Agent Nightfall Novels & Stories

Anything Zen wanted, she would provide it without fail. Trapped between a killing doll and a mountain of muscles, Agni wiser chose to sit down and resign to his fate. Why would they invite an undertaker to join them in combat? He was used to handling the disposal of corpses rather than creating them. Thanks to the looking threat from a blind man, Agni couldn’t sleep the whole night. The dark eye bags he usually had from permanent night shifts were twice their usual shade. The white turban provided a stronger contrast to his tan skin and dark eye bags. Solemnly, he observed the strange mix of people recruited for this dungeon business. “God always has a plan,” Mikayla smiled at Agni’s unease.

The rest of the men were scattered along the block, silently cursing and calling for retribution. At exactly 11:45 pm, the night sky lit up with a brilliant and consuming light that put the colorful Las Vegas strip to shame. Gage watched in horror as the glorious Armageddon casino crumbled, descending into a sea of fire and ash. ⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜ Romero frowned in annoyance at his butler, who stood at the door, staring listlessly at him. “What do you want, Wallace?” He growled.

Jack went inside and found Mike waiting patiently by the door, practically vibrating with nervous energy. "So, did you get the stuff?" Mike asked. "Yes, Boss." "Good." Jack allowed himself a small, satisfied grin. "We will hit old man Winters' store tonight. Don't forget, Mikey." "Yes, Boss." In the main hall, the grandfather clock chimed twelve times, each note echoing through the sleeping building like a countdown. Mike and Jack grabbed their bags from underneath their beds, moving with the practiced quiet of boys who had done this before. Jack took out his flashlight, and together they walked slowly toward the window, careful to avoid the boards they knew would betray them. The floor crea

"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.

That man wants to see me dead! The time is thirty minutes to seven in the evening. Besides the waves, the approaching darkness would make an already dangerous situation even harder. A network of powerful spotlights mounted on hovering drones cast an eerie glow over the battleground. These drones, along with fixed cameras at each corner of the platform, ensure that every moment of the fight is captured in high definition for the gamblers watching from afar. Josh and I changed into simple wetsuits. With trembling fingers, I dialed Sarah's number as I waited. The weight of possibly saying goodbye without her knowing pressed heavily on my chest.

Gideon pulled his car to a slow halt near the quiet residential area where Angela lived in an apartment near the Silvermoon pack territory. Wrath had been restless the entire time, urging him, demanding him to go to her. Something was wrong. And Gideon knew better than to ignore that instinct. His wolf never pushed without reason. The urge to see Angela clawed through his veins like fire. “Alpha, the lights turned off after ten. We assume Ms. Clampitt has retired for the night. We’ve secured the perimeter. All clear.” One of his bodyguards reported him through the mind link.

*NIGHT* 8:00 PM Back in the room. Safe. Nico and I didn’t talk for an hour. Too much. Then: How was it he asked. Hard I said. But I did it. Yeah he said. You were amazing. You didn’t break. Neither did you. *CHECK IN* 10:00 PM Agent Collins: Day 1 done. 4 more witnesses tomorrow. Then it’s closing. After she left: My name is Aria Bennett. And today I told 12 strangers the worst night of my life.

“Ayla, you are fated to be a celestial guardian. There’s a war and you have to fight.” Nash, whose lifeless body was being carried away from the camp stained by blood. “I’m going to kill him too.” On one side, Adon’s foot pressed against Ler’s neck, who was lying unconscious on the floor. On the other, Lux clutched Nox’s skull with only one hand. “Who will you choose?” It was her fault. Suddenly, Ayla was awake, sitting on her bed and choking back tears, with her hand clutching her chest as if it could help to calm a pain that had nothing to do with her body.

"Hello?" "Today, I get my revenge," Kyong Konu declared before hanging up. A chill raced up Hae Mina's spine. What is he going to do? Hae Mina lay on the bed in a fetal position wondering why he had not struck before, and then she realized the one factor that was different today. He had been waiting for Nightide to get far enough away that he could cause her harm before they could save her. Ten minutes later, her phone rang again. She jumped in the air and froze on the bed. When the phone continued to ring she edged forward and answered, "Hello?"

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