Agent Nightfall Mga Nobela at Kwento

he shrugged nonchalantly. “I guess, I’ll see you when I see you after all these things are over then?” “Yup.” **** “Look Agatha, I know we are not here to rescue Nathan’s pack, but he is in deep shit right now. His new gamma is a traitor, his delta is a traitor too. If the Nightwalker and Black Moon Packs send a new batch of rogues to attack River Bed Pack, they would easily take over the pack, and defeating Phoenicia Covenant is no longer on the table,” I paced inside Luna’s chamber.

The villain will surely go mad seeing her body. [This blind date of hers is quite good-looking, too. No wonder the villain's been jealous for so long.] [Why are there so many people siding with the villain? How disgusting! She deserves her death! I really want to see the hero taking the villain down!] When I woke up once more, it was back to midnight again. The moonlight shone dimly into the lounge as my hand was on the window latch, about to open the window. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

"That is a death sentence. Their perimeter is lined with silver-mesh sensors and thermal imaging. You wouldn't make it past the first tree line." "I’m not going as a wolf, Nicholas," I said, leaning over the table. "I’m going as a ghost. I’ve spent months studying their technology. I know the frequency of their Aegis sensors. I’ve developed a chemical dampener, a spray that neutralizes the pheromones they use to track our scent. To their machines, I’ll be nothing more than a localized cold spot. To their guards, I’ll be a shadow." I saw the protest dying on his lips as he looked into my eyes. He saw the resolve there, the same iron that had kept me in the lab for forty-eight hours straight.

This was a win-win opportunity. Early the next morning, I received a call from her. Because I was worried that the Nightfang family would find me, I turned off my phone after I came out of the coffee shop. I didn’t turn on my phone again, except for last night when I called Larissa. Before hanging up the phone last night, I’d given her Estella’s landline number. Just as I expected, although I could sense how resistant she was to my offer, she finally agreed to my terms and told me that she had booked me a plane ticket for the Moonfall Army in the afternoon.

[WELCOME TO NEON GRAVE CITY] The destination sign at the front shifted, [NEON GRAVE CITY] flickering brighter. [WORLD TYPE: URBAN RUIN.] Images flashed briefly on the bulkhead monitor—broken skyscrapers, neon signs flickering in languages I half-recognized, streets choked with abandoned cars and something crawling between them. [OBJECTIVE: REACH CENTRAL TOWER BEFORE NEON NIGHTFALL.] [FAILURE CONDITION: PREDATOR RESPAWN INDEFINITELY. NO EVAC.]

“Yes, goodnight.” “Can I call tomorrow at a more favourable time?” He was telling me, not asking. I always thought it was hot, not anymore. I rolled my eyes at the innocent 26 year old version of the previous love of my life. “Yes. Yes, you can.” “Alright then, sleep tight.” He said and hung up. I sighed, placing the phone on my chest as I looked up to the ceiling. For a long moment, I just laid there, just listening to the faint hum of the apartment.

Then a small smile tugs at his mouth. “You look well.” he says through his smile. Heat immediately creeps into my face. Gods. Why is that somehow worse than Rowan’s nonsense? “Thank you,” I mutter. A smug grin spreads across Rowan’s face. “Oh, that’s interesting.” Luca kicks him under the table so hard Rowan yelps. Halfway through somewhat peaceful breakfast, Lyra casually drops a bomb. “Don’t forget the bonfire tonight.” I freeze. “The what?” I ask.

The man looked familiar—one of the soldiers who’d ambushed them in the Central Highlands. Four more men fell silently as the agents closed in. When buildings emerged through the gloom, the team spread out, surrounding and infiltrating the ramshackle dump. Thanks to a government drone, they knew the layout, and Gage approached the main building. The remaining guards were drinking and loitering near a burn barrel. The flames lit up the targets, and Gage slipped off his night-vision goggles as his men closed in like raptors, ending lives silently.

It exhausted me to walk towards the hospital while suppressing my drowsiness. Drowsiness couldn’t win over me, especially when I switched to the night shift. I could already see the tall hospital building and the people in the waiting area; the ambulance at the entrance of the ER; and the families crying and handling the paperwork for the morgue. "Yhra, have you shifted?" The guard at the table joked with me as I approached for my time card. "Yes, it’s my first day on the night shift. Suddenly," I replied, then he checked my bag and signaled that it was okay.