Night Agent Novel Novels & Stories

That is the strangest thing I have ever thought in my life. That familiar itch starts to spread across my neck, down my chest to my stomach. It itches so bad, I pull up my shirt and when I do, I scream out into the empty dark room that is lit only by the moonlight and a single nightlight over by the entrance. Daring to look down again, I see that where I had just scratched, is a gaping wound and there is a maggot crawling out of it. I hear a noise from behind me and when I turn on my heels, I watch as the same man from before stands about a foot taller than I am and is staring right into my eyes. He opens his mouth and states, “You have finally awakened. Good.”

“Broken night?” Janice questioned. She had been led in as usual, and sat, still cuffed, across the table from Byron. “Hmm?” Byron looked at her, appearing confused. “That's what my mom used to call it when nightmares or something kept waking you up— a broken night.” “Oh,” now he began to understand. “Yeah, it looks like you had one.” “You could say that for sure.” “That's okay, I did too. I was dreaming about Lacey all night, Lacey and that damn snake.”

Through the merciless night. Nightfall has finally descended upon the dungeon. It was in the stillness of the surroundings that Beta Razel of the Shadow Rose Pack, a cruel overseer, approached Sasha's cell with a glass of what seemed to be icy water in his hand. A glimmer of hope flickered within her. She glanced sidelong and Annika has already closed her eyes, as well as her other companions in the cell. Hope flickered momentarily in her sunken eyes as Razel offered her gently the glass of icy water. “Good evening, Sasha,” he purred.

"Sin, my sister. I'm Kanner, remember? I can do whatever I want and you don't have a say in that. Now, where were we? Right!" She exclaimed and clapped her hands twice that making Naiah look at her with the same confused eyes. "We need you to cooperate, Naiah. Once we go out from this hell room, we can finally avenge THEIR deaths...," ______ As the night goes deep, mysteries, secrets were slowly unfolding from their cage. Turn the page now as we will now face the beginning of an end. **** [Note:]

Because if I had felt even the faintest pull toward him right now— I might have broken it myself. I stood, slipping the journal back into place exactly as I had found it. No trace. No disturbance. The wards would not show what had been taken. I didn’t hesitate to leave The wards sealed behind me. And then disappeared into the night. Third person; Somewhere deep within Nightbane— A ward flickered. Silent but enough to mean that something had been touched. Something that was not meant to be found. And this time— It would not stay buried.

And for the first time in days… Nyra was afraid to fall asleep again because somewhere in the darkness… An unknown assassin entered Lycan territory. … Nyra woke screaming one name: “Mother!”

Daniel was muddled; he didn't change his clothes to wear something casual because he needed to calm his nerves with a nice cold beer, which he tried to but Addison's words still echoed in his head and hit him like a hammer; "I trusted you above all those qualified officers Daniel but what you did in return? you let me down, Now, what am I going to answer the authorities? Han! Answer me God damned. Agent Richman, you know what? You are suspended, Just leave...!" * A breeze of cold wind blew rattling the stray leaves on the cobalt street of the abandoned alley while the only source that lit up the place was the light illuminating from full moon. The moon was shining in the sky in its full glor

That came to her, too, the knowledge that every November he drew the name of a girl from Smiths Hollow, and let her go out into the night to be sacrificed. And for what? The town’s prosperity? No amount of safety and comfort was worth all those lives. Her head was getting clearer every moment, and she thought it might have something to do with the ring, and maybe the tree, and maybe the magic that pulsed deep in her blood. But it didn’t matter anymore. There was no time to escape. They were at the tree. He threw her to the ground and though she felt achy all over she was able to move again. She scrambled to her feet and he narrowed his eyes at her.

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

I run my finger down the water glass, wiping away a few more beads of condensation. “Nothing good,” Naomi says quickly. “But we’re not here to talk about that. We’re here to look hot, get drunk, and live our best lives tonight.” “I can get behind that,” I say. “Good. Because that’s what we’re doing.” Naomi looks over at the bar. “Who’s the hot blonde again? I was a little distracted trying not to be eaten by zombies the last time we met.” “That’s Eliza. She’s Lucas’s vampire daughter or whatever you’d consider her.”