Red Night Fury Novels & Stories

Following that, it traveled up Andrew's arm in one swift motion, instantly surging into his mind. Andrew felt his consciousness flicker like a flame struck by a violent gust, plunging him into chaos as his world spun violently. When he finally regained consciousness, he discovered that inside his body there was now a strand of red light he could freely control. This red light was precisely Arcturus' ultimate killing move that had slain Fenrir. Andrew naturally understood what the red lightning was. Arcturus' Wrath, also known as Primordial Thunder. At this moment, Andrew was already surrounded by Fenrir's dark aura, in critical danger. Without a second thought, he unleashed the red lightning

"Generate. Bleed. Serve the Canopy." Participant 61 didn't walk into the arena; he erupted into it. He was a massive, heavily scarred riveter from the deep kinetic forges. The Red Rust had completely consumed his nervous system. His aura, viewed through Marcus's Chrome Diamond pupils, was a terrifying, jagged storm of toxic crimson spikes. His eyes were entirely black, dilated with sheer, psychotic agony. He was no longer a man; he was a vessel of pressurized, violent kinetic sickness desperately trying to explode.

Raven didn’t hesitate. Nightfire roared through her veins, black flames bursting across her arms as she leapt forward, Shadow rising with her, merging with the power, giving her speed and weight as she slammed into the creature attacking Thorne’s wolf. The thing screeched, trying to twist away, but Raven’s blade found its throat, black fire searing into its flesh. It dissolved into ash with a final scream, the wind scattering the remains. Ragnar was lightning, bolts cracking through the mist as he struck two more creatures, their bodies bursting into smoke. Luca moved with brutal efficiency, blades flashing as he cut down another before it could leap onto a fallen wolf.

Valerius growled, preparing to release his protective mist. But it's not magic. It was the thermal sensor of the Vanguard Inner City Security Division's "Black-Widow" micro combat drone squadron. The drone's red eyes are not a curse, but rather a mini-sized nuclear-powered target locking laser. Before the ancient Alpha could even summon his arcane shield, a merciless barrage of hyper-velocity rounds shattered the concrete beneath his feet. As the mechanical swarm descended for the kill, Valerius realized with chilling dread that in this new metallic era, technology was the ultimate apex predator.

A rich-as-hell, terrifyingly powerful Alpha. Of the Nightfang Pack. And of course, because fate is a twisted, cruel little bitch—he’s sexy. Not just hot. Not just attractive. The kind of sexy that ruins lives. I’d barely glimpsed him during our short meeting, and my brain short-circuited. Broad shoulders, inked forearms, storm-colored eyes that looked like they’d seen too much. Hair black as midnight and slightly messy, like he didn’t care, he could make women combust just by existing.

he stopped when he saw her. "Crimson!" called the female speedster. "Shit! Get the plutonium outta here, now!" Just ahead of the truck, a woman was standing there, in the middle of the road. She was dressed in black and her face was covered. Crimson, the scarlet speedster, watched in horror as the woman on the road wielded some kind of large weapon that she held with both of her hands. "For Anna!" she muttered and activated the weapon which let out a large bolt of lightning and struck the truck.

Zitrey in black ninja outfit, stands firmly atop of people laid on the floor unconscious, with the blazing fire outside that reflects on the crystal windows, she was like a terrifying frosty avenger. The thugs on all the floors of this building was been wiped out by Zitrey, single-handedly. It's been a long time since she lasts done this; wiping the whole clan, an organization, or family, without letting any survivors left. No one knew what she looked like, nor knew that she was just a little kid, as she never leaves anyone alive. Public only knew it was her did, in the reason that she always leave a flower that looked like the color of blood behind, a spiderlily. Each corpse has its own flo

Keondra stepped back in a low whine. She stood before the mirror, her eyes fixed on the reflection that stared back. The glassy surface revealed a creature that was both familiar and yet, utterly alien. The fur was matted with blood, her eyes glowed with an unnatural light, a piercing red that seemed to burn with an inner fire. Red saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, forming a sticky thread that clung to the furry chin. Her gaze wandered down her body, taking in the thick, muscular limbs, the razor-sharp claws that gleamed like polished bone.

I lean forward, gently brushing the damp strands of hair from his forehead. Please, Moon Goddess… let him wake up. And if he does… don’t let him wake up cold—like Caspian did after receiving Jack’s alpha blood. Don’t let him look at me like I’m a stranger. Don’t let Fury forget me too. The memory of Caspian’s blank stare still haunts me. The thought of Fury doing the same sends a sharp pain through my chest. Then, without warning, Fury gasps—a sharp, violent inhale like a drowning man breaking the surface. His body arches off the bed as his eyes snap open, glowing blood-red and blazing with rage.

Red energy waves beat like Physical whip strokes through the room and threw Raven hard against the wall. He left the air. When he snatched his head in the air, he saw the boy in the incubator threw the head in the neck. Its skin was black, titan-like sheds covered, which flashes over its entire body to be extended. The delicate facial features distorted themselves to the fragment of a nightmare. When the boy – or what was left of him – opened his eyes, there was no whiteness, no more iris. Only pure, burning, karmesin red light. The presence of