Modern Spy Novels & Stories

“Very smart.” Diego smirked. “Luca the Ghost.” Milo raised his bottle slightly. “To Luca.” We ended the call. The silence after was thick with something like pride. I said out loud. “We need more like him. Diogo is doing signs and wonders in Greece. We can trust only him to cover Greece for us, but we need more like Luca.” “More spies?” Bukky asked. I turned to face them all. “Spies are cheaper than satellites. Quieter than cameras. More loyal than the metal we buy. Luca played a smart game on Lorenzo. I mean, no surveillance tool could’ve done that.”

Even the council couldn't question the legality of the arrest now. Osiris really knew how to navigate through difficult politics! Once the howling subsided, Osiris lifted his hand and silence returned instantly. His gaze settled upon the chained man. “Speak.” Every eye focused on the prisoner as he choked out. “My… My name is Elvis Brown." The man swallowed hard. “I work for the Special Forces of the Mystic Shadows Pack.” The entire clearing exploded. “What?” “Special Forces?” “A spy?” My gaze snapped toward Jace. Every trace of color drained from his face.

“Yes. Mark has been able to hack Luca's account in order to retrieve his messages. We are trying to find out who the spy is.” My interest was successfully piqued, “What have you found?” “The spy's name is Nightshade.”

Their guide sat on a rock and watched them quietly as she and Oscar hurriedly prepped for their mission. Colonel Briggs, the senior commanding officer of her battalion had called them the previous night for a meeting. They had barely entered his tent before he dove straight to the matter at hand. “I just recieved intelligence from the CIA that Mustafa, the head of the terrorist network we have been tracking for some months now is meeting with an arms dealer tomorrow morning at the outskirts of Baga town. I am sending you two because of your records as the best snipers in this unit. You are to set up communication with me once you get to the rendezvous point. One of the locals will show you t

Zayne replied. "You leave believing or not to us." Jayden replied impatiently. "We need you guys here too, it will start to look suspicious when these guys notice we are the only ones here and the others are not." Jason said. "Zayne spill the name and get the h*ll out of that room now." Derrick ordered pacing up and down at his hideout. "Here goes nothing guys." He said and sighed. "Theodore is the spy. I hope you take that well." He announced and left the workspace without looking back.

Striker said. “You’ve seen the data. Have you seen the list? Maybe some changes or a name are missing,” Spade muttered. “We’re going through it right now,” Striker replied. “With all these advancements, maybe someone has invented something to block the monitoring tools you have. I don’t know, I’m not an expert. Maybe you have to recheck your IT or any computer experts. What do you call that person whose life is created to be a spy in foreign countries?” “A sleeper cell?” Moses smiled.

Scorpion glanced at him briefly, then returned his eyes to the road. At a red light, Spider reached into his pocket and pulled out the dead man’s wallet. He flipped it open methodically. An ID card slid halfway out. He frowned and pulled it fully free, studying it under the dim dashboard light. “Ex-military,” he muttered. Scorpion turned his head slightly. “You sure?” Spider nodded. “Special forces. Discharged two years ago. Clean record on paper.” Sarah stiffened in the back seat. Her fingers tightened around the edge of her seat as the implications sank in.

"Because you didn't want anyone to hurt you again." "Yes." The air was cold. Sharp. I could see my breath. "Thank you. For protecting us." "I'm not doing this for gratitude." "I know. But still. Thank you." We sat in silence. His fingers moved across the keyboard. Code scrolling on the screen. "I found something," he said suddenly. "What?" "The spyware signature. It's military. Like I thought. But the specific variant... it's only been sold to three government agencies." "FBI?" "One of them. The other two are CIA and NSA."

One of them will bend, especially for the money. To their astonishment, an elite white-hat hacker responded to their request. His alias was Specter. His bio read: [“Ghost consultant” for intelligence agencies across Europe and America, helping trace terrorist communications, dismantle child trafficking networks, and neutralize cyber warfare threats. Morality is unconventional but unwavering: protect the innocent, expose the corrupt, no matter the cost.]

Molly was waiting for the right time to carry out her plan. Her phone rang and she answered the call. It was the spy. "Anything new? " She asked. "No Ma'am, she hasn't left the house for a while now. She's always indoors" her spy replied. "Alright, keep watching. Once you see her leaving the house, let me know " Molly ordered. "Okay Ma'am" he replied. Molly ended the call. *Three days later* Molly sat in the sitting room watching a movie when her phone suddenly rang. She checked the caller, it was her spy.