Night Agent Novel Novels & Stories

Scarlett nodded, feeling uncertainty grow inside her. The next morning, as everyone woke up and the sun barely lit the camp, Alex had already made a decision: he had to protect Scarlett no matter what. What happened the night before hadn’t been an accident. The gorgon who had almost drowned Scarlett was a princess of the lake, and although Alex still didn’t understand why she had attacked her, he knew there had to be a reason—and he had to find out. And that meant that, at last, he would have to tell Scarlett the truth about the supernatural world… and about who had attacked her the night before. Scarlett stepped out of her tent with Leslie, feeling the morning chill on her skin. At that ver

They were noting down something and then they moved backwards into the decontamination zone. I walked down the stairs slowly with my mentor and I held in a breath as through the glass and staff taking off their hazmat suits, I could see the contamination zone. I could see that there was row after row of cages of roaring alphas chained. I flinched with the betas with the sound increasing while Dr. Dawson stood his ground and smirked. "Those are people in cages?" I stuttered out my sentence wiping my eyes as I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

Overcoming his trepidation, the boy tentatively accepted the dagger, prompting a smile from Damien. *** Her eyelids fluttered open, struggling to adjust to the sudden brightness of the room. Avery rubbed her eyes and surveyed her surroundings. Noticing the medical equipment beside her, she gazed at the ceiling, lost in thought as memories of the previous night's incident flooded back. A dull ache permeated her back and neck, prompting her to glance around the room. Realizing she was in a hospital, and finding herself alone in the room, Avery sat up. As the door swung open, she turned to face the nurse, who froze in surprise upon seeing her.

Selene insisted. "Fine. How about we take the risk and visit tomorrow morning? I can't leave you to go alone. I don't trust them." Sia agreed. At that moment, it felt as though a heavy weight had been lifted off Selene's shoulders. Gap oily, she nodded her head and laid on Sia's bed to sleep. All through the night. Selene only dreamt about the man she had a one-night stand with and fantasized about being with him forever after meeting him again.

The Next Day: Faye woke up the next day and on checking her time it was 11:00am, she could not sleep until 4am this morning. She entered the bathroom to freshen up and walked into the kitchen to make coffee, she took a sip of her office when she heard a knock on her door. "Daylan? She could not describe the sudden action of her breath as she opened her door.."you're still on the clothes you wore Last night? He was standing there before her still unshaven with pain and regret I'm his eyes.

" I stare at the side of his face for a moment. I am Frozen for a thought hits me. There is only one window in the library. ------------------------------------------- My fingers quietly sift through the pages of the old Kings' journal, Xiirian Adonis Prime, The 8th Night Wolf. The sound of the slight brushes of pages and my small breaths are drowned by the snores of the other slaves that are already fast asleep, against the silence of midnight. It is well into the night, but I cannot sleep. Not when Night Wolf's words seem to bleed through the pages. He lived a life crueler than I ever imagined. His grief. His loneliness. I thought it was parallel to mine but is far different. It is deeper

{ Georgette } I wake up in the middle of the night, dripping in sweat and with my heart pounding. I had another nightmare, but this time it was a lot more gruesome than usual. Cain and Asheron both died, but with more blood involved. I try to recover and distract myself, but I can’t. It's only midnight, so I’m all alone in the hotel suite while Jos is roaming the streets of her favorite city next to a very handsome man who's protecting her. She invited me, of course, but I was in a shit mood. And this nightmare only made it worse.

He never traveled that way again. I feared for Novel. If a seasoned Alpha could nearly lose his mind there, what would it do to her? She was human….she shouldn't have to carry the weight of our supernatural nightmares. I rubbed my face with my hands, exhaling a long, shaky breath before returning to our tent. Novel was already asleep. Her dark hair was a silken web across the pillow, and her lips were slightly parted. She looked peaceful, like a goddess carved from moonlight. As I watched, she shifted, nearly sliding toward the edge of the bed. I moved instinctively, catching her and gently easing her back toward the center. I sat on the edge of the cot for a moment, brushing a stray lock of

“Good. Just in time.” As night fell, the two of them rode into a clearing beyond the great forest. In its clear center stood a large tree, a giant and ancient thing, its bark gnarled and twisted like flesh bent under the hands of a supernatural torturer. From the shadows beneath it Drust emerged to greet them. “Ah, those with courage to ride in the fresh night, I salute you,” Drust called out, his arms moving up a little swathed in his robe. Ragala whispered to Weaver, “This one is dark, mistress. Very dark indeed. His soul is black enough to hide the stars.”

Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted across this dark, lifeless plain. In a different plane lied a primordial creature of the night finding solace in the eternal night that plagued his castle, the whistle and Chimes of fate had stirred his old blood awake. He knew that times were finally changing, and it seemed he had to get back to the game. "I wonder how Netherndel is faring, it's time I get back" his deep red eyes shone with a dangerous glint as he looked across the darkness, his eyes seemed to bypass the veil between planes for his gaze had a godly presence that came with it.