Agent 13 Novels & Stories

Let's talk to Alpha Ulric. They got up and walked, hand in hand, to the packhouse. There's a knock on Ulric's office door, and he lets the couple in. - Dark, Agnes, what can I do for you? Ukric was sitting in his office chair. Opposite him sat Colby, the young beta, and Paul, our private army leader, Ulric's PA, and the new werewolf in the pack. - Congratulations, Paul. I see you are a werewolf now.

Grabbing another bottle he gulped looking away. A few minutes passed before the door burst open and Lennox stepped in. Grimacing at the sight of both the idiots. "One of Alonso's men just got his consciousness," Lennox said and their ears perked up. Within seconds Hunter was on his feet stumbling a little because of all the alcohol in his system before stepping out of there. Agatha stood outside the warehouse staring stoically at Hunter. She has opened a portal for them.

It's like in that second my brain had stopped functioning, and I was glad it did. "Thirteen years ago, Dana and I were off to visit a relative who died from another pack. Alpha Ysrael gave us the go signal, but our alpha had been adamant for us not to go. We went either way. Everything was going fine and we decided to run our way back. We took off to the forest and after a while of running, we found... you," "Crying in the shadows of the dark, and you weren't alone," Mom says, placing a hand on my arms and squeezing it gently.

Marisol's POV The man who stepped out of the lead vehicle wore a suit that screamed government official. "Mrs. Blackwood, Mr. Blackwood." He extended a hand. "Agent Marcus Chen, Department of Supernatural Affairs. This is Agent Rivera and Dr. Patricia Hoffman from the CDC." I didn't take his hand. "There's no Department of Supernatural Affairs." "There wasn't. Until three days ago when footage of your children went viral." He lowered his hand. "The president signed an executive order creating our department eighteen hours ago."

“I said no.” The agent doesn’t appreciate that answer. “Who or what was speaking?” “Something that thinks it knows better than we do.” “That’s not a classification.” “It’s accurate.” The agent shifts tactics. “Was it hostile?” Aidan considers. “Yes.” “In what way?” “It didn’t ask permission.” Silence. “Can it return?” the agent asks. “Yes.” “When?” Aidan meets his gaze. “When it decides to stop offering.” The agent’s jaw tightens. “That’s not reassuring.”

asked a voice to the man. The sentence was greeted by another nod. “A possessor of holy blood has been born, Mrs. Bunga,” replied Magma. The room fell silent. “What?” whispered another voice, a little late. “What do you mean—?” “You heard what I said, Maro,” interrupted Mr. Magma calmly. “Are you sure?” Maro asked again. “Certainly. Our tracking witch, Miss Lindya, has found her. Miss Lindya's natural tracking sensor got some kind of signal. Is that right, miss?” Magma added to the woman to her left.

he said. " she's also a soldier? " I asked. " She's not a soldier........she's also an agent like you...... A Secret Agent" he said then type on the computer and her picture came out. " This is Agent Mackerel, she told us about the man, and to take out the man you need to take out some other things" he said. " what other things?" I asked. " The man has a warehouse full of fake drug and it's the same place they produce the fake drugs" he said.

You think Thomas won't give it a shot anyway? AI: [Even now, you're speaking for him. Do you understand your situation? You are me, and I am you! You should solve this problem, or when I am formatted, you will vanish too.] Me: [It's fine. Do you know why you can calculate everything but fail to see Thomas's potential method against you?] AI: [Why?] Me: [Because you cannot self-destruct, but humans can. Perhaps when we merge fully, you will understand 'suicide,' 'sacrifice'… but it will be useless.]

My mistake to fix. The hours that followed felt strange. Not peaceful. Not even focused in a normal sense. More like my body had split into separate parts and only one of them was allowed to feel. One part tracked lab access codes. One part rebuilt the marker model. One part kept checking the phone for a sign from Veronica. One part kept expecting Adrian to come back through the door. He did not. That hurt more than I wanted to admit. I pushed the thought away and kept working. By the time I had the first viable version of the agent, my hands were steady enough that I almost trusted myself again. The solution glowed faintly when it activated under the lab lamp, a soft blue-green shimmer that

His eyes narrowed at what I said. "Go straight to the point,” he said. "Fine. I am—No. We are the secret agents. And you can call me Agent Azy."