The Night Operator Novels & Stories

Everything was happening too fast. Too much in one day. The car eventually stopped in front of a large, dark building on the outskirts of the city. Unlike human institutions… The Nocturnal Order only operated at night. I took a deep breath before stepping inside. My heels echoed against the marble floor as we approached the front desk. A beautiful vampire greeted us with a polite smile. “How can I help you tonight?” “I’d like to register Samantha Cole as Luna of the Silverclaw Pack,” Zephyr said firmly.

“Jesus Christ, this emotional bullshit is exactly why we left you behind all those years ago. Just tell us what the problem is.” The mention of leaving him hit Troy hard, silencing the line. Beck frowned. “Troy?” Still nothing. For a horrifying second, they thought they had pushed too hard, and he had dropped the call. “Operation Nightfall,” Troy whispered, his voice empty. Beck frowned, leaning closer. “I missed that. What did you say?” “Operation Nightfall!” Troy snarled, his voice louder. “Is that supposed to have some relevance to me?” Beck asked, confused. “What is nightfall?”

The strain etched into his features is palpable. “Exactly. We can’t just barge in blind. We don’t know what we’re up against.” He knows I'm right. “We need someone unconnected to watch the place,” I suggest, leaning forward. “Someone who’s outside our usual group. If they can infiltrate the operation, it’ll make things a hell of a lot easier.” Dante nods. “Yeah. Brian and his men operate on a night schedule like us. By six in the morning, most of them will be out cold. That’s when we strike.”

The Crystal Lantern. Open-late. Cash pay. Discreet. She'd attempted there once, weeks before, and offered her services—anything. Waitress. Bartender. Cleaning woman. They'd promised to call. Tonight… they did. A night shift began. 3:00 a.m. to 6:00 a.m. Three hours. Under the table. But long enough to begin. She looked at her palm. The note was still written there in black ink: > "Come tonight. Wear black. Don't bring trouble."

I tell him everything I told Jozef, then pitch my idea about Tuesday. Kir listens to my entire summary without interrupting. When I’m done, he says, "We breach on Tuesday." “The next non-mistress Tuesday is in four days.” “Confirm with Chana the mistress isn’t visiting.” “Already in motion.” “And the two ghosts?” “They’ll be on rotation. Almost certainly perimeter that night. The firm pushes its most experienced operators outward when the principal is alone in a hardened interior. They treat perimeter as the higher-skill assignment.” “They are right.”

It was clear that the killer operated under the cover of darkness, and any attempt to find them during the day would be futile. That night, as the city plunged into darkness, Elton made a decision. He would follow the same path as the masked warrior, patrol the streets during the night, and hope for an encounter. He knew the risks, but he was willing to face them, driven by his determination to bring justice to Rogers and to restore peace to Omaha.

She was disappointed, all her dressings in vain but I care less. The thought of the brunette kept flooding my mind, I wasn't concentrating anymore. I need to clear off my head with some delectable bitches, not one probably not two, I'll fuck damn pussies tonight till the pretty girl's image blurs in my mind. I'm not a fucker. I dismissed my staff and left for home.

It was the wild magic that sent fear skittering through me. Apollo stepped back, standing beside the man who represented Day. Night came forward, eyeing the room as the silent murmurs ceased. Something about Night was alluring. His eyes were a startling shade of silver, like the luminous stars that hung in the sky, or the moon that casted light down on the world. His jet-black hair was all the same length, slicked over the side of his head. The hairstyle reminded me of a successful business man, though there was nothing ordinary about the man who represented Night. "It is my pleasure to review a few rules before you all begin." Night spoke, and the deep sound of his musical voice hushed even

113 Laurann Dohner Jessie twisted the locks as her heart raced and she smiled, excited to see him after the night before. Two large Species males stood there instead. Both of them were out of uniform, sporting jeans and T-shirts and they stared at her with a grimness that assured they weren’t happy. The one on the right spoke. “I’m Night. Your belongings were delivered and we were asked to bring them. Do you mind if we unload the Jeep now and carry your boxes inside? We have to inform you that your things were searched by security. It is

"I want to know who betrayed this operation. And I want Marcus Night and his associates found and neutralized. Permanently." The call ended.