Agent Nightfall Novels & Stories

I needed to make myself as cruel as I could. “You’re mistaken, Mr. Moreti.” My voice was cold. “There was never a bed, it was just a night. One that is already forgotten, or are you so hung up on one flimsy night? One would think you were the virgin and not me. It’s just sex and nothing more, and whatever we had before that, a relationship or what not, it’s done as well. I’m sure I made that clear enough last night.” Lies. They were all brutal, ugly but necessary lies.

Rain pelted down in sheets, blinding me as it streamed over my face. Damn it. Was I going to freeze to death out here before Angelo arrived? I lay sprawled in the mud, gasping for air. I fumbled in my pocket until my fingers closed around the phone. The screen lit up, showing it was midnight. Headlights cut through the curtain of rain. A black armored car stopped in front of me. The door opened, and a pair of polished leather shoes stepped into the waterlogged earth. A tall figure slowly stepped toward me beneath the shelter of a black umbrella. I could only make out his jawline and a pair of tightly pressed lips.

After 5 minutes, I considered reactivating my boots since they had fully recharged, but Auth was not responding to my messages, so I needed to get down there somehow. So I kept falling until my vision zoomed out, indicating I was getting close to the building. I let myself fall for a second or two longer before I finally tapped the button to turn my boots on again, but unfortunately for me, I kept falling. I tapped it again, but still nothing. I just kept falling, and if I didn’t stop soon, I would end up planted face-first in the top of the building. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see whether I'd failed. Besides, I would feel it anyway, and then I'd kick the button one last time. I probab

It was programmed to be a perfect servant, a sentinel of the road that followed every law with a devotion no human could ever possess. When I blinked my eyes open forty minutes later, the lavender light had turned a sharp, sterile white. I looked out the window, expecting the familiar glow of my suburban streetlights. Instead, there was only the suffocating blackness of the dense evergreen forests. We were on a logging road, far beyond the city limits, climbing higher into the jagged teeth of the mountains. "Aegis," I said, my voice cracking. "Reroute to home. You've made a navigation error."

Quiet means the price I paid last night was worth it. As the minutes ticked by on the grandfather clock in the hallway, Luca’s anxiety began to spike. The deep, rhythmic tick-tock felt like a countdown to his execution. He knew Graves’ twenty-minute warning had been for their arrival, but he had no idea how long this miracle of a visit was supposed to last. Adrian hadn't given an exact curfew, which made the uncertainty even more agonizing. Was he allowed an hour? Two? Would Graves abruptly stand up and drag him back to the cage?

Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted across this dark, lifeless plain. In a different plane lied a primordial creature of the night finding solace in the eternal night that plagued his castle, the whistle and Chimes of fate had stirred his old blood awake. He knew that times were finally changing, and it seemed he had to get back to the game. "I wonder how Netherndel is faring, it's time I get back" his deep red eyes shone with a dangerous glint as he looked across the darkness, his eyes seemed to bypass the veil between planes for his gaze had a godly presence that came with it.

Gina muttered, her eyes darting toward the window. Through the neon-green smoke, she could see the lower valley. The Nightfang vanguard was being systematically surrounded by a secondary force of hunters—men dressed in heavy, silver-plated armor who had been hidden within the lower volcanic tunnels, waiting for the main vanguard to commit to the gates. It hadn't been a defense; it had been an encirclement.

I opened my eyes, the silver glow of my laptop illuminating the dark den. A notification pinged—a message from Collins. I didn't scan the words immediately; instead, I checked the global pack clock. It was eight in the evening in Mysticfall, which meant the sun was just rising over the Skydrivee ice. I tapped the link. [I am repaying the credits. I don't have the full sum available immediately, so I will settle the debt in installments.]

How could he have planned this and accused me of growing up too fast? Candido texted me. Do you like it? I looked down at it and replied. I do. Sleep well, Hedy. I set the phone down as Team Gamma-2 left the condo. My laptop chimed with a message from Armageddon. We’re going into the tunnels in three days.

The runner’s gaze drops, and for the first time he looks… uncertain. Nate watches the shift like a man reading a lock. Then he says, gently, brutally: “You’re expendable. But the people you’ve been helping kill aren’t.” The runner’s throat works. Finally, he whispers, “Operation Nightfall.” The room tightens. Melody’s pen appears instantly. “Define.” “Dawn,” the runner says, voice rough. “Before the palace shifts wake guards. One last crash attempt. Through linens again. If that fails, through the King.”