Nightwing Hoodie Novels & Stories

The only question was how to survive the wait. I called Nina and told her about the plan for tonight. My friend happily agreed to be the third participant in our little scheme. From the back of my closet, I pulled out a black hooded sweatshirt I had loved wearing during my senior year. Black leggings and sneakers completed the look. I practically looked like I was about to do something illegal.

It fit perfectly. “Perfect fit,” I said. He turned his wrist, inspecting it, “Thank you, Jay.” “You’re welcome.” I smiled, feeling warm all over. “Wait… I got other stuff too.” He arched his brow. “Oh?” I reached into one of the other bags and pulled out the crocs, “For both of us too.” He took it without speaking, eyes never leaving mine. “Another one,” I announced as I pulled out a hoodie. Midnight gray, and soft as sin, with a stitched silver wolf emblem on the back.

“That hoodie is from the Lyperian Royal Academy. Lyperians take pride in that. They wouldn’t give it to just anyone, especially not to some…werewolf girl.” I stopped in my steps, feeling the color drain from my face. The realization finally hit me, and it hit hard. That smug smile on Nate’s face when I told him I wasn’t planning on giving back that hoodie was for a reason. Trinity kept talking, but I blocked out her voice, heading to my closet. I opened my drawer and pulled out the neatly folded hoodie to inspect the three letters on it. ‘LRA’ As if the symbol of the shield and sword weren’t obvious enough already.

When I opened it, the room was empty but filled with evidence of Aurora's absence—and her previous intentions. White moonflowers stood in a crystal vase on the nightstand, their silver-tinged petals beginning to wilt slightly. Beside them lay a package wrapped in ceremonial paper. I opened it to find three black ceremonial shirts with exquisite silver embroidery—the Moonhunter brand, known for their quality and prestige. She had bought these for me while I was supposedly in Silver Creek territory. I picked one up, running my fingers over the intricate silver patterns. She'd chosen perfectly—the designs complemented my status as Alpha heir while remaining understated enough for everyday pack

Her fingers fumbled several times, but she was determined to do it herself, afraid he might try to help her again. When she turned back to face him, he still hadn't spoken. Instead, he removed his waterproof jacket and draped it over Riley. Underneath, he wore a black hoodie adorned with a unique golden emblem on the left chest—a crescent moon and a droplet shimmering faintly in the dim light. At that moment, everything became clear to Riley. The golden moon and the golden droplet of blood symbolized the Golden Blood Pack, one of the world's most renowned packs, led by Eash's father.

The hologram disappeared. In ten minutes I came out of the bathroom with my full body armor. I walked into the main lobby dressed in a lightweight, carbon fiber uniform with green highlights around my body. On the left upper side of my uniform was the Zen Academy emblem with a white circle in the middle. It seemed comfortable and sturdy enough to keep me safe. “Whoa, looking good, sexy,” Adrian teased. “Adrian, stop,” I playfully hit her arm. She wore similar armor, but hers had red highlights

His presence was intimidating yet strangely alluring. The man pulled at his sleeve to cover a tattooed wrist with the words ‘With Darkness Comes Light’ written in calligraphy script. His attire was strange considering they were in the middle of Summer and the ferocious heat bearing down on them unbearable. She wondered what normal person wore a hoodie in eighty-plus-degree temperatures.

One was black, one silver. “I had them made when you were born,” Aries said. “They’re real steel, real balance. And soon, they’ll feel like feathers in your hand.” Alex blinked several times before whispering, “Thank you… Uncle Aries.” Aurora followed, her arms carrying a softer gift. She handed him a bundle wrapped in white silk. Inside was a handcrafted training jacket—deep navy with silver lining and embroidery that mirrored the wolves of the Gamma bloodline. On the inner collar, stitched in her delicate script, was a note:

I drop the dagger and grab the map of the hidden tunnels and rooms. As if sensing my desperation, night rolls in faster than usual (or at least it feels like it). When the final curtains of darkness fall over the pack, I slip my black hoodie on and the twin silver daggers go into the waistband of my black leggings. With one last look to make sure I am not missing anything, I leave the house and head for the residence of the alpha/luna. The celebrations are still ongoing and the residence looks filled with soldiers, guard-wolves and the elders. No wonder Hope had not come home yet.

ALEX'S POV I walked into the airport, wearing a black hoodie that cast a shadow over my face. The hoodie was pulled up, partially concealing my features. I moved with a sense of purpose, my eyes scanning the area for any threat from Lorenzo or his men as I navigated through the crowded terminal. My heart beat faster than usual. The hoodie added a layer of anonymity to my appearance, allowing me to blend in with the surrounding crowd. As I stepped out of the airport, I waved down a passing cab and stopped one.