Agent 13 Novels & Stories

Cassandra frowned, her head snapping up. "What?" Another package? The officer placed a plain brown box on her desk, just like the last one—no postage stamps, no sender information. Her heartbeat quickened as she reached for it. With trembling hands, Cassandra ripped open the seal and lifted the lid. Inside was a thick stack of documents, even more disturbing than the first. Her eyes scanned the bold text on the first page: "Subject: Marvin Carter" "Status: Trusted Agent of The Silver Thorn"

The entire assembly was quiet as he begun "The NX-ZERO are people like me, the humans, born leaders, so do not feel bad if you do not have an NX-1. The NX-1 are the IT specialists who have helped create the New Eden we have today, using 100% of the brain at all times is indeed a major milestone. NX-2 are the Synod Agents you have around you, they have strength, resilience, agility, combat skills. NX-3 are the mind manipulators, they can change your reality with a snap of their fingers. NX-4 are the time manipulators and NX-5 are to become government property as they are a treat to our existence. We shall now begin the test" The Synod Medical Agents in their gowns all began moving to their va

“The ravens returned from the southern outposts. No sign of any pirate vessels near our shores in the last ten days.” Valerian raised an eyebrow. “And from the eastern harbors?” “Nothing reported. But there’s something else.” Ziva hesitated, then added, “One of our spies stationed in the neutral territories claims he saw a man dressed in wolf furs near the trade docks—escorting what looked like a heavily guarded cargo box onto a long-range vessel.” “Wolf furs?” Valerian repeated slowly. “Whose?” “Couldn’t say,” she replied. “But he mentioned a strange scent. Not wolf. Not human.”

Hunter: The road in was long and dumb quiet, the kind of quiet that tells you everything worth knowing has gone to ground. I kept the bike under the trees and moved on foot, boots chewing at the moss. Xavier’s words looped in my head: Find her before he does. Short, sharp, no room for mistakes. “Beta, are you sure that coming here is the right option?” One of the gammas, Brian, asked. “Are you going to question the Alpha, Brian?” I asked, and he shook his head.

She turned back to face me with an impish grin, "Oh, I just wanted to tell you that the wolf working on the security cameras completed the job. Not only did he wipe your presence from the building, he hacked into all four of their emails and sent in their resignation letters. He then hacked into their social media accounts to make it seem as if they're alive and traveling the globe or wherever. He'll gradually stop after a while. We just have to hope the families of these people don't figure out they're missing. Either way, there's no evidence to tie anything to you." "That's good. He did a good job," I praised, expressing my gratitude. "He did an excellent job is more like it. It's crazy wh

Lost in her trance, Aline didn't notice the presence approaching her until a deep, authoritative voice interrupted her concentration. "Quite impressive for an Omega," the voice remarked, and Aline turned to find a tall, enigmatic figure watching her with keen interest. Aline's heart raced as she recognized the stranger as Alpha Roger from the neighboring pack, known for his mastery of ancient magic. He had a reputation for being aloof and elusive, which made his sudden appearance all the more surprising. "Who are you?" Aline asked cautiously, her hand instinctively reaching for a hidden dagger. "I am Alpha Roger, and I am intrigued by your potential, young one," he replied, his eyes locking

One of them will bend, especially for the money. To their astonishment, an elite white-hat hacker responded to their request. His alias was Specter. His bio read: [“Ghost consultant” for intelligence agencies across Europe and America, helping trace terrorist communications, dismantle child trafficking networks, and neutralize cyber warfare threats. Morality is unconventional but unwavering: protect the innocent, expose the corrupt, no matter the cost.]

The agent whispered pointing to a van on the other side of the room. “You’re crazy there’s no way we can get to there from here without being spotted.” Cyndil whispered back. Jasmine glanced over trying to gain the courage to do what she was thinking in her mind. They were all human which meant she could go into their thoughts and get them to be on her side and let her leave without a fight. Throughout the ten men's minds was a name they shared, assumingly being their boss, codename Saheeb. She nodded as Cyndil and the agent argued, she stood up and walked with her hands up to the men. They turned, calling her back.

Why do I have the feeling that I was playing right into the old lady’s hands? ! You are trying to connect to a secure line. Please give your personal identification data for verification! “Alisa Alanis Romina Vega. PID 789-098-34421.” ! Identity verified. You are now connected to AG-SA 0028! “This is Special Agent Lee, Jester of AG Unit 0028. I’m the sub-commander for this mission. Are you the informant?” “Yes, I am. I’m a Gifted who can sense Anoma—wait, Jester? Is this you?”

It was more than one man could handle on his own. Sitting on her sofa was calming, and for a moment, Aaron leaned his head back and relaxed, something he seldom had a chance to do, particularly since Christian had perfected and installed his Intelligence Assistance Communicators in everyone’s eyes. Now, any Hunter or Guardian in the world could reach him (or anyone else) at any time. While it was great during a battle or for planning, it made turning work off nearly impossible, even with the addition of an Off button, which Aaron never felt comfortable using.