Nightwing Base Wof Novels & Stories

Tinkerbell dared not hesitate for a moment and quickly answered, "There used to be an abundance of zombies in Zombies' Territory but right now, they all are now attacking Southwest ThirtyTwo Base City, and soon, they will be attacking ours." Lucas lost interest after listening to it and thought all of these were meaningless. "Your base city is…" "Our base city is the largest base city amongst the thirty-two base cities, named Nutty Thunder Base City." Lucas was thinking that instead of searching out for zombies, he might as well wait for zombies to gather. Only with that, things would be more interesting. "You guys snuggle in the group," Lucas ordered the Apocalyptic Legion. Then, the Apocal

“They didn't stress to kidnap her. They just moved the hospital underground.” “How did you know all that?” he asked. “They kidnapped me a few days ago,” I said. “And took me to their base beneath the hospital.” “I haven't seen her in 17 years,” he said as he tightened his jaw and slouched his shoulders. “Their primary base is here in Westview,” I said. “If they had her, she would be there.” “I've tried to enter that base,” he said soberly. “I even went with a pack of wolves, but it was pointless. They fortified the base with a relic. ‘Yarikh's box’….”

"He's a propagandist. He sells lies to incite riots. If he publishes his manifesto, the markets crash, and Sector 7 burns in the chaos." Jinx tilted her head, the reflection on her mask shifting. "You know a lot about him, Wraith. Did you read the lore entry?" "I do my research," Ren said coldly. "He's at the Neon Lotus. That's a high-end club in the Gilded Cage district. Lots of civilians. Lots of surveillance. We can't go in loud." "Stealth isn't my strong suit," Tank muttered, looking at his minigun arm.

The night crept in like black soot enveloping Neophile City, but inside the underground infiltration path located dozens of meters beneath the Wilder hills, the air felt cold and smelled of iron. The path was a network of old concrete tunnels left behind by the old faction—a secret route unmapped on any digital device. This was where Zean Wilder moved, leading a dozen personnel from the central faction's elite team. Their footsteps were barely audible, muffled by tactical boots with thick rubber soles.

Warriors fell before they could shift. The air thickened with wolfsbane, choking them, killing them. “IT’S AN AMBUSH!” someone screamed. Nicolas barely had time to react. A silver net landed on him, burning his skin on contact. He screamed, his wolf howling inside—but the silver held him down. “NICOLAS!” Zaiya screamed. She shifted, her sleek black wolf leaping at the enemy. Her claws tore through armor, her fangs found flesh. One down. Then another.

My talons graze the tops of trees as vines start to snake from the tallest branches, reaching for me again. Vaeloria comes into view once more. The witches must have built their cover nearby, using what seemed like the basement level of an old temple as their base. A vine catches around the tip of my tail, momentarily causing me to lose my balance. I careen to the side, snapping the vine, but six arrows puncture my left wing, one right after the other. My roar of pain echoes off the distant mountains, cracking over the thunder.

The army froze instinctively, wolves crouching, dragons lowering their wings, witches murmuring protective wards, and vampires tensing, their senses sharp for the first sign of danger. Charlie stepped forward, his hands already tracing complex runes in the air, muttering under his breath. “Ah, yes. Classic Shadowcraft. This is a ward designed to detect emotional energy, especially the kind that pulses from bonded mates. It’s… insidious. It won’t harm the strong physically, but it can disorient and separate if triggered incorrectly.” Nalia’s phoenix wings flared as she hovered, inspecting the shimmering barrier. “So we can’t just rush it. We have to… guide ourselves through, carefully.”

“Let’s go. To the base.” All members of Shadow Moon Pavilion who had relocated to the US were now stationed at the newly constructed headquarters. Zeke arrived to host the organization’s first official meeting in the US. At that meeting, he made a bold announcement: The organization would be renamed—**Lightwing**. The announcement stunned the room. “Commander, why are we renaming Shadow Moon Pavilion to Lightwing?” one vice leader asked. Zeke stood firm. “Because we are no longer aligned with the Graystone headquarters. Lightwing is a new identity, a new direction.”

“Find anything—anything at all—that connects. Interrogating the council now is pointless, but I’ll reach out to those packs. See if we can do anything for them atleast . I'll fix this mess. We owe them that much. I smiled Nothing in this damn place worked without Freya. “Anyway, I’m not done,” Liam said, leaning forward, voice lower, more dangerous. “I tapped into my underground contacts. Those women were never returned. I doubt the packs had the strength to fight for them. So I dug deeper. Found something worse. There’s a rogue base camp hidden deep in the forest, just outside Nightfang territory. We never looked twice because they didn’t interfere. Haven’t for years. Which is strange, cons

Owen asked his mouth opened and eyes budged. Alexios nodded. He had heard it clearly "Mate" His wolf had called out to her. "Then what are we doing here. Let's go meet her. I am curious about her." Owen was the most excited as his job as the next pack Gamma is to serve the Luna as her left-hand man. While she has her mate as her right-hand man, the Gamma is the one the Luna should be able to confide in the most. The one whose the Luna's safety comes top priority.