Monochrome Rumor の小説・ストーリー

This time scanning in minutely different spots. Still nothing. I sigh and rub my head. Maybe he's wrong. Maybe they've just memorized which one to take. It's a high risk strategy because the stench is disorienting. Graydon steps away from the tunnels back to the centre. As he reaches the centre, he mindlinks, Got it! And whirls around, triumphant.

“I’ll set up a secure relay through Stockholm. No names. Just a red seal on the signature.” She left the room. Isolde stared after her. Dorian leaned close. “I trust her to want him gone.” “But do you trust her not to want more?” Isolde asked quietly. He didn’t answer. Not then. Because just then the monitors glitched. Every screen went black for one half-second. A single message appeared across the center monitor: STOP. THE HARROW KNOWS. The hum of electricity died for half a second. A full-body silence swept through the observatory dome. Then static.

"Miss, there's a rumor that not only is prince Wulfgar paralyzed, but he is also vicious. Totally inhumane." Inhumane? After digesting it in her mind, Carra couldn't help but feel it a little weird and funny. She knew it was easy for people to exaggerate the inhumane aspect of another human being there barely saw or knew. Everybody knew that the gossip ability of the people in this empire, especially the capital, was really extraordinary. Thinking of this, she chuckled slightly, and said, "Isn't this great?" "What? Very good? What's good about this?"

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

As she wanted to think of a way to get out of these chains, that voice called out to her. *Alexandra* *Find me* The same way this was happening, the human lab rat in the next room was hearing her own voice in his head. The two fell into a short dream state. The two saw each other from a far distance and were walking towards each other. They continued to walk till they had reached each other and were shocked on facing themselves. *I'm the lab rat here. He made me this* he said *My blood will be used to create a beast out of you, I'm sorry*

I believed her, she seemed intelligent, smart and I knew she would catch up in no time. My day would have been a lot better if I hadn’t received a bad news from my surveillance team off campus about the vampire we had been trailing, they had lost track of him and all data they had collected had magically disappeared. I tried to console myself with my plan to get Christopher Rhinehart through his daughter but the vampire chick had gone ahead to annoy me a bit more by being thirty minutes late. I had been reading a text a brunette with big tits had sent me when I raised my head and saw her coming.

I pulled it out already expecting Marcus or the Sterling legal team with a follow-up from the sentencing. It wasn't either of them. The official Monochrome page had posted a new announcement. “Monochrome Announces International Expansion to Paris.” Beneath it was a flawless campaign image, elegant, minimal, completely her. There was no interview, no statement, no picture of Avery anywhere. She didn’t need one. Monochrome had already learned to speak for her. It was just the announcement, going out to the world while I stood in a courthouse parking lot. I stared at the announcement before locking my phone.

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the Blue Moon Pack's territory. On the balcony overlooking the vast expanse, Lark and Gabriel engaged in a conversation fraught with concern. Gabriel's anxiety was palpable, his worry etched across his face as he gazed out into the night. "Lark," Gabriel began, his voice a low murmur, "I can't shake this feeling of impending doom. Carla's jealousy and obsession with Mara are clouding her judgment. I fear she's leading us down a dangerous path."

It shattered on the floor, splashing cold tea across her boots, but she didn't feel the wetness. The pain grew. It wasn't just a headache anymore; it was a vision. In her mind’s eye, she saw a place she had only heard about in scary stories. Deep under the mountains, in a tomb made of silver-veined rock, a heavy seal was cracking. A hand, grey and clawed, pushed through the stone. Something is coming. The thought wasn't her own. It was a dark, oily whisper that coated her mind. The First-Born—the father of all monsters was waking up from a five-hundred-year sleep. And he was hungry.