Novel & Cerita Nightwing Base

"Where...?" "Hush." Thorne's tone came as a quiet growl from the opposite side of the cramped, lightless space. She balanced on a shaky wooden box, gazing out a tall, grated slit that allowed in the sole illumination—a weak, ashen gleam. "We're in some kind of base. Night Fang land. Way inside it." Those details sank in heavy. I got to my feet, brushing off the wooziness. The chamber was a prison, about ten feet across. The surfaces were jagged rock, the entrance a solid oak slab reinforced with metal. No latch on this end.

In his world, men like Colton Stone don't prevail over wealthy blue bloods like Preston Vanderholt. This war has just begun. *** Peering out the window, I gaze down at a secluded part of upstate New York. The landscape below is a patchwork of rugged terrain and sharp structures. In the distance, an abandoned military base looms, its skeletal remains cloaked in new purpose. This is their training ground – the Obsidian Knights' stronghold. The wheels kiss the tarmac with a jolt that travels up my spine. As soon as we come to a stop, Colton attempts to sit up, grimacing with the effort.

After they left, Wynn took Philip’s hand and said, “I’m sorry. I can’t figure out my mother either.” Philip took a deep breath and said, “Tomorrow, I’ll get someone to send them back. Martin Johnston won’t dare to act rashly in Riverdale for now.” Wynn nodded in agreement. At night. The towering pointed building of Nonagon was heavily guarded. It was closely surrounded by defensive facilities and combat groups. Like a tall pillar in the dark, the building stood under the starry night. Near the building, hovering helicopters patrolled constantly. At this moment, a green armored jeep stopped in front of the building.

“I’ll prep the screen.” An hour later, I sat in front of the monitors in the control room. It was a dimly lit basement that smelled like dust and old circuits. Multiple feeds flickered on: thermal, infrared, drone visuals. Logan had wired a private uplink, piggybacking on one of Donga’s own communication towers. Poetic. The base came into view. Hidden behind high stone walls, barbed wire spiraled like snakes across the perimeter. Camouflaged bunkers dotted the terrain. Guard patrols moved like clockwork with a tight formation, and perfect intervals.

It gave her time to think. She didn’t head straight to the infirmary but meandered the hallways. The place seemed to have changed since Nathaniel had been in charge. The Alpha’s pristine mansion which had been void of life now felt like a city now lived inside the walls. Shifters, vampires, and wiccans wandered around, all in the same black uniforms that consisted of combat boots, cargo slacks and shirt. There were some variations such as a few agents wearing clothes meant for the frosty outdoors but, it was the same outfit. It was the outfit of soldiers.

Chapter Twenty-Eight— thirst trap. ☆Micaiah's POV☆ The base was exactly what it looked like—an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Phoenix that we'd converted into something functional. Not pretty, but secure. Concrete walls, minimal windows, multiple exits. The kind of place that didn't attract attention. Kieran was already there when I arrived, leaning against a table covered in maps and surveillance photos. "About time," he said. "Traffic." I tossed my keys on the table. "What's the situation?"

Nutty Thunder Base City was the largest base city amongst the 32 base cities. "This is Nutty Thunder Base City, senior." Tinkerbell said to Lucas. Lucas looked at the outer walls of Nutty Thunder Base City and noticed that Nutty Thunder Base City was currently in full armor. 'Tankers and laser cannons are all being set up.' Then, Lucas entered Nutty Thunder Base City. The tens of Genetic Fighters trailing Tinkerbell had long ago wanted to flee from the scene, and just at the moment they entered Nutty Thunder Base City, they all rushed away from the scene.

"I'll tell you what you want to know if you let me out." I burst out laughing. "Yeah, right! Like I'm going to fall for that!" I tilted my head to the side. "Where is the Nightshade base?" He smirked. "In Canada." "I mean here, you moron!" I yelled, raising my hands again. "Tell me what I want to know, or I'll tear you apart!" He scoffed. "Now, that I'd like to see." I balled my fists and placed one on top of the other, concentrating as I stared at him. Then I tightened my grip and started pulling them apart as he gasped, lifting off his feet.

I said quietly. Rina glanced at me. "For what?" "For someone to take the Shadow's place." The words settled heavily. Kael's jaw tightened. "They won't get the chance." "Then we don't give them time," I said. Silence followed – but it wasn't disagreement. It was alignment. Mira slipped into the room then, moving with quiet urgency. "I've been watching the eastern edge. They're using an old hunting cabin as a base. Small. Hidden. Easy to miss if you don't know where to look."