Red Night Fury Novels & Stories

she swore and gestured towards the window which was directly facing the gate from afar. She shifted the curtains away from the window and peeped through the window frame. To her greatest surprise, she saw alpha Ryder convey. Three cars stopped at the gate. However, all three cars were painted black to identify the pack where the cars came from. Since Alpha Ryder's pack name was Black Soul Pack, all their cars were painted dark black. There was no mixture of any color.

Frankie POV I love getting out on the stretch of road between Cold Moon Territory and the city. It is my moment to be a little rebellious, and put the gas pedal to the floor in my Dodge Charger SRT Hellcat Widebody. She’s pure sleek muscle, fast as hell, and purple. And when I am driving her, I am just Frankie not the Alpha Heir. Between the rogue attacks and Nikki, I haven’t been to the city in a bit. I am not complaining, I rarely actually go to the city, but I am meeting someone who supposedly has some intel on the rogue attacks.

His turquoise orbs shone with cruel fun. He resembled a hauntingly beautiful yet mysterious artwork. I grasped the end of my blanket tightly, hoping that it would provide me some sort of warmth or a sense of security. But nothing could make me feel safe now. My insides seemed to be burned and engulfed by a wicked wildfire as I started panicking. I was in the same room with a ruthless man, who was rumored to having left his humanity at the pit of hell and he broke in. My first instinct was to scream, but I couldn't. Nothing came out of me, I felt myself being paralyzed, just like those nightmares.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"

Beta Connor began to order before he felt as if he were choking. "All these people willing to die for you while you remain grounded," Black continued. The Mad One had remained perfectly still, but his predatory eyes were now staring at the Red Moon Beta. Connor felt as if he'd been crushed to the ground by the enormous pressure of the power unleashed by Alpha Black. He trembled with fear as he saw everyone around him start to howl and writhe under the pain of this legendary wolf's black aura.

The intruder groaned and tried to reach out to Johan, but Dorin sent his elbow down on the man’s head. It never connected. The man, with unbelievable strength, stood up with the two still holding on to him. The two young mages stepped back just in time as the man sent a volt of dark energy through his body. Dorin’s burnt bed burst into black flames. “Black fire!” Johan gasped. “From the underworld furnace.” Johan picked up Dragon from the desk he was sitting on. “It turns everything it touches to cinder...” “We need Holy flames to purify it...” Dorin finished. “Can you do it?”

“Good. Just in time.” As night fell, the two of them rode into a clearing beyond the great forest. In its clear center stood a large tree, a giant and ancient thing, its bark gnarled and twisted like flesh bent under the hands of a supernatural torturer. From the shadows beneath it Drust emerged to greet them. “Ah, those with courage to ride in the fresh night, I salute you,” Drust called out, his arms moving up a little swathed in his robe. Ragala whispered to Weaver, “This one is dark, mistress. Very dark indeed. His soul is black enough to hide the stars.”

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.

The silence that descended upon the bunker was heavy, suffocating, a physical weight that pressed against my eardrums. It was broken only by the wet, tearing sound of the black Dire Wolf panting. Steam rose from Nash’s fur in thick, billowing clouds, his massive body heaving with the exertion of the violent shift and the brutal kill. He stood over the crumpled body of the mercenary, a dark god of war amidst the ruins of the high-tech bunker. His red eyes glowed in the dim light, scanning the room with a predatory focus that made my skin prickle.