Spies In Disguise Bird Novels & Stories

Anna and Barbara advanced to the gate, maintaining their proximity to the scene but being careful not to step out to the other side. The spies had been subdued almost immediately; they were two men with their arms already tied behind them, and they had a remorseless look on their faces. They had dressed as one of the Lock Heart guards, wearing a black sleeveless doublet and a pair of black breeches. Liam and Corey dragged them in like a highly-priced possession. "What's going to become of them?" Anna asked as she and Barbara followed the scene cautiously from behind with great curiosity. "What becomes of spies?" She said with an uninterested familiarity, sounding almost rhetorical.

"We could keep a lookout for each other, you know. Everyone for the Alpha Trials deserves to fight, and if they're dying, it should be on that battleground. Not in some mess hall used by egotistical elite soldiers." I had to admit the men had a point there. But I didn't want to get too close to any of them. Someone might get too curious and find out that I'm not whom I claimed to be. An imposter. A liar and a cheat. Well, I wasn't sure about being a cheat. I mean, if a girl like me was putting other men down, then that was an unfair disadvantage, not the other way round. "One more thing," said the one in front. He was their spokesperson. I wondered if he gave himself that position or if the

The Academy lay beyond, nestled deep in a guarded province only those with clearance or coin could enter. And she had neither. She traced the edge of the parchment with a dirty fingertip. I’ll need to fake my way through. Stay quiet. Speak with confidence. Look like I belong. But how did one look like a future Alpha when her face was too soft, her posture too poised, and her every instinct screamed of being prey, not predator? She needed a disguise. A name. A story. Something that would let her slip past the gates without question. But first—she had to survive the forest.

But what was the science behind it? Before she could say more, I instinctively glanced around, searching for that cursed doll. It was gone. But in its place, I spotted a different stuffed toy—a pink plush doll, same size, same spot. On its chest was a big red heart pierced clean through by a sharp arrow. I picked it up and flipped it over. Just like before, there was a note stuck to the back. But this time, the name wasn't Colin's. It said Brady Stevenson—my name.

Go ahead and ask them. The lead officer gave a look, and his men immediately brought in the others. Their accounts lined up, almost too perfectly. "That's right, I saw it with my own eyes. Francesca was the one carrying Diana's body." "I watched Diana's cremation myself. There's no mistake." "This man's clearly out of his mind. I mean, losing your own wife—who wouldn't break a little under that kind of shock..." The lead officer turned a suspicious look on me. I laughed coldly and pointed at Diana. "I'm not out of my mind. She is Diana Winslow. She used two masks of human skin to swap their identities.

At last, we emerged from the tunnel’s mouth, the cool night air washing over us like everything was alright with my world. The forest was quiet, save for the rustling of leaves in the wind. Eira pointed towards the edge of the clearing. “The cottage is over there,” she whispered. “Go now, Bella. Do not hesitate and do not try to stay a moment later there.” I turned, my gaze meeting Eira’s. “Thank you so much, Eira. I love you so much and I will always be indebted to you.”Eira nodded, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “You must go, Bella, NOW! And you must not return.” Eira quickly took a scarf and some of her old maid clothes to cover me up as a disguise, so no one would notice it's me. S

He only saw the bird finally accepting its cage. “We’ll leave on Monday,” he said. “It will be the event of the season, Lisa. I promise you.” He led me toward the stairs, his hand resting possessively on the small of my back. I walked beside him, a ghost in a silk slip, carrying the secret of our blood like a concealed weapon. Toby was coming back. Arthur Vance was waiting in the shadows. And Elaine was waiting with her marble foyer. But none of them knew the real game. None of them knew that the Little Bird had found the key to the cage, and she was going to use it to burn the whole forest down.

Their lips twisted into a faint, sinister smirk. Without a sound, the figure turned and slipped deeper into the palace corridors, moving with practiced ease until they reached a secluded tower—a place long abandoned and forgotten by most. The spy’s fingers moved deftly, retrieving a small rolled parchment and fastening it to the leg of a sleek, black-feathered bird perched near the window. A low whisper filled the room—words meant for distant ears. “She is not safe.” The bird spread its wings and vanished into the sky, soaring over the palace walls and disappearing into the horizon—heading south.