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."

Most of the assassins in my graduating class have died already, and I had attributed most of their deaths to a lack of intuition. “Room 502 is this way.” Caleb starts to move left. He hasn’t picked up on anything unusual. “Hush,” I say, listening with my lycanthrope hearing. Room 502 might be left, but I hear the silence that way. To the right, however, I can hear heavy male voices. I ignore Caleb’s whispered protests and start my descent down the hallway. Caleb follows me with his gun drawn like he’s finally catching on.

of Manhattan; he was a man who had seen the end of the world and decided to walk back into it. ​"The Network is calling," he said, tapping the small, analog pager Moretti had given him. It was a simple device, vibrating with a rhythmic code. "They’re seeing the fallout. The 'Permanent Narrative' didn't broadcast, but the silence itself has caused a panic. The central banks are looking for a baseline." ​"They're looking for a Master Plate," I said, leaning my head against the cold glass of the window. "But there isn't one. There's just the Audit."

Lawrence. I knock on the door. Ramon opens with a frown. "I have come to pick up Roy," I say flatly. "Thanks for babysitting him and sorry I am kinda late..." He stares at me in silence, his eyes so pale that it creeps me out. "Roy is missing." ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

Moni replied with a thin smile. Robi tried to calm himself, "Yes, of course. Sorry for disturbing you, Moni. I... I'll leave now," Robi said as he saw Moni busy. Moni watched Robi leave, "Alright, Robi. See you later." Robi got lost in his thoughts, "What am I thinking? I need to control myself. Moni is working." As the night enveloped the house with darkness, Robi returned to his room with a heavy feeling in his chest. However, his mind was still engulfed in turbulent confusion. He entered his room, trying to calm himself down, but his thoughts continued to linger on Moni.

Rio abruptly ended the call and rushed out of the bar, a sense of foreboding tugging at his gut. In a dimly lit warehouse nestled near the ship bay, a chilling air of secrecy shrouds the illicit activities that transpire within its walls. The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of chemicals and the faint echoes of machinery. The walls are made of weathered brick, the paint long faded, giving the space an air of abandonment.

Heath’s mother and Lora Salem both looked as confused as Jules. “Have you heard the rumors, boys?” Abigail asked them directly. Rhett hunched in on himself, his hair falling over his face. Under the surface of the table, his thumb rubbed at a drawing the of Triquetra triangle on his wrist as if seeking to erase the evidence of his knowledge. Cameron looked at Heath openly, something which all the adults noted, their eyes all going to Heath as well. “We know the rumors,” Heath replied calmly, though his palm was sweating against Cameron’s.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

He was the sturdiness of our family and I witnessed him crumble over and over again as they named my charges. Edith Monroe Jewel. She was eighteen years old, majoring in economics in college. Her favorite color is orange like the sunset she insisted on watching every night from her dorm. Only child to her parents and used all her money she worked at a movie theatre to buy a ten-year-old Chevy. She was the most innocent face I would ever see, the face that would haunt me for the rest of my life.

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