Nightwing: The Darkest Knight Novels & Stories

“Which way to go?” Eka onyx stares into Roy’s grey pupils. “The closer one” he replied indifferently * * * In the meantime… Rina felt a tumultuous pain in her chest, the next thing she knew was darkness engulfed her vision. She is awakened in the barren desert where she meets her twin once more, Lydia the seducer of men. Lydia is used to the vulgar nickname Rina gives her, her host was never into her anyway.

"Yes, Mr. Lakeworth!" Diego replied, taking a step forward. He then looked up at the night sky and ordered in a loud voice, "Zenith, Might, Wyvern, Astra! Show yourselves!" As soon as he finished speaking, four torrents of energy soared into the sky from four corners of the Nonagon Council. Four figures appeared in the air like shadows, each exuding a fierce energy that was almost at the advanced level of the Martial Emperor stage. These four were the ace experts of the Dark Web and Sean's trusted confidants. Sean had kept them by his side this time to assist him in dealing with the opposing forces.

I willed them to fight for me, and they became extensions of my arms and my soul. I slashed through the darkness with the Aurora sword. Beams of light broke through it. I aimed for Mila. I slashed through her but her image dissipated in the clouds. I spun through the clouds with the two swords. The Aurora Sword broke the clouds apart. The Night Sword sucked the darkness in. Mila appeared by the stairs. Darkness snaked out of her and around the throats of each of the brothers. "Come with me or they all die." I froze in the middle of the bar. "Stop it."

Silver. The grey substance burned through my skin in painful stings. The substance was one only true hunters could make. A devilish mix of silver and lowly concentrated promethium. The sickening scent also indicated the presence of Aconitum lycoctonum grown under the moonlight, commonly known as monkshood, the devil's helmet or Wolf's bane. Daniel Matthews' eyes were glued on me as the skin affected by the poison healed. I should have known that he knew. The way he had looked at me before. His eyes had held only one thing, disgust.

Then the shadows exploded. Dark energy crashed across the ruins like a storm wave. Warriors screamed as they were thrown backward violently. Several wolves slammed into trees hard enough to crack the bark. The chains holding Damian rattled loudly. Orion cursed under his breath.And then she appeared. Nyx stepped out from the darkness slowly. Her black robes flowed around her like smoke. Silver symbols glowed faintly across her skin, and her silver eyes burned brighter than I had ever seen before. The moment she appeared, every shadow around the ruins bent toward her.

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.

Their eyes burned crimson, while their feathers had long since rotted away, replaced by jagged black scales. Cassian's face drained of color. "Impossible" "What are they?" I asked. "Nightwings," he whispered in response. "The Sky Guardians that fell to darkness during the First Betrayal. There are meant to be just legends." "They were," Lyssara said grimly. "Until today." The creatures circled the temple. One suddenly folded its wings and dived toward us. "Down," Kael shouted. The Nightwing hit the temple stairs hard enough to shatter solid stone. Dust shot into the atmosphere.

But as the silence of the blackout fell over the ballroom, and the guests let out gasps of terror, Davina Quinton’s voice carried through the darkness, calm and unshaken. “The banquet isn't over, everyone. The true succession is just beginning.” In the shadows, the Kartel Reapers and the Phoenixes moved into position. The "Next Gen" tactical gear hummed into life, their thermal and night-vision optics painting the darkness in hues of tactical green and blue. The "Masked Waltz" was over. The war in the dark had begun.

Dobermans are Ares and Wolf, and German Shepherds are Ranger, Kevlar, and Tank. The safety and security of my home and way of life are very important to me, so having those eight dogs roam the property every hour of the day helps with my men. Dal runs back to the backyard and then goes behind the house. I put my cigarette in my mouth and reach into my pocket for a lighter. I put the cigarette between my lips and lit it. There is a light breeze and the air is cool and crisp today. I've lived in New York my whole life, and I love it. I just wish this time of year wasn't so cold.