Nightwing Base Novels & Stories

Gina muttered, her eyes darting toward the window. Through the neon-green smoke, she could see the lower valley. The Nightfang vanguard was being systematically surrounded by a secondary force of hunters—men dressed in heavy, silver-plated armor who had been hidden within the lower volcanic tunnels, waiting for the main vanguard to commit to the gates. It hadn't been a defense; it had been an encirclement.

She even went over to Griffin's room and cleaned out all his drinks, too. Just because supplies existed did not mean they should be wasted. Early the next morning, Nathaniel came to find her. He brought them onto their helicopter and headed west. "Ark Two is out in the northwestern badlands," Nathaniel said casually as they flew. "Their base isn't large. About 20 thousand people. Because of their circular layout, they're divided into outer, middle, and inner zones. Each zone has three managers in charge."

"What sort of base would you guys want it to be?" "We could construct a building similar to the Spring Blossom; but we construct it away from the main city district." said Nikita. "What about building an underground network? I heard from Ivy that the Phoenix Mafia has bunker for a base of operations." suggested Ethan. "Or... we could establish our headquarters outside of Metro City. What if we move it to Townsville? I could scout around Townsville while I'm there." said Jonas. "Don Krauser, what do you think?" asked Gordan.

Night Wing repeated the order to Jonas asking him to liaise with Night Vigil and to report back in 4 hours. “I need all these men back at my husband’s base. I want them to know the price of provoking my husband and yet they should be alive and breathing till my husband is ready to decide their fate.” “Madam” Night Wing nodded towards her as he quickly mobilized the shadow guards to get the guards who were lying on the ground with half a breath back to their base. He ordered Night Vigil to send back up to transport the men while the few stood guard.

Each of them bows respectfully to me before one of them steps forward. “The Black Knight Pack’s base is two miles north of here, in an abandoned warehouse. We can lead the way.” Then, we’re running again. The closer we get, the slower we go until we’re hiding in the underbrush of some trees and bushes. I shift back to my human form with one of the scouts, listening as he explains everything they’ve seen.

It's been a week since the safe house was compromised. We were relocated to the El Latro Organization's military base for our safety after Athena had fully healed from her injuries. Tiny, the commander of the El Latro soldiers, is in charge of the base. The base also serves as a training facility for recruits and members.

"So tell me." "Aren’t you tired?" Drake sighs deeply. "I think we all tired but what can we do? They threaten us even our family." He’s right. Moretti might be old but he always finds a way to make us do whatever he told us to. Cause we’re the mafia puppet. We disagree with them or try to play behind their back then we’re dead and our family will be too. After 1 hour of drive, we finally arrived at the base. The base is located near the woods where no one will find out. The guards check on us then let us in once they know who we are.

"The gravity here is only sixteen percent of Earth’s. If you lose your footing, you’re just a target in the air." ​"I’ve got the floor," Kaelen rasped, his heavy, magnetic boots slamming into the metallic deck with a dull thud. He didn't need the Triad-Link to stay grounded; his very existence was an anchor of iron and rust. ​They were inside the primary transit hub of the Shadow Council’s moon base. It was a cathedral of glass and white polymer, designed to look like a paradise for the "Elite" shifters the Council intended to save. But the paradise was currently a war zone.

] [No way she just—] Truth is, my real ace wasn't the Powers. It was immortality. As long as I'm alive, I can absorb Powers by consuming Cores. What fries others? Just charges me up. And I don't stop. As for that nuke? Heh. *** Meanwhile— At the new base built by the elite families. Most of them had already moved in. The location was handpicked by their Saint Willa—stocked with supplies, swarming with high-core zombies. Level-up paradise.

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.