Agent Nightfall Novels & Stories

But we could hear them. Kai’s wolves howling circling testing. Duskfang assassins silent waiting for the smoke to thicken. Riven stood at the edge of the shield blood crusted on his armor voice grim. “They’ll hit at noon. When the sun is highest and the smoke is thickest. We have hours. Maybe less.” Kael looked down at Flame cradled in my arms silver violet eyes open, glowing softly. “She’s not scared anymore,” he said quietly. She wasn’t.

"The Aegis burns through stamina fast. If he exhausts himself—" "He won't." I grabbed the comms mic again. "Jace, the agents are regrouping near the east goal. They're trying to flank you." "Copy." He spun toward the east end just as three agents burst from the shadows. He caught the first one with a wave of force that sent him flying into the net. The second one dodged, but Celeste was there, her movements a blur of gold light. The third agent raised something in his hand—a syringe, glowing faintly silver. The same binding agent the Ashfords had tried to use, but keyed to Volkov blood.

Then I type back. So am I. I turn the phone off. Let the silence settle. Tomorrow, we hunt sleeper agents. Tomorrow, we start dismantling secondary nodes. Tomorrow, the war moves again. But tonight— I train control. Because next time she comes— I won’t just survive the measurement. I’ll break the scale.

"How dare she! Who does she think she is?" ​I take a ragged breath, trying to force the Alpha back down. Relax, I tell myself. It doesn't matter. Soon, I’ll have all the information I need. I turn back to the Aegis-Locate interface. I’ve already authorized the payment—$4,500 for the "Premium Sweep." I refresh the page, expecting a dossier, a location, a list of her secret communications with the Nightfall manor. ​[INFORMATION SUBMITTED! THANK YOU. PLEASE WAIT 36-48 HOURS AND OUR TEAM WILL REACH OUT TO YOU.]

The flickering light registered first. It seemed to come from all corners of the room beyond the door, all directions until it replaced everything in Janice's world with cold fire. The door slammed behind her with a defiant thud, leaving her alone with whatever was causing the prismatic world. Slowly, images began to come to the forefront. An animated demon perched on a mountain, summoning spectral figures from the ground. A man, standing in a busy street, throws a Molotov cocktail into an oncoming car's window.

Behind them, more of their brothers arrived. Rising, August turned to his men. “Get going before they call their damned kids to get us!” He felt his feet move a few steps and saw the men turn to flee. He felt the world twist and the stone floor came up to meet him. August’s head smashed on down to the stone and his helm bounced, his eyes were full of stars but in a moment, his mind filled with darkness. *** Drust called up the descending grade of the cavern to Gonar, “Come along now. They will be here soon enough.”

Jules smiled and gestured me to go. As I walk my thoughts fly again. I also plan to visit mom in the hospital today because I’m sure her surgery is over. I quickly got to the locker room and quickly searched for my number. "2405, 2406, 2407,2408! Gotcha!" I smiled as I opened my locker but stopped suddenly when I saw an envelope in it. My hands shakingly reached for it. I open the letter wide-eyed. Good day Oxians! You are one of a lucky person invited to participate in a FALLING GAME.

She got up in a rush from their king-size bed and looked at the time. The time was 1: 00 am. “Today is the 2nd day of July 2019. Game on, Brother. Game on, F-ing Moon goddess!.” “Why are you speaking to yourself, my beautiful vixen?”. Salvatore inquired, yawning and putting his curling midnight hair in place. Velda stood by their large window staring outside at the full moon, she felt the moon mocking her. A single tear fell from her eyes. Salvatore rushed over to her, hugging her from behind. He kissed her red hair, adjusted her luscious hair from the nape of her neck, breathed on it, and gave her light kisses on the neck to the collar bone.

The Haunted Group As the first ray of dawn broke, Jack was already up, so he left the room. Sage woke up, she had a hangover, using her hands to touch her head, she looked around her, she tried to remember how she got in the tent, and that was when she had a sharp flashback of all that happened last night, she bent her head in denial, all she thought about doing was sneaking out of the tent and to avoid bumping into Jack cause she felt so embarrassed.

They all had their Bluetooths in. “Eleven-fifty-eight,” Bobbi announced from the doorway. She was keeping time. Anthony was down the hall next to the front doors. He was going to be the look out during the theft. Just in case some drunks or troublemaking kids showed up in the lot because they thought it was abandoned. It was New Year’s Eve – time of celebration and trouble. “All clear,” he said. “Now, M,” Bobbi practically yelled in her ear. Margo hit the enter button. They were in and money started to d******d immediately. Matter of fact, the virus was working better than Margo thought. The dummy account was already at sixty million.