Night Agent Novel Novels & Stories

Something raw. He dug his fingers into the mattress and exhaled slowly. He didn’t need a doctor to tell him what was wrong. He needed answers. And there was only one person reckless enough to chase a dead girl’s story into the woods. Cass. The next morning came in pale gold, but Aiden barely noticed the sunlight pouring through his curtains. He hadn’t slept. Not really. His dreams had been flooded with howls and glowing eyes. With trees that whispered and shadows that bled.

Nida didn't like to sleep with anyone, even though they fit on the mattress on top of the mat on the floor. The only light in the room came from the moon, which shone through the open window. She sighed again when the familiar sadness gripped her chest. She felt hollow, as if she wanted to embrace someone or something, but she didn't know who or what. She closed her eyes and tried to force herself to sleep. Maybe it was because of the fatigue from doing laundry earlier that she was able to fall asleep quickly. Lyzza didn't know what she was doing in that house. It was unfamiliar to her. However, there was a part of her that knew the place; it seemed familiar to her. Particularly, the big pic

Eric spat seething. Justin gulped casting a look at me. I guess this did look pretty bad. After all I was in his bed. Probably best we did not bring up the solstice magic. “She wouldn't be here if you didn't send her on a death mission to tell me I'm in charge for the night. Damion tried to grab her so we hid here. We fell asleep. Nothing happened.” He gritted out breathing heavily as a shadow circled his wrist. A truth and a lie. He did save me, thought not bedding me he came very close to claiming me. The love bite on my neck proved it.

They were flying in a perfectly arrow-like shape and it intrigued her more than the new transfer student. Not long after, the exam commenced and she had to avert her focus to the sheet of paper on the table. She had to fight back a yawn several times because of her lack of sleep but successfully being 2nd to pass the paper. The classes followed shortly after and the day passed by like a blur, with nothing exciting for her but her visit to the headquarters after school. Being 20 and a part-time student, her life is never boring. During the day, she’s a college student at NYU, and during the night, she’s an A-class rogue agent that works for the Ministry. What a life.

She isn't innocent in this. "Okay, here he is," Mom says as she gently sets the bowl of water down in front of me. I grin as I spot the Moon and Night Goddesses looking at me. "Evening ladies," I greet, and the Night Goddess smiles. "Evening, Octavius. I am excited to learn about what happened today while we slumbered," Anniki replies, and my eyebrows raise. "Can you confirm that they are all gone," I ask, eager to see if she has looked on the other side of the barrier?

It looked like the situation there was about to get ugly, and she was honestly glad she wasn’t having to deal with that mess, even if the challenges that lay in front of her were not exactly a picnic in the park. Zane grabbed her bag out of the back, along with his own, and she nodded in thanks, still not speaking. Her boots crunched over the snow as the two of them approached the dimly lit hotel. It was the middle of the night, but even if it hadn’t been, it still would’ve been dark. The sun wasn’t staying up long at all. The perpetual night had to make it easier on the bloodsuckers. But it made it easier on their stalkers as well.

Grief → Curiosity Anger → Presence Shame → Invitation Nova murmured: “They thought emotion moved like light. Straight. Fast.” She touched a point near the center. “But it moves like water.” “It follows shape.” She stepped back. And realized something. The central node the one every thread traced toward wasn’t Eden. It wasn’t Aeris. It wasn’t Cassian. It was a resonance flare left anonymously From a child in a non-registered district. Three words, whispered into the Archive Line at 3:41 AM:

She had already sprinted past the turnoff for her apartment building; leading these unknown killers to her safe house would be suicide. She needed to lose them in the dark, because if she failed to break their line of sight, she would likely end up as a corpse on an autopsy table by morning. The path ahead was pitch black, unlit by any city infrastructure, but her enhanced night vision handled the darkness without issue. Fortunately, she knew these back alleys like the back of her hand. Reaching the absolute end of the concrete maze, the narrow path finally opened up into the wide, brightly lit expanse of the multi-lane highway.

I bid them goodbye with the promise of letting them know how the conversation with Nova goes and if she is okay when she wakes up. I walk into the kitchen afterwards, with the intention of grabbing a beer from the fridge, when I hear movement. “Nikolai…?” *** Nova I’m running through the darkened halls of North Star Orphanage, and every time I just reach the exit, I get pulled back by silver chains and strung up. What the hell! Did telling Nikolai spring these nightmares on me?! Why is this happening?!