Supernatural Fbi Agents Novels & Stories

"For what comes next. Torres is dead. But his work continues. Other researchers. Other facilities. They're still out there. Still experimenting. Still creating enhanced humans. Someone needs to stop them." "That's what the FBI is for." Alex laughs. Bitter. "The FBI moves slow. Works within systems. By the time they shut down a facility, the researchers have moved. Started over somewhere else. We move faster. Hit harder. We don't wait for warrants or approval. We just act." "That sounds like vigilantism." "Call it what you want. We call it survival. We find the facilities. Free the subjects. Destroy the research. Make sure no one else suffers like we did."

Warren says. Gabriel’s eyes begin to glow and a psionic wave of energy hits Warren and he falls back onto the sofa. “That was easy. Now tell me who you are,” Gabriel says. “I am Detective Warren Peace, I work for a secret government agency that investigates and monitors supernatural activities.” “What is your goal here?” “There has been a rise in supernatural activities in New York, I am one of the many agents planted to observe and report,” Warren says in a weak voice. “How did you know about The Assassin sisters?” he asks and Warren makes a weird sound like a purring cat.

not like I could use it even if I wanted to. “No one knows, at least, no Supernatural knows, all we know it's an agency that found out one way or the other that Supernaturals, or mutants like they say, exist and ANTI’s solo goal was to end every Supernatural.” I don't know why this excited me, perhaps it was because my mother had told me little to nothing about the Supernatural world and hearing someone telling me a whole lot was wonderful. I had series of questions to ask her but I kept them all to myself, I didn't want to appear too pushy.

Griffin yelled and I stood up while being curious as to who the woman who agreed to deal with the crazy devil was. The light from the sun burnt my eyes a little because I really haven't seen any sunlight in a long time and it felt weird but regardless of that my troubles really weren't stopping, what?! I was born crazy and crazy people don't rest. I saw the black bus in front of us and the door open where four FBI agents were sitting with AK-47 in each of their hands and I let out a smirk. "Well his royal majesty has arrived" they all looked at me and their fear was visible on their faces but they were trying to suppress it but they really couldn't.

"Look at the positioning—they've cut off every escape route, every path through the forest. This isn't reconnaissance, it's a siege." A voice boomed through loudspeakers positioned around the perimeter, electronically amplified and carrying absolute authority. "This is Agent Rebecca Chen of the Department of Supernatural Affairs. You are surrounded by federal agents with authorization to use lethal force. All occupants of the compound will exit immediately with hands visible and surrender for processing." Department of Supernatural Affairs. Lisa felt her blood turn to ice as the implications hit her. The human government had a dedicated agency for dealing with their kind—which meant they'd b

Scott veered angrily while he rested his head on the soft table "No one knows buddy, Alvarez and Alicia should.... " Whyte said but couldn't finish his words as a young guy barged into the door while breathing heavily, he looked like someone that had just been chased by a wild ghost "What Happened?" "Am sorry Seir but he's taken down some agents, from the looks of it, it's..... It seems to be a Supernatural, you really need to see this Seir........" "He??"....... . . . The entire team had gathered at the heart of the building after hearing the figure's sudden words, some armed agents were all alert as well, all waiting for Whyte's orders to be executed

Sybil asks. "I haven't gotten to that yet," Austin replies. "Your parents made a deal with me to take in Mia because they knew they would die. It's part of the reason why you, Austin, are a rouge," Sybil continues. "There are supernatural creatures after you both. As a rogue, your scent changes. They wouldn't be able to find you as easily. As for Mia, I've masked her with a human scent. If she were to trigger her wolf genes that scent would be back. So, if you would please, let me do my job."

his rights by an agent who looked like she’d been doing this for twenty years and had stopped being surprised by anything. Upstairs, Calloway was already in custody seated in the back of a federal vehicle, his vestments rumpled, his silver cross confiscated, looking less like a man of God and more like what he’d always been: a man who used God as a hiding place.Dominic’s team had scattered when the FBI arrived. His men were trained for this disappear, regroup, wait for instructions. Nico was getting his shoulder treated in the back of an ambulance, refusing painkillers and demanding coffee.But Dominic himself was a problem. The FBI knew who he was. They’d always known. And while Calloway wa

"It's the police. And they brought the FBI. Four of them. Maybe five." Sophia sank onto the couch. Her whole body was shaking. "Oh God. Oh God, what do we do? What do we say?" Harrison stepped forward. "Say nothing until I tell you. Follow my lead. Let me do the talking." Damien took a deep breath and opened the door. Three officers stood outside—no, four. Two in police uniforms. Two in dark suits with FBI badges clipped to their belts. The lead agent was tall, broad-shouldered, with a buzz cut and eyes like steel.

“That’s why the authorities are involved. That’s why Agent Miller is here. They’re trying to keep me safe because of what I read.” My mother’s hand found mine and squeezed. “Oh, baby. Why didn’t you tell me?” “Because I didn’t want you to worry.” The words tasted like ash. “I thought I could handle it.” Azrael watched the scene with the satisfaction of a collector admiring a new acquisition. When he spoke again, his voice was gentle, understanding, perfect. “Mrs. Martin, I understand this is a lot to process. But right now, your safety is the only thing that matters. The FBI has done what they can, but as we’ve seen today—” he gestured to the shattered window, “—it isn’t enough.”