Red Night Fury Novels & Stories

His presence alone carried an undeniable weight, like a looming storm waiting to break. His hair was a wild mane of deep red with lighter and darker shades, as if flames had licked through it and left embers smoldering in its strands. It fell in unruly waves; some locks framing his sharp angler face while others hung loosely over his shoulders, giving him a slightly untamed, almost feral look. His eyes were a piercing crimson, even when glazed over by my control, burning like molten coal beneath a layer of Shadow intense and unreadable. They held something dangerous, an edge that hinted at a barely restrained chaos. His clothes were a mix of black and red, a perfect reflection of him: Bold i

Dark. "Come on Claus, cover me…" I say to my best friend and right-hand man. Before I go out behind the car and shoot the motherfuckers who decided to come attack me. "Just do the Dark shots," he replies, looking at me with annoyance. He smiled when he noticed how much it overwhelms him to have to shoot, he's not that good with weapons, at least not like the rest or Max. I look over my shoulder through the window of the armored van in which we came to have a clearer idea of ​​the location of the men attacking us.

, Another member of Nighthawk, the strategist analyzed. The Nighthawk team were the strongest in the Blood Gang and their missions have always been completed perfectly. They comprised of the captain, strategist, hacker, and assassin, making them the most feared four in the underworld. As long as they were sent out, their targets have always died without a trace. "Can you handle them?", Ryan raised his eyebrows and asked perfunctorily even though he was already aware of the answer. "Perfectly, Boss!", The Captain, One answered confidently.

and I knew a lot of shortcuts on the way there to confuse them. "Do you have a gun? Hold on to something!" I turned the wheel hard to the right again, taking out a few members of Nightshade, sending them skidding along the ground as sparks came up from the wet pavement. She scoffed. "Shifters don't carry guns!" "Well, after this, I think we should!" I cut the wheel hard to the left sharply, taking out a few more on motorcycles that were creeping up beside us, creating spectacular wipeouts. "Is Cruz still back there?"

That was when he was fixing his truck and he sounded really friendly She was too scared to think of praying or think of a way of escape; she was shivering all over even in the raincoat. She angrily kicked the rotting chicken into the trash can and stood up. Her eyes darted around the bare living room for a weapon. She needed a weapon, urgently. But there was nothing except a few rotting furniture, broken plastics and an old small wall clock. The clock had no sharp edges and it looked to her the only new thing in the house. It didn't look like something that could work as a weapon. The room was so dusty and dirty and that began to give her allergies. Her chest was tight and she struggled to b

The projected Transmigration Bureau agents charge and scatter the Ravens attacking close to the ground. Kera either slashes them apart with her overgrown talons or bites them in half with her fangs. Ankou throws a barrage of acidic blood-balls just like a rapid pitching machine. And Yama Ranger, on his creepy steed Nightmare, blasts away with his two six-shooters, a lever-action carbine in his third hand and his portal-opening lasso in his fourth.

Elemental fury rained down, fire, ice, lightning, bathing the battlefield in chaos and hope. And then the Humans. Aaron didn't return but the warriors were all present. Their armoured trucks rumbled in with blazing headlights . Warriors spilt from them with grim expressions and weapons forged from both metal and artifacts. They fired glowing rounds, netting down hybrids with precision, working shoulder-to-shoulder with the supernatural without hesitation.

There’s a screaming storm surrounding it and flashes of red, demonic lightning. But I see it, clear as day. So cautious, afraid, and hopeful, I reach a hand toward it. I summon Neron, collecting all the power I can. I reach. I imagine killing that pulsing darkness. My hands glow blue and brilliant. And the second I touch it, my brain is filled with screams, a howling storm of rage. And everything goes dark.

I pressed my hand on my forehead and sobbed out as much as I can. I am sorry Loveth. I am so sorry. Arnold please! Just wake up for your family. I promise I won't do that again. I promise I will come back to my right senses and I will get rid of the scary nightmares. I won't party again, not anymore. I walked into the ward. The only sound I could hear was the sound of the machine that sounded reluctantly. Arnold laid down on the bed, laid with the same powder blue colour. He was wrapped all over his head with a bandage, and some different kind of pipes passed through each holes in his body. His eyes was so calm as he shut it closed. Still so handsome even on a sick bed.

Matter of fact, she is sure she will be next. The man has cold dead eyes, blacker than the night. He stares right at her and aims the gun. Before the end, all she hears is the owl hooting from the nearby tree and the cracking sound of her skull.