Monochrome Rumor Novels & Stories

He didn't know by what miracle he was able to hear Cherry's voice conclude her report. "... Which leads me to the conclusion that the members of the Red Moon are likely to wonder about the order you gave through their pack link, Alpha Black."

he asked. I blinked. “Mind what?” He tilted his head, studying me like I was a puzzle. “The rumors. After the event. People have… thoughts.” I smirked. “People always have thoughts. You’d think being boring would stop that, but no such luck.” He gave me a look. “You think I’m boring?” “I think you’ve perfected the art of emotionally constipated silence. Which, I’ve got to admit, is impressive.” He laughed quietly, quickly, like he didn’t mean to. “There’s a thread going around. A video of us walking into the event. Someone edited dramatic music over it and called it ’Forbidden Romance.’”

Then every monitor in the archive changed at once. A single file appeared. One file. One name. The color drained from Selena’s face. Because she recognized it immediately. So did Cassian. So did Jonathan. The file title read: HOPE MORGAN — FINAL RECORDING (UNRELEASED) The Director smiled. And quietly said: “Would you like to see how her story really ended?”

Fred said, "but I don't sit well with you killing that innocent White girl. I know you wish to end the race. Can't you wait for another century, or another millennium?" Rose stopped touching the red petals of the rose, but she locked her gaze to it. All she could see was blood. It's all she wanted to see. Fred and his stupid questions. How could she tell him that this Anna was a great danger to her, if allowed to live, she would be the general voice of the whispers, and would rise to control her? "I can't wait," Rose said. "No more questions, Fred, or I would kill you." Fred gave a pitiful expression. "You really wish to be alone."

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Not blinking. Something really isc razy. I feel it deep in my bones.

She needed him to unravel the complexity of his thoughts, to reveal the intricate web of his mind during this therapy session. "Because it is complex," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of mystery. Nyx paused for a moment, his gaze fixated on her gray hoodie. "It's a mixed color that can thrive in your mind, tricking and playing with it. Gray can be the color of sins and at the same time, virtue. It has the power to blur the lines, turning sins into virtues and virtues into sins," he continued, his voice lowering in tone. "You can deceive your own mind with this color, manipulating the very essence of your being." Athena absorbed his words, her mind swirling with a mixture of intrigue an

A horrible growling sound echoed around the forest. Rogues.

'I knew they did terrible things in the US but I had no idea they offended so many people in Russia' Monalisa states in surprise. 'Everyone is watching to see the outcome of Marco and the red bulls alliance' Alexei says with a smile. 'I feel like they are waiting for it to end badly' Monalisa says then she sips her drink. 'Yes they re waiting' Alexei replies 'rumors have spread all over the darknet that he might be the cause of your "alleged" death, they also say he would never be as good as you'.

They were heading deeper into space—toward the outer rim. But that wasn't the problem. On the desk, the silver-moss vine that had grown during the "Green-Out" began to change color. It wasn't green, and it wasn't gold. It turned a deep, bruised Purple. The terminal screen went black, and a single line of text appeared in a language that looked like a fusion of DNA and binary: > THE HARVEST IS CANCELLED. > THE VOID HAS NOTICED THE NOISE. > PREPARE FOR THE ARRIVAL OF THE AUDITORS.