Monarch Notes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Rui opened her mouth adorably and said, "Y-Young-" She was going to swallow her pride and beg the young master for a potion when the young master seized her lips tightly. Her eyes were filled with grief and anguish. I turned away from the girl's sorrowful glance. How am I supposed to explain to her that this potion only works on monsters? "Monarch, we've learned a new skill." "What?" "Analyse!" I soon noticed their status. [Monarch's Power - Increase all attributes by 10% for each centaur present. The greater their numbers, the greater the pressure they would emit and receive.]

She studied the image, how the images of the sun and moon intertwined and embraced two wolves howling at one another. He ran a russet-colored hand through his wavy brown hair, his purple eyes standing out against the color of his skin. He, too, was tall, towering over the small brunette beside him, who, despite desperate attempts on Alexa’s part, still refused to meet her gaze. She simply sat quietly beside the purple-eyed man, a frown on her face.

I have to convince Yuval to go back and then disappear here myself without leaving a trace. Feeling demotivated, I reached for the remote and switched on the television. I zipped through some channels, and as I aimed to avoid the Werewolf Media Network, an announcement caught my attention. The Monarch of the Royal Kingdom of Werewolves plans a public declaration concerning ongoing speculation regarding his heirs' mating. There has been noise in the werewolf community for a long time and it's about time for him to address the matter. My fingers refuse to work any further and so I am forced to keep gazing at the screen."

We walked outside to see a sea of people standing. "Where did they come from?" I asked Hayden. "All around the world, through portals mainly" Hayden replied, silence fell on the crowd. After a minute's silence they started chanting The Magna Poem of the Endowed. Golden for the birth of crown Red for bringing up the dawn Niveus for the day of rebirth Blue to bring the magic down White for when one is wilted down Scarlet when the hunt is back again Silver blades rise on victory march Love will patch our tattered hearts

“Gilda called an hour ago—she says the Monarch’s shifting strategy. He’s moving into the city.” “Meaning?” “He’s bringing the battle here,” Rhett replied. “Winchester, Almonte, all of it. He wants us out in the open.” My stomach knotted. Rhys tossed a file onto the table. Photos slid out—burned-out trucks, torn crates, the Monarch’s black insignia spray-painted like a brand across steel. “Gilda says he’s not working alone,” Rhys added. “There’s new money backing him. Someone on the inside’s feeding him intel.”

" she said, walking up closer to me. ‎ ‎"this right here, is called The Red note." ‎ ‎ ‎and it was sent to my father just before the sickness began. ‎ ‎"Okay so what about it? ‎ ‎"Don't you get it? the calvary monarchs sent the red note to my father. .."it means it's his death sentence." ‎ ‎ ‎********************************* ‎ ‎(Back to present) ‎ ‎'Ringing' ‎ ‎i answered the phone as I brought the glass of whiskey to my throat. , escaping my the depths of my thoughts.

Weeks after the crazy reveal about Andrea and Gryphon’s wedding, Andrea made another loud sound when VNVS announced their new line of watches a day before Monarch could announce theirs. It’s just that… VNVS was not planning to compete with Monarch head-on this time. After all, VNVS’s new line was set to cater to the middle class.

- Kamahalan Parang baliw na ilang beses kong binasa iyon saka dinala sa dibdib. Saka ako ngumisi nang ma-realize na kinikilig ako sa isang straight forward and bossy notes from the crown prince. Pero mas lalo akong natawa nang makita ko ang isa pang note na naka-attach sa likod. Post- super-scriptum:

It's a typed note using the Montserrat font. ‎ ‎However it's not the font that makes a chill run through my spine, it's the message. ‎ ‎Next time, it could be you. ‎ ‎ ‎

With that brief response, Wikkan nodded again and went toward the unconscious Jenson. After some inspection, he opened the bag strapped to his waist and took out a parasite monarch he’d been rearing for years. On its abdomen were countless little eggs, disgusting and vile to look at. The parasite monarch was as big as a baby’s fist. Its entire body was dark brown, but its head was bright red. Golden patterns could be seen on its body. With a pair of long antennas, it was as thick as a finger, and possessed a long spiky tail as well as a mouthful of sharp teeth.