective determination regarding innocent preservation beyond military engagement.

“You know I gave your father less credit than he deserved. He is indeed so intelligent to be able to pull this off” “Wait! You think my father sent me?” I let out an annoying shrug. What was I thinking, that a man like Kade Hart would easily believe I had come here on my own? “My father didn't send me, in fact, he would kill me if he found out I came here” “He is right to do so, do you even realize where you just stepped in?” He grabbed the glass of whiskey and took another sip. “I am at the Nightwing pack. Offering alliance to the Alpha”

By the time I was 16, I had already hacked, stolen, killed, and destroyed a few people’s lives. “This is why he nicknamed me ‘Black Widow’. I could get in, infect, and disappear without anyone knowing until it was too late.” I whisper, avoiding looking at Lia. “Granted, it wasn’t something I was entirely comfortable with, except for a few like Angelo’s father. They deserved it, but ultimately it was all just to so-called ’help’ my uncle, the boss, cover his ass due to his gambling and whatever other bullshit he was doing.” She runs her hands through her head, careful not to mess it up too much or her perfectly made-up face, heaving a heavy sigh.

Back then, he had promised to protect me for a lifetime. Werewolves never lie. Every oath they take is witnessed by the Moon Goddess. Now, he walked beside me, shielding me carefully from the crowd, ensuring that no one brushed against me. He had kept his childhood promise. "Elena!" A familiar voice rang out behind me. Instinctively, I turned around. And saw someone who shouldn't be here. Nigel. He was crippled. He looked like a pitiful beggar. His eyes lit up when he saw me, and he stepped forward eagerly, as if hoping for a reunion. But before he could get close, a passing guard intercepted him and led him away.