Agent Reid Novels & Stories

“The panther shifter’s locked up for another offense, and there have been no reports of disturbances lately. But it’s worth checking out. I suppose you are volunteering for the task?” “Yes.” “I volunteer, too,” Maya said, ignoring Luke gawking at her. “Two watchers are better than one.” “Three,” someone piped in from the door. Reese’s head popped in. “May I? I’m off duty this week to study, but I can study anywhere. I can help secure or defend if there’s trouble, and I can just hang out if there’s no trouble.”

Go and live a long and fulfilled life with Sol. As soon as he has uttered the words, I feel the corresponding item wrap around my tail. I can’t describe all the emotions that rush through me. Foremost is heavenly relief at the now very real possibility of coming back to life, back to Sol. For the first time ever, I understand what it means to cry tears of joy. But there’s still the matter of Spinstra’s coup. My reawakening as a sleeper agent didn’t go the way the Fate Weaver had planned it.

Cora “So you’re saying that you two have been working to take down the Chosen before the Reaping?” Elliot smiles like it’s his birthday and he just got the thing he wanted most. Thomas makes his way over to me and takes my hand in his. “Well, it is the three of us, “Rebecca states with a light in her eyes that shows that she is in this for the long haul. “Should I go over the areas that we have been working on Thomas?”

“I’ve been avoiding the Mythguard for a reason.” A man beside Everett stepped forward, his arms crossed. He looked just under Oslo’s age with thinning brown hair and grizzled cheeks. “What reason might that be?” Muriel held her tongue. The man opened up his posture with a look of apology. “I’m a representative of the Mythguard, Ms. Vale. Sebastian Hicks. I can assure you the Mythguard is only interested in your wellbeing and protection.” “The Mythguard is why she’s on the run in the first place,” Gavin snipped.

There was something in the presence of him that made everyone around him seem diminished, uneasy. I should have looked away. I knew that. But I couldn't. Something I couldn't name, a pull held me in place, my gaze fixed on him. Even from this distance, I could feel the cold, hard aura around him. Broad shoulders beneath a dark coat, the fabric stretched taut over his chest. The light traced the contours of his face—sharp, handsome. Godness, how could I use such words to describe The Reaper? Darius spread his arms wide. "Alpha Kael. Welcome. My pack is honored beyond—"

“I strongly suspect him.” I shake my head and sigh. “We can't be sure yet. I'd like to interact with him to see his reactions.” “No! You are not going close to him.” He objects immediately. His phone suddenly beeps, and he pulls it out of his pocket, looking at the screen. As he reads the message, a hard frown forms on his face. Curiosity washes over me, and I peep in to see what is in the text. “Rogues attacked. But we were able to put them off. We captured a few. One of them confessed to coming here for Elara,” the text from Reid reads.

Reid scoffs, snatching two glasses of Moët and downing them in quick succession. “She tried to reject me,” he spits, the words thick with anger and disbelief. I exhale slowly, my lips pressing into a firm line. I suspected this might happen. I glance at my friend, torn. If he knew why Gaia said those things, he wouldn’t be tearing himself apart like this. But I can’t tell him. If anyone had gossiped about what Claudia had endured, I’d have ripped their tongue out without hesitation. And Reid? He’d do worse. He has a talent for pain, which is why he commands the warriors.

Seeing the proof, the warrant for arrest was granted. Mr. Reid was in his house, alone. He had dismissed all his servants. He had managed to clear the media personnel that hung around his house. He was still in a rage that it was his daughter that sold them out. He hadn't even contacted anyone in the past week. He was trying to totally avoid being spotted by the government or any official. When he heard the knock on his door, he assumed it was his daughter who had returned so he went to open the door. Soon as he saw the uniformed men, he sighed in defeat. Offering them a small smile, he asked what they wanted.

The man staggered back, gasping for air, but Reid didn’t stop—he pivoted and slammed his elbow into the next attacker’s throat, dropping him instantly. Another man rushed from behind, but Reid twisted, caught his wrist, and drove a knee into his stomach. The man crumpled with a grunt, but Reid didn’t spare him a glance before turning to the next threat. Adam stood smirking, watching it all unfold. A chair scraped from behind me as another man charged for Reid with a broken bottle. Reid was faster. He sidestepped, letting the man fall forward before grabbing him by the neck and, with a sickening snap, sent him collapsing to the floor.

He says and walks to the other side of Gray's bed. " Hi." Reid tells me. That's one of his normal greetings since we barely talk. He always acts awkward around me. Don't know why. I think part of the reason is because he threatened me before and smacked my butt. " Hi." I reply. He nods and turns to look at Gray who hasn't let go of me yet. " Moskov is still missing." Reid states. " You really don't have to fight it Gray. You're still recovering and you should stop thinking about the Mafia." I tell him.