Mono X Seven Novels & Stories

CLYONE Silence filled my ears the moment I turned off the car engine. My eyes never left the sight of the big white house at the right side of the road. The purity of its whiteness is just as pure as its owner; you. And I don't think I could find someone who's just as pure as you do, because you will remain as the purest boy I've ever loved and met.

​New York. Xavier's Penthouse. Thursday. 11:47 AM ​Xavier was already deep into a call with Nadia before Scarlett had even finished her second round of logistics. The penthouse had shifted from a residence into a tactical assembly floor. Margot had somehow manifested a fourth monitor—a tablet propped precariously against the backsplash—running the Apex-7 documentation in a scrolling waterfall of data that sat parallel to the seventeen-name verification and the grand jury procedural requirements she’d been researching for the last hour in a silent, caffeinated fury.

Clearly, I had just gotten the tattoo. When did I have such a hobby? Puzzled, I called Brody, but no one answered. When I called his office, someone quickly answered. But the person on the other side only yelled in annoyance before they hung up. “Could you stop?! You call to ask all kinds of questions every Monday! I have my job too! Stop this already!” “I…” I got yelled at for no reason, and Brody still would not answer his phone. It made me feel a little dejected. My skin appeared dull, and my eyes looked puffy in the mirror. I was completely different from the person in my memories.

“I’m proud of you.” Seven did not answer. When she was done, he thanked her and went out of the door. Outside, Milkos was waiting. His back against his new car, grinning from ear to ear. Clad in ripped jean shorts and a vintage shirt. The night was breezy so the wind played with the loosely fitted shirt, making his chest visible. Seven’s face brightened at the sight of his friend. “Is this you?” Milkos gagged as Seven walked over. “No, it’s YouTube.” They hugged.

Facility Seven emerged from coastal fog like a forgotten memory—a modernist structure of glass and stone built into Monaco's northwestern cliffs where Rodriguez influence remained deliberately minimal. As their extraction vehicle navigated the final approach along private access roads, Alex studied the compound through enhanced perception that cataloged security measures with automatic precision. "My mother designed this place," he observed, recognizing Geneva's architectural preferences in the deliberate balance between defensive capability and aesthetic harmony. "How long has it existed?"

And Cole is his guardian, the role of the guardian consist of helping him and tell him what to do just like a beta but a beta is more like a second leader, Giovanni isn't fully a beta since he's only 16 so Cole is acting as a beta for now on. At 18, Max will finally be the alpha of the werewolves and also the head of the council because he's the wolf that has a certain dominant character and a special power. At the age of 15, he was able to control all the power he received from the MoonGoddess. He was able to do psychokinesis (to move objects with his mental effort alone), telepathy with werewolves other than his pack members and lastly the most important is that he can heal people in a few

"Acknowledged. Truth Revelation Program initiated." - Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door. I tried to sit up, but my body was too weak, and I fell back onto the bed. The door slammed open. Jared stormed in, his face twisted with rage. He slapped me hard across the face… Twice. "Melody lost the baby! Rosalia, this is all your fault! Are you happy now?!" Jared growled. I knew no matter what I said, Jared wouldn't believe me. Explaining would be pointless. So, I let out an icy chuckle. "Whatever."

MAX She is absolutely stunning, every line and curve is sculpted to perfection. My eyes trail over her porcelain skin. Her long black hair is wet and is clung to her back. Her perfectly round peach bum is staring at me, begging me to come closer. It is taking everything to hold Maddox back. I shove Maddox down and shift back.

Alex asked, worry evident on his face. "N-no. I just got startled." I chuckled nervously. Alex just smiled and pulled me towards him. He grabbed a bottle of shampoo before pouring some into my head. I honestly felt like a child being bathed by their parent after refusing to shower. Alex carefully massaged the shampoo into my scalp. I closed my eyes to prevent the shampoo from getting into my eyes. I dropped my head onto Alex's shoulder as he massages my scalp.