Armed Detective Agency Novels & Stories

Everyone seemed to be busy with their own business. Walking halfway towards the private meeting room, a smart lady in her late twenties appeared. It was Adeline White, the only rose of all the thorns in the Crime Investigation Department. "Good morning Collins" She greeted him with a smile but the young man responded with a bland expression. The lady scoffed upon noticing his expressionless face. "C'mon, why don't you try smiling at least once, huh? Look, can't you tell everyone seemed to be scared of you?" She commented.

It can be said that we are influenced by ourarmy, and our government but no one can fully control us. We provide information to different departments. Like right now, there is so much drug dealing in our country. So right now we are working with the narcotics department." Umesh tell her. What he doesn't tell her is that they also work for criminals too. It is just they have to provide information. He also doesn't understand what exactly the agency wants. But thankfully their agencies have two values, one is to give justice and the second is never to harm an innocent person. "Then what about salary?" Shanaya questions. She knows her uncle has a good salary. And he often travels to different p

“Viper’s Den is an underground operation working for the government. “I know of four such organizations in Arcadia. “They are the Dragon’s Nest, Tiger’s Cave, Viper’s Den, and Wolf’s Den. These four agencies operate in gray areas, tasked with investigating serious crimes, apprehending fugitives, and taking down foreign forces. “Most importantly, they have the right to make arrests without charges or warrants. “This is what we call the license to kill.” Don explained softly and looked at the approaching group solemnly. A beautiful woman, the leader of the group, said curtly, “Oh, we have someone who knows his stuff. Saves me the trouble of explaining.”

“Detective Dawson!!” Even though the woman was just inches away from me, it seemed as if she was whispering the words; then suddenly, her voice became audible. “We need to go, it’s gonna rain cats and dogs,” she called out, it was one of the officers at the Los Angeles Police department, I didn’t even know her name.

The first agent through the door had kind eyes. That was what Aria noticed before anything else. Not the weapon, not the badge, not the backup team flooding in behind him. Just eyes that looked genuinely concerned rather than threatening. "Dr. Vale, my name is Agent Sarah Chen. FBI. I'm here to help you." "That's what they always say," Sophie replied, positioning herself protectively between the agent and her family. Behind Agent Chen, another team burst through the rear entrance. These wore no identifying badges, their tactical gear completely black, their faces harder.

One whiff and I knew she was a shifter. I was relieved to find that. It meant she wasn’t likely Raglan. “Hello,” she said coyly. “How can I help you, handsome?” I pulled out a fake badge and flashed it too her. “Agent Tom with the FBI ma’am, cybersecurity division. We’ve traced a breech to a top secret network at this location. You wouldn’t know anything about that, now would you?” “Of course not. Do I look like some sort of enemy to the state?”

Warren says. Gabriel’s eyes begin to glow and a psionic wave of energy hits Warren and he falls back onto the sofa. “That was easy. Now tell me who you are,” Gabriel says. “I am Detective Warren Peace, I work for a secret government agency that investigates and monitors supernatural activities.” “What is your goal here?” “There has been a rise in supernatural activities in New York, I am one of the many agents planted to observe and report,” Warren says in a weak voice. “How did you know about The Assassin sisters?” he asks and Warren makes a weird sound like a purring cat.

Alec Barley and his secretary, Linda Jefferson, ran it. Alec Barley, a massively built, raven-haired ex-detective, who had been kicked out of the force because of corrupt practices, and had set up the agency with money; inherited from his father, stood up as Natasha stepped into his office. He waved her to the chair in front of his desk. “Welcome to Springfield Investigators,” Barley said, as Natasha settled down on the chair. He sat down and smiled encouragingly at her. “What can we do for you?”

“Mr. Adrian.” Dante looked up. Detective Miller stood before him, still holding his small notebook, his expression worn with the fatigue of a city steeped in crime. Behind him stood a well-dressed man with a federal badge clipped to his belt. “Detective,” Dante greeted shortly. “Marco’s still unconscious. If you’re here for his statement, you’re wasting your time.” “I’m not here for him, Dante,” Miller said, sitting beside him while the federal agent remained standing, observing Dante like a specimen under glass. “This is Special Agent Ward from the DOJ. We need to align a few things regarding the… ‘incident’ in Alaska.”

“You think five years inside makes it all disappear? Your past will haunt you forever.” Richard’s eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of irritation crossing his features as his wolf pushed closer to the surface. “She just saved two lives. Everyone here saw it. You don’t get to talk down to her.” Anderson’s gaze shifted again, this time dropping to the badge clipped to Richard’s chest. I saw the exact moment recognition clicked. The air tightened. “Richard Grayson,” he said slowly, each word deliberate and sharp. “Drakoria Inspector, Central District Crime Unit. Number 325649.”