Agent Nightfall Novels & Stories

“Exactly.” The air shifted. Suddenly, the night came alive with unnatural silence, a predator’s stillness that prickled along Mira’s skin. "They’re here," Grey growled, partially shifting, his eyes glowing gold. Shapes emerged from the dark. Not Ghost Howlers this time but Circle agents. Dozens of them, dressed in black armor laced with silver threading, weapons gleaming under the moonlight. And at the center of their ranks, stepping forward as if she already owned the outcome, was Luna-22.

Rowan: “Colleges can wait. The world can wait. We’ve got one more summer to burn the sky down right.” Above us, the Milky Way shifts. The stars rearrange themselves into one quiet, blazing sentence: YOU WERE NEVER LEAVING. We stay on the field until dawn, laughing, crying, planning a year that belongs to no campus, no kingdom, no prophecy. Just us. Four days left of summer? Good. We’re going to need every second. The Last Night of Summer August 31, 2029 – 11:59 p.m., the ridge above Hot Springs

Through the glass ceiling of the subterranean chamber, a massive, holographic projection of the night sky flickered to life, fed by the city's exterior cameras. The orange glow of the burning Destroyer was gone. The stars were gone. The sky was completely, utterly black, blocked out by a shape so massive it defied comprehension. The Nullity had arrived. making planetfall?

I pointed at the surveillance screens. Tom followed my finger, only to see the screens showing Peter entering the residential area with a team of officers. The door was kicked open. Peter barged in, commanding, "Nobody move! Hands on your heads!" Tom raised both his hands slowly and smiled at Peter. "Officer, I'd like to report this security guard for altering the fire evacuation announcement to spread false information with the intention to blackmail." Peter ignored him and headed straight toward me instead. I presented him with the real USB, saying, "This contains the complete transaction record. Mr. Rowland's key is hidden in my pillow."

> TEAM BLOODSIGHT (Gargan the Executioner & Chief Tech Silas) > Inside the darkened red tunnel leading to the arena floor, the air vibrated with the deafening roar of the crowd. Agnes stood near the hydraulic blast doors, checking the tactical straps on her moonstone-reinforced combat vest. She wore dark, fitted fight trousers and heavy leather wraps around her hands. Her right palm bore the Starfall Fate-Ring, its uncut stone glowing with a steady, quiet silver light.

And yet, even if they are in a light slumber, they could still hear the murmurs between the two older agents. By the time that they arrived at the safe house, it was nearing night time. The sky was being painted by the hues of violet, blues and purples and that the surroundings were no longer in harmony with the birds but instead was singing with the crickets by the trees. Hestia and Albert were startled awake by the annoying sounds that the crickets produce, and that they figured out that they are already at their destination, at last. “We are here.” Agent 10 announced and got down first from the van. They then opened the door to the side where Hestia, Albert, Yulia and Freya will go out. “

Looked at Nathan and Arabella. “Twenty minutes,” he said. They waited. In Buenos Aires, Elias Thorne wiped down the bar, checked the clock—10:23 PM—and wondered if he’d live to see morning. Three blocks away, FBI agents moved into position. Two blocks away, Daniel Reyes checked his weapon and prepared to earn his money. And somewhere in the shadows, a third team watched and waited for their own orders. All of them converging. All of them ready. The clock ticked toward midnight.

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The lights in the dorm of the 6th floor, Room 19 were on, even when it was 2AM. Of course, this wasn't an unusual feat for roommates, Moon Cho-ae and Kim Young-mi, with the latter pulling her infamous all-nighters to maintain her ranking.

Noah leaned back into my chest, his fingers digging into my forearm, his head tilting back against my jawline. “We play Game 2 tonight,” Noah murmured, his voice steady despite the tension in the room. “We don’t let him intimidate the roster.” “We play,” I growled softly into his hair, my hand tightening over his hip. “And we tear his empire down on the ice.” The words settled between us like a promise. We both knew the next game would be about more than points. *** A sharp red chime rang from Agent Carter’s tablet. The screen flickered twice, replacing the street map with a flashing red alert box from the Boston Police Department dispatch grid.