The Night Agent Novels & Stories

"Jiho, calm down. Sir, this is Nightide. I ordered a private room for us." "Oh, yes, sir. He didn't tell me that. I apologize," he bowed to both Naiting Dae-Jung and the members: "Follow this young lady to your private room." A young blonde dressed in knee-high socks and a short black dress came around the corner. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail and touched her shoulders.

The ringing of the burner phone catches my attention as I jump into action, halting the ringing and raising the device to listen. "Agent Wave," the monotone voice continues, "you are urgently needed at the agency, at this very moment." My real name's Allister but they call me Agent Wave. Being a top agent is an honor given to me by the Cypher agency. And I'll never fail them. Confirming the time of my arrival, I headed to the garage, grabbing a gun and keys, raring the engine I accelerated through the streets of Downtown Phoenix. Making my way to the top floor, I see the director of Cypher, Leonard Martins, as he paces the length of the hall.

Behind them— Agents poured out of the alley. One of them shouted into a radio. “Target fleeing eastbound!” “Suspects moving toward Lexington!” Noah nearly collided with a hot dog cart as they ran past. “This,” he gasped, “is officially the worst night of my life!” Lila didn’t slow down. “You say that every week!” Ethan turned a corner sharply. His mind worked faster than his legs. They couldn’t outrun trained agents for long. And they definitely couldn’t outrun Marcus. Which meant they needed something else.

The heat in my body was getting worse, like I needed to unleash every frustration that had welled in my system. As the elevator took us up, I tried to keep my distance. Maybe it would bring me back to my senses before I finally take this big leap of faith. I got to his room, trying my best to control myself. “So,” he purred while still holding my hand. “Are we going to tell each other our real names?” ”No names.” I said. He nodded. “It’s just one night.” I stared at him, No regrets I’m making this up as I go along, I mean is there anything wrong having one night with a total stranger?

The agent nods—once, solemn. Then the shadows around them thicken. Not Raven’s shadows—hers are still silenced by the church wards—but Valrosian night-magic, cool and obedient. The agents melt backward into the trees like smoke drawn by wind. One moment they are there—three dark figures, one small bundle of crimson silk and white hair—the next they are gone. Only the faint rustle of pine needles and the scent of night-blooming jasmine linger behind. Elias stands alone. The alarm bells from the church toll louder now—sharp, insistent, vibrating through the ground into his bones. Torchlight flickers at the edge of the treeline. Boots. Shouts he can hear but no longer cares to understand.

the anger said, tapping away at his computer. "So he technically works for Marcus Night. It made sense that Marcus would not go himself. Send a small lawyer to solve his problem," Agent Miller said. "Not if we get the lawyer to talk," Agent Rudder said. "May be useless. He is just a pawn," Miller said. "After the scandal, Marcus Night took over the CEO position over there," the agent said. "So he chooses a random lawyer to do what? Deliveries?" Agent Rudder asked. "It may not have been random. Just found out, his father was Henry Steele. A famous Lawyer for the Night family that died years ago."

He needed to deal with the scouts before they got any closer. The balcony door opened without a sound. He slipped out into the cold pre dawn air, dropped soundlessly to the alley below, and disappeared into the shadows.He found them twenty minutes later two lean males in human form, lounging against a wall two streets over, pretending to smoke while their noses worked the air.Kai stepped out of the darkness directly in front of them.“Wrong territory,” he said quietly.Both stiffened, hands dropping toward concealed blades.“Blackthorn,” the taller one acknowledged, voice low. “Ronan sends a message. He wants a meeting. Neutral ground. About the female.”Kai’s eyes flashed silver. “There is no m

By the time we reached my building, my palms were damp, my throat dry, and every instinct screamed that something bad waited on the other side of my door. When we reached my apartment, the hallway felt too quiet. The air felt tight, heavy. James placed a hand near my arm;not touching, just close. “Do you want me to check inside first?” Before I could answer, the door swung open. He stepped out. The same agent dressed in all black. The same presence from the club. The same silent, deliberate steps that made my skin crawl. James straightened instantly. “Who..” “Leave.” The agent’s voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. “Now.”

At the front desk, the receptionist glanced at her with mild suspicion, taking in her damp, disheveled appearance. “May I help you, miss?” “I need a room.” Sabrina pulled out her money and set it on the counter. “How much will this get me?” The receptionist’s wary gaze softened. The poor woman looked more frightened than anything—probably running from something or someone. “This will get you our simplest room for three nights. You’ll also have access to the buffet and bar.” Sabrina nodded. “Thank you.” After handling the check-in, she dragged her suitcase to the elevator and up to her room—208.

Then I noticed one of his fists coming toward me, so I immediately dodged. "Hmmm, seems like you know how to fight," he said. I just grinned at him and started conditioning my muscles, cracking my knuckles and even my neck. I saw how he looked at me in awe. "Who are you really?" he asked me, but I just smiled in an irritating way. "Just call me Agent C, your opponent tonight," I said to him. When he heard that, his face showed amazement. "Agent C? An agent from Dark Moon!" he said.