Red Nosed Raider Novels & Stories

The raiders' flag was dyed black with a white triangle as the background of the gray skull at the center. They were planted on top of the armored nuclear cannons, a destructive vehicle that has been torturing them under fire for a while now. If those weapons continue for a few more hours, then the entire village will be wiped out with no survivors.

And Razor, the suave fast-talking scout who flew under the radar like a ghost. Naros, a stockily-built man with a bald head and facial scar that ran from his brow to his jaw joined the group, arriving first. He used to be the enforcer for a rival family, feared on both sides. His knowledge of the dark, hidden underbelly far outweighed theirs. The last person was Dreda, diminutive in voice and actions but lethal where it counted — a tech-head. They had been saved by her hacking into a system more than once.

This ensured that any losses from counterattacks or reprisals were minimized. Freya’s shield was riddled with cannonfire from numerous drones, but it held firm. She upped its repairs while she continued to dash around the perimeter. “Looks like they finally wised up,” she said. “It only took, what, four settlement attacks until they got their shit together?” Behind her was Raijin and Max, both in Stormrider mecha as well. Behind them was Xylo, in her own mecha as usual. This time however, they had eschewed the Prophet’s White and Gold paint scheme. They instead replaced them with the colors of the Ravens - a matte black with hues of blues and greens and purple under the right angles.

Yet another reason he wasn't interested in having a luxury resort anywhere near the town of McFall. He set his mouth in a firm line and stalked toward the SUV. The driver's door opened, and a shiny black high-heeled pump emerged, followed by a shapely calf. Surprised, Hunter stopped, watching as a petite redhead stepped out of the car. Her hair was done up in one of those fancy, efficient updos with a few loose wisps around her face, which was obscured by large designer sunglasses. Hunter's eyes zeroed in on sensuously shaped ruby-red lips.

Raider's thoughts raced and were full of worries about betrayal that made him uneasy. Cassandra stopped in a quiet corner. Raider leaned against the wall as he was trying to see where she was headed. In the low light he noticed a man standing there with his broad shoulders and strong posture clear to see. It was Rax Moore, the Gamma of their pack. Raider felt his stomach turn when he saw it. Cassandra moved closer with her face glowing with a look he had never seen aimed at him. “Rax,” she said softly, with her voice sweet and gentle.

Inside the leader’s pocket, Rina’s watch ticks to exactly 4: 25. The gangster crouched over Rina, Number Two, has more presence of mind and the sight of the oncoming rescuers impels him to action. In desperation and against all logic, he reaches for the folded knife jutting out of his catatonic boss’s back pocket. Influencing the story from high above, the rest of the Ravens have finished their circle. They dive towards Rina in the aggressive shape of a kamikaze fighter plane.

Just feeling the caffeine enter my body was good enough. "Feeling better?" Hunt asked, leaning forward and drinking from his own mug. I nodded and then got down to finishing the rest of my sandwich and coffee. When I was done, I felt warm inside and happy too. It'd been long since I'd felt either of those things. "We'll be moving the traps further into the woods this year," a burly man in a red and black plaid shirt said as he walked into the store with a rifle in his large hand. He wore a dirty brown cap over his head with thin strands of dark hair sticking out front underneath. There was something about him that reeked of danger. I could smell it all over him along with the strong stench o

She held out her pinky, something that the travelers from the city had taught them. However, Ryder shook his head. “I don’t like a pinky promise. It’s girly.” Raeya laughed at that. “Then what do you suggest? We should have something to seal the deal.” Ryder formed a fist and touched it gently at the back of her left palm. “I’ve seen the others do this. It just looks cool. Rakhn Nishi.” She smiled and responded, “Rakhnis Rei.” At that moment, both of them thought they were just seeing things. They thought the fireflies had suddenly covered them.