Nightwing Killer Novels & Stories

He was huge, his face hidden behind a tactical mask. “Swan,” he rasped, the sound like sandpaper on bone. “I know you are here.” I said nothing. I pressed myself further into the corner and raised the knife, even though my hand was shaking so badly I could barely hold it. He tilted his head, almost amused. He leveled a silenced pistol at my chest. I closed my eyes, bracing for the impact, but the shot never came. Instead, something fell from above. Ace descended from the rafters swiftly, like a predatory bird, and tackled the killer to the ground with a heavy impact. In a flash, he pinned the man down with a knee on his chest and a firm grip around his throat. The fight was quick, violent, a

He’s willing to die tonight I realize, in the hopes of landing one lethal hit. A low snarling growl pierces the night air, the only warning I have before Nick’s muscular wolf launches himself at our attacker. I ease my finger off the trigger knowing I won’t be able to get another shot in, especially not when their two feral forms battle for dominance.

At Killer, it was a lethal hit. Junior noticed his gloves were of lower quality than his opponent's, therefore they had spoilt. Junior attempted to take it from his right hand. Killer did not know that would aid Junior in finishing him in time. Junior's attention was drawn to how to remove his soiled gloves, and Killer used the opportunity to hold him for the second time. He considered hoisting Junior up, but he was too quick to descend through his back and hit him. Putting Killer to sleep.

His mind ran on her. The final night went bad. An ambush. Two men he didn't recognize, both armed. He took the first one down with a bottle to the throat. The second got his arm around Vincent's neck from behind. He slammed them both backward into a concrete pillar, felt ribs crack—not his—and twisted free. The knife came out. It was over in seconds. His knuckles were split. His ribs ached. There was blood on his shirt. Not his. He didn't check for new wounds. He didn't have time.

"Before I kill you." "Rush Balista, Leader of the Hunter Warrior Clan." He smiled as he took a step forward. "Now, you... are... mine." He leaped for me, but I grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the sliding glass doors. Glass crashed outward with him, splintering into the living room as Rush fell backward off the balcony, followed by his partner. They both flailed their arms and legs in the air as they fell hard onto the grassy courtyard. They got up, and then other members of Nightshade saw us and pointed up. They started climbing the side of the Compound, headed toward us, roaches crawling after fresh meat.

Killing intent flooded the space—dense and suffocating, like a rising tide that surged into a violent tsunami crashing straight toward Evan. Nightingale, dressed in black, melted into the shadows. Only the cold flash of her dagger betrayed her presence. Butcher raised a sniper rifle nearly as tall as a man and unleashed a barrage at Evan. This time, he had even loaded internationally banned dumdum rounds, determined to kill in a single shot. Predator drove forward with a full-force punch—raw, destructive power paired with terrifying speed. Specter's visor flickered rapidly, analyzing and predicting Evan's next move as his body dissolved into shifting shadows.

He crushed their heads and their chests without showing any mercy before throwing their bodies towards the shadow warriors who were assigned to take care of the dead bodies. They were instructed to set the vampires on fire as soon as they threw them inside the pit. Soon, the whole atmosphere filled with the burning smell of flesh. Everyone growled in disdain, but they were set to hunt tonight, not only to kill. Nick and Onyx targeted vampires with faint heartbeats. Nolan and Graham targeted wolves with vampire abilities, while David, Elvin, and Heath targeted all the rogues and wolves. The warriors from the other side of the border started killing rogues with arrows laced with wolfsbane unde

“To be fair, we saw it coming. We just wanted to be extra sure.” “So, she’s behind his death?” I questioned whilst folding my arms. I could see Jacob and Jackson scrunch their faces in what I assumed was disgust, but Hunter still had his expression etched in indifference. “Yes. The bitch isn’t the goody two shoes damsel in distress we thought she was. The Luna of the Shadow pack paid a visit and somehow, we found out that killing Nik was just one of the processes under the order to get under the skin of the alpha of the Griffin-howl pack. It was beautifully strategized if you ask me.”

We needed a plan of attack… we needed justice. We were ambushed last night. Silver nets. Wolf-steal. Ward-smoke that clawed at the lungs. My guards dropped one by one, and I now knew who was responsible. The Long Lake Alpha, Anthony. I killed the gamma that tried to collar me, just before I felt a bullet pierce my chest, and it nearly took me down. I was weak and tired, not to mention humiliated. I was a goddamn vampire prince, and lowly werewolves managed to take us by surprise. Take me by surprise.

’ Bastet growled, circling up before lunging at the wolf, going for the throat. As my attacker went to the ground, a howl of pain caught my attention. I watched Wade’s wolf stumble before collapsing in a lifeless heap. He did it! Nigel did it! He killed Wade! As I moved to congratulate Nigel, I noticed him looking unsteady on his paws. I rushed over to his side as he collapsed, shifting back to his human form. I could see the varied and deep gashes Wade had left in his human form. I didn’t think twice. I shifted back, collapsing next to Nigel in tears as I could hear his heartbeat growing softer.