Night Agent Novel Novels & Stories

POV Kitty Nick helped me locate all the materials and supplied I would need for the 'blood oath' that very afternoon. Luckily we didn't need much. We had just gotten everything by dinner time and I was exhausted. "Come on, let's eat and then get you to bed, love. We will meet the coven and do the oath in the morning." Nick ordered and I nodded. He guided me to a nearby elevator and back up to the top floor. I looked confused and he smiled.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

As I stepped through the portal, boots on, I thought of Daemon to be transported to his book. When I came out the other side, I instantly realized something had gone wrong. Even though I hadn’t visited Daemon’s world, I knew it was set in the human realm. The blood-red sky I was under was clearly not a feature of the human world. I lifted my right jacket sleeve, showing a thin metal bracelet engraved with “fuck off,” and then tapped on the word fuck, which caused a holographic keyboard to appear. As I questioned the reason for my portal’s destination, when I was trying to go to Daemon’s book, I typed in “book, blood-red, and sky” intending to reach Daemon’s book. I didn’t remember Auth havin

Zara's P.O.V I was unable to sleep which wasn't unusual anymore — sleep had become a negotiation rather than a surrender, something I bargained my way into for a few hours before my body decided the debt was paid and pulled me back to the surface. But tonight was different. Tonight I lay in the dark of my chamber in Bloodmoon compound and stared at the ceiling and held the sealed envelope against my chest and thought about all the things I had chosen not to say.

He was… beautiful. Silver-colored eyes. Dark black hair. Was he an angel, a demon, or a god? ***** I jolted awake, sweat beads on my forehead. Naz laid still, a bandage on her arm where the arrow shot. I took in a deep breath and stood up from my bed, covering myself properly with my nightgown. I stood at the window and watched the beautiful woods surrounding the antique dorm. The night watchers still walked around in turns around the gates. The moon was full like it had been that night, and every other night this nightmare had come to me.

“Don’t thank us yet. The blood moon is in two nights. And when Elena Ashford arrives, the real game begins.” My hand fell to my pocket, brushing against the cool hilt of the silver dagger. Two nights. And then, I would meet my mother’s killer face to face. END OF CHAPTER 9

When we arrived at Nightfall Avenue, Tania dozed off instantly on the bed. The night wasn’t young, Yet, I found myself standing on the balcony, staring past the stars. Ten years ago… She died. And now, She no longer existed. The Next Morning. Light flooded in through the curtains, blinding my vision. But the most upsetting thing wasn't even the loud background noise, but the fact that someone seemed to be literally nudging me frantically. “Anna! Wake up! Damnit! There's fire on the mountain!” My eyelids fluttered, my forehead throbbing already. “What’s it, Nia? Let me get some sleep, okay?”

My new books were stacked on the bedside table, ‘The Lycan Chronicles’ sitting on the top. Suddenly, it hit me. Somehow, I had slept through the entire ride home. And I had even slept through Nicholas carrying me to bed.

Guilty conscience, indeed. "Of course, I've been sleeping here. If you hadn't woken me, I probably would've slept till the end of my shift," I replied nonchalantly. Veronica chuckled, "Have some water. I won't disturb your sleep any longer." She left a glass of water and departed. Watching her retreating figure, I pulled out the recorder from my pocket and smiled faintly. The next time I worked the night shift, neither Dr. McCartney nor Veronica were present. Strange, where could they have gone?

Nick The darkness enveloped me like a suffocating blanket as I stirred from my restless slumber, a sense of unease gnawing at the edges of my consciousness. Something didn't feel right, a nagging feeling that whispered of impending danger. I glanced at the clock beside my bed, the numbers glowing faintly in the dim light of the room. It was the middle of the night, the world outside shrouded in darkness and silence. But despite the late hour, sleep eluded me, my mind plagued by a sense of foreboding.