Monochrome Rumor Novels & Stories

He ignored Arung’s outburst, his gaze piercing through the swirling sleet. "I hear the wind, Rangga! I hear the drones! I hear the goddamn corporate bastards getting closer!" "No," Rangga whispered, his hand reaching toward his chest, fingers splayed over the glowing, pulsing pattern beneath his tunic. "Beneath that. A hum. A frequency. It’s not a sound; it’s a command. It’s coming from the monolith. It’s been dormant for centuries, but they triggered it. They touched the wrong nerve, and now it’s shouting."

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.

Halfway through, I felt it again. That shift of awareness, like someone was watching. My voice almost faltered, but I held it together, pushing through the note until the very end. Silence followed. “Better,” Smith said after a moment. “Much better.” I nodded, but I wasn’t really listening. My eyes had already drifted back to the closed door where Drake had come through. It didn’t just feel like he was gone. I glanced up at the dark glass above the studio. I could sight a reflection that was not our reflection.

The lull in the Maine house was no longer peaceful. It was an empty space, and nature, the press, abhorred an empty space. By half-morning, it had been taken over by a low, constant thrum—the hum of rumor building to a roar. It started on the money networks. Men in well-tailored suits stood before monitors split between the Roberts Global stock ticker (still struggling) and Clarkson's corporate headshot official photo, their analysis biting and pure.

“Who was responsible for this? Tell me.” Hammer’s head sagged, eyes unfocused, words tumbling out in shards. “Dark… hands… shot,” he rasped, fingers twitching faint against the sheet. “Saw him… then nothing.” His breath stuttered, weak; he sank back, drained, the pieces slipping away like smoke. Monroe’s jaw clenched, a hunter starved for prey. “Give me a name,” he pressed, leaning in, but Hammer only mumbled again—slurred, disjointed. “Loud… trust… gone.”

I opened my notepad to list another very important line of action with my small smile morphing into a full on grin. Centre of excellence, the Badmus' are coming for you. ⭐ AN: Mike's POV comes next and fortunately, you don't have to wait :) Till we meet again folks, I really do love you, ✌illusionistic.

"I'll just apologize to him tomorrow." "So what do you have," Trix directed at Marcus, rubbing her hands together. "Ah," Marcus fumbled through his pocket and pulled out a clear bag. "Nothing right now except this really. I bought of off a gypsy of sorts, said it was organic. I tried it and it didn't do sh*t though," Marcus said. Trix grabbed the bag and observed the powder. As she held it towards the sunlight, it sparkled like the stars. "I'll take it," she said stuffing it in her pocket.

Mom looked at the TV while dad came to the living room and sat on the couch. "According to the senior officer Jacob Hernandez's speech, the killer cut the victim's hands and tainted his face badly. " "The dead body is almost unrecognizable. But monpura police are trying their best to find his identity. We haven't gotten any information from the forensic department yet." I gulped the lump in my throat. I had watched many Korean psycho thriller movies where psycho killers kill people horribly. But I never imagined something like that would happen one day in my town. That was horrendous.