Red Night Fury Novels & Stories

, he’s shaking as the dagger fell to the ground. “The known killer of Werewolves?” Other were-rogue asks. I devilishly smirked doing my attack towards the naked man. Throwing my dagger straight to its heart. They alerted themselves as they saw how their companion turns to ashes. “Yes. I am Death. You want to be one of my favorite collections?” I showed myself yet they can’t see my face due to the black skull mask I’m wearing. They should have attacked me but my hands are quicker than them. I pulled two of my 45 caliber guns. And shoot their foreheads and hearts making their early death. My gun has a silver bullet that contains the same mixture of venom and wolf's bane.

Full attack. I nodded. "They are not deserving of kindness." Nikolai smiled. "I approve of this new you." I turned aside and concentrated on the path forward. Dark and gloomy, the docks loomed far off. Between the containers—guards, mercenaries, Dmitri's men—shadows moved. Leo cut the engine parked behind a line of abandoned cars. "We go in silence until we can't." I chatted about a bullet. "Let us create some noise."

"Grk…!?" The damage is immense! I didn't switch to 'Hard-Defensive Cladding' fast enough…! I need to switch it back to 'Presence Sensing' or else I can't see the following attacks…! If only I had Nightmare's 'Anticipation'…! "AHHH!!!" Night Fury screamed in agony. Another slash is coming from the left…!? THUNK!!! When I blocked it with my scabbard— she threw a left hook punch. This pattern again!? 'Counter Cladding'!

As I sensed some movements in the dimly lit alley, a subtle rustling that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on her hand, preparing myself for the unknown. Four figures materialized from the darkness, their menacing presence unmistakable, they were Lycans. Among them, one stood out, adorned in a reddish-white royal robe that billowed around its powerful frame. Its eyes burned with an intense crimson glow, captivating and unnerving simultaneously. This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack.

Then he noticed new snakes forming, mostly from bloody parts. “Damn it! They're regenerating!” he yelled out in alarm. Fury looked behind and saw the shocker. He growled in anger, the sound rocking Lutz's body. The snakes behind were getting closer and would lunge at their backsides soon. But this was where Fury's powers came in handy. His eyes blazed red and a sandstorm erupted between them and the army of snakes. It whirled them up, a storm of impenetrable dust and took them far off.

The crimson hue of his fur glistened under the sunlight, radiating an eerie glow that heightened the ominous atmosphere. Devin's eyes, once filled with an unsettling madness, now burned with an intensity that pierced through the chaos. They gleamed a deep, blood-red, reminiscent of smoldering embers in the dead of night. It was a visual testament to the untamed power coursing through his veins.

The heavy armored door of the Nightfall SUV didn’t just shut; it sealed like a coffin lid, and the twelve minutes Ryan had promised were already bleeding away into the gray Northern mist. The engine roared beneath us—a low, rhythmic grinding that felt like a misaligned heartbeat against the soles of my boots. Ryan was in the driver’s seat, his knuckles a stark, bloodless white on the leather steering wheel. In the rearview mirror, his amber eyes were clinical, tracking the biometric lag of the boy sitting behind him. He wasn't just driving a car; he was piloting a mobile cage.

Fury burned through me like a second heartbeat. He dared raise an arm against his own. I would kill him. With my own hands, I would rip his fucking heart out. But first… I kept moving. Kept cutting men down, stepping over their bodies with my eyes locked ahead. Until I was standing in front of him. Rorden. Seated atop his black warhorse, his armor was dark and splattered with the blood of my people. His face was marred with black paint, a grotesque mask of war, but it was his eyes that froze me.

Midnight. Lightning tore the night sky over the Old City apart. Four black SUVs charged through the pouring rain, throwing up massive sheets of water as they flew over the overpass. "Floor it!" Shinjiro barked from the passenger seat, his eyes bloodshot. "No more hiding. We’re erasing these Moretti bastards tonight." The armor plates rattled as the trucks accelerated, their high beams cutting through the harbor fog. Lina snatched the encrypted radio off the table, hitting the channel. "Dominic! Do you hear me? Pick up!"

I can’t wait to paint that pretty ass of hers red for this disrespect. He secured the scarf and swung his leg over his bike; the bright red Honda Fireblade gleamed as the early morning sun touched it, while Justin gave him a wide grin. ‘It was a mighty fine little ass to, pert and firm, perfect for spanking.’ With his mind full of the image of her naked body, he swung his leg over his more conservative jet black Kawasaki Ninja. Both bikes purred rather than roared into action, belying their powerful engines as the two men manoevred them gingerly onto the highway heading for their MC.