Night Agent Novel Novels & Stories

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.

I ran my fingertips across the raised gold lettering and brown leather of the ancient book. At that moment, I realized this was my only connection to my people, the Arctic wolves. Looking at the Grimoire, I wondered if any other Arctic wolves from my pack had survived. After we stopped Nightshade, I intended to find out. But that was for a later time. If anyone did survive, then he or she could find me. But right now, we had to stop Nightshade. "Thanks, Bailey," I said, sighing in relief. "If you don't mind me asking, where did you get it?" she asked, her eyes filled with concern.

The Birthday Girl May 29, 2009 Lucille Nora was fucking Boo and she was laughing maniacally. I ran toward them and saw that Boo’s chest was open, his heart missing and when I looked at Nora, her face was covered in blood. “You’re next, bitch!” I woke up from my nightmare and wiped the sweat covering my forehead. Fuck. It seemed so real. I sighed and lay back down. Jasper stirred in his sleep and his heavy arm went over my stomach. He woke up when I pushed it off me too hard.

NATHANIEL** The blue light of the monitors reflected in my eyes, casting flickering shadows against the mahogany walls of my study. It was 4:00 AM, and the rest of the world was draped in the soft, deceptive silence of sleep. But I was wide awake, hunting a ghost. My fingers flew across the keyboard, navigating through layers of encrypted traffic that even the most seasoned forensic analysts would find impenetrable. I wasn't just looking for a name; I was looking for a shadow.

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

It filled her chest with a burning sensation, but it was a pain she welcomed. Hopefully, heavens would hear her prayers. Ayla walked to the window frame, from where the full moon shone brightly. “Please keep Master safe.” Then the pain changed. As if an unknown force was telling her this was something she wasn’t supposed to feel, Ayla felt her back being skinned, right where the soulmark used to be. She fell on her knees with a thud. *** Author's Note: Thank you for reading "Night-Blooming". If you like the story, please leave a review or your opinion about the character's so far. Once more, thanks for the support!

I try not to close mine, but the day has been more stressful than usual and my eyelids automatically close until I fall into a dreamless sleep. Nicolette POV You will not win...the people you love will die and the whole world will fall under your fury. Destiny has been written; the weapon of the apocalypse will turn the world into darkness.... It is your destiny. I blink my eyes with my breath quickening and my forehead beaded with sweat- “Another nightmare” I return calmly and only now feel that I am not in the great hall but on my bed. I feel a weight to my left and heavy breathing. Darren must have collapsed from sleep.

The Dark Realm club was like a casino at night, where the elite families in Top Hills City meet and gamble in an aristocratic manner. When I had gotten back home, after winning some bets, it was almost midnight. There were no cars on the road, and save for the fact that I wasn't scared of getting attacked. I had returned to my room and fell asleep immediately after my head rested on the pillow. I didn't even have time to change out of my clothes. The thought of Angela flooded my mind. Her smiles, her looks, and I ended up dreaming about her. When I awoke, the sound of my phone ringing on the drawer cut through the air and added to my compounding headache.

I’ll handle it in the morning. I take my glass, with bottle of wine. I walk through the house, turning off the lights, making sure everything is locked up. Then, I head back upstairs to my bedroom and N*****x, feeling full and satisfied. I put the wine down with the glass, on the bedside table. I refresh the tv and press play. I curl up in the bed with a comfy blanket. Honestly, it’s moments like this that I do begin to miss New York. There’s no noise of the city, no friends like “Marcy” coming over to my house late night at eleven pm cause she was out have drinks and wants to crash. Owen getting pissed off cause he has to be awake for work in the morning. If that didn’t happen, he would get

~RIYA I didn’t sleep that night. Even though Nathaniel held me close, his warmth pressed against my back, and his heartbeat steady and sure beneath my palm, my mind wouldn’t quiet. I stared into the shadows of our chamber, listening to the ticking of the old grandfather clock across the room. Each tick reminded me of how little time we had before Ama made her next move. The stolen Blood Chronicle haunted me. What would she do with the knowledge she now possessed? What did she hope to gain?