Fictional Spies Names Novels & Stories

- I don't trust any of them, that's why I'm still the golden maiden in the city. I laughed, but inside I felt sad for Cami. She wasn't that different from me at the end of it all. We keep telling each other things from the past, the present, the future.... We spent the whole afternoon talking about movies and books. She read a lot for the little time she had to herself. From what she had told me, she was one of the spies for her "family." Her physique made no one distrust her and she approached male agents more easily. He extracted information almost without doing anything. He confessed to me that sometimes he felt bad doing his job because it reminded him of what that man did to him when he

“What exactly are you implying?” “He was the one who helped Lila escape from my custody... She believed she was being taken to a human village. But she was deceived. She was not brought to the humans at all… she was taken to the Deltor’s Pack instead—” “SAY THE NAME OF THE SPY YOU’RE ACCUSING!” Ragnar’s roar cut through the chamber. “He was Lila’s friend... she trusted... He called himself Cairo... That was not his true identity... His real name… is Alpha Morvain.”

He should’ve been exhausted, too, but his mind was spinning too fast, replaying the night like a surveillance loop. Sutton had saved them tonight. She had figured out who the hacker was after containing the threat. “Miles Miller,” she had said earlier, sitting back in her chair, her voice low and clear despite how tired she looked. “Code name Ghost. He’s the one who took my spot at MIT after I gave it up to model.”

Zainal gave the verbal report while Ilham handed out the written report to Malikul with two hands. Wordlessly, he flickered open the report and read while listening to the verbal report by Zainal. “There’s a great number of spies that were unaware of. Lots of them come from the maids and butlers department.” “Yeah, servants are the famous department they like to infiltrate. If I were them, I’d also choose the exact route.” “Why is that, Your Highness?” Ilham couldn’t understand why and sounded offended as well. If they needed access, they should disguise themselves as one of the nobles. He heard that their acting was in the first class. It would be no problem for them to act like one of them

“Do you know how it is?” Moonlight paused a while to look around her. “Spices.” “Excuse me?” “Loren Saige; her codename is Spices. I think she received an anonymous tip from someone close to you and didn’t even fact-check.” “Still…” “Maybe that’s her move. Rat you out even with no evidence to cause panic.” Charles concurred with what she said and held out on his answer or a while. He can hear the escalating panic by the other offices around him either to scramble or try to summon strength to ask him directly.

My hand waved the paper in the air like a triumphant flag. “Our best buddy Damien was able to provide us the names of the rest of Ezekiel’s spies and who they are fake-mated to. He didn’t mention them leaving, so they are probably still hanging out and thinking that they are one-upping us. Plus, nobody has heard about what went down in Blacktree because we blocked their mind-links.” Everyone looked at each other and smiled. This was great news. Even better was the news I was about to share. “That isn’t the best part. He also wrote down the names of the informants in our pack who have been spying on us and sending information to Ezekiel. There are twenty-one names in total but three that real

W-03-Z was Tiffany Estes, who had only been there for about a year and was kidnapped from Milan County. "Heeeey 007, how's the spy gig?" Richard Smith, Elaine's coworker and best friend, poked in. "I am not a spy." He huh'ed as he slipped in and peeked at her files from over her shoulder. "You are using a fake name to gather intelligence and take down bad guys. You are totally a spy." She tried not to get amused by his comment. "Is there a reason you are here, or are you the comic relief?" Richard snorted. "One of those? The kind of name is W-17-D anyway?"

How interesting. "He did? You two? What was his name?" "His actual name, I didn't know. But his alias was Frederick, and he was a good sniper. He died a long time ago, and though he was a spy sent for us, I still respected him." Frederick. Frederick. Why does that name ring a bell? I've heard that name before. Surely, I must have, since such a person was sent alone on a dangerous mission like this—like I have. He must've been a former Elite.

He said and paused, I scanned his face and gritted out. “Get to the fucking point” He narrowed his eyes at me and said “You lack humor” He muttered and picked invisible lint from his suit and then, continued “Turns out, they'd been selling military secrets to their contacts. The mission was a setup, an easy way to eliminate them, but their contact warned them in time, and they managed to avoid the deathtrap. Ever since, they've been indebted to the guy and he goes by the name Phantom Viper" "Phantom Viper?" I asked doubtfully "Sounds like something out of a bad spy novel"

Pirate asked. “Makarius.” Pirate froze, then stood up so fast it was like he’d been electrocuted. He coughed, trying to play it off, but I wasn’t buying it. “What aren’t you telling me?” I demanded. “Nothing,” he said quickly. “Makarius is just a common name.” “Bullshit. Stop lying. I can see it all over your face.” He hesitated, then sighed. “Fine. I’m a spy.”