Project Nightwing Novels & Stories

Hours before the project even officially opened. The name on it is Eleanor Whitfield.

“It’s called being complementary.” Kendrick just chuckled and let it slide. They teased each other a bit, but eventually circled back to work. Kendrick said the project with Ryan was going well. Since they had to keep it from Damien, neither of them had shown up publicly—Jax was the one leading the effort, now serving as the new project manager. Speaking of Jax, Kendrick added that giving him this opportunity showed his strong business instincts. He was now considering pulling Jax into a more public role.

The body hit the ground. And he moved on. As the numbers truly began to show, the Nightwing warriors began to falter bit by bit. “They’re falling back!” one of his warriors called. “Don’t let them regroup.” Prince ordered. They were beaten… they needed to kill off an injured prey before it could recover. ….they obeyed and handled relentlessly. Nightwing warriors were pushed further back, forced away from the outer defenses, driven toward the village itself and towards what they were trying to protect.

"So don't talk to us about pity now." A few others murmur their agreement. My heart beats a little faster but I stay composed even as a flicker of old wounds flare in my chest. Then I meet Vince's gaze again. "You want my pity?" I calmly said. "But let me be clear, Vince. I built the Silver Project. Not Ryan. Not Danica. Me. Every document, every outline, every pitch, every sleepless nights came from my blood, sweat, and sacrifice." Vince's jaw tenses. But he doesn't argue. Because he knows it's true.

Alexander commanded before returning to the shed. Behind him, sounds of men wailing echoed in the skies. Arm after arm was snapped off. It was a bloody scene. The vans then quickly took off, taking those armless thugs back to the Imperial Bathhouse. … Back at the Imperial Bathhouse. Nick glared at Neil. "Neil Chesire, explain yourself!" "Are you mad?" Neil chuckled without a single care. "The project belongs to Chesire Group. George Severn is at most a collaborator. Are you happy with this explanation?"

Months and months of investigation would have gone down the drain if he had. He slipped through shadows like a ghost, following the racket Nathaniel was making with his beta. The spineless coward wasn't even going to try and defend his title. He had left his men to the mercy of an unknown threat. It was an honour to be an Alpha of a pack but Nathaniel had no honour. Rounding the corner the four werewolves surrounded the SUV. Sierra and Alvaro had shifted, their tawny and black pelts and glimmering in the moonlight as they stilled, their hard eyes on the two men.

“If what you are doing here is purely scientific, what connection do you have with the blood moon?” He checked Peter’s temperature and removed the drip on his hand. “Jonathan runs Project Jericho as you know it,” he said. “I and the Chesterfields focused on the scientific part. But Jonathan focused on the other part.” “By ‘other part,’ what do you mean?” I asked.

The thick white folder weighed like 100 pounds in my hand. I stared at the file for a few seconds before I could finally open it. Tommen Anderson worked at the Shadow Knight organization from 1994–2004, under the name Tony. It falls under the pattern Shadow Knights have—a simple name. I know those names are not real. They are likely given to them when their training is complete. Their real records—no one knows.

“You look so pale, Bara. I won't ask you to wrestle, you know?” I laughed awkwardly. It is too early to think that this young man is not dangerous. He just doesn't know my status. The young man offered his hand to me. “Justin. I'm from the Black Wolf Pack.” My heart fluttered when I welcomed the steady handshake. I tried to win the heart and imagine Min Yoongi's face as hard as I could. As soon as the image of one BTS member appeared, immediately the image of the NCT members bothered me. My idols make me short of breath sometimes.

The name still left a bitter taste in my mouth. Letty dropped onto the couch beside me. “There’s more. I reached out to someone who used to work in Vance’s corporate team. Under a code name—‘Project Nereus.’ The goal was to dismantle specific corporate dynasties tied to prior whistleblower scandals.” “Justin’s name was on that list,” I said. It wasn’t a question. Letty nodded. “So was Leon’s. And yours.” I stared down at the black linen-wrapped letter again. “We need to hit back.”