Monogatari Order Novels & Stories

After what seems like minutes, three different kind of eyes was open, one is red eyes with yellow irises full of bestial killing intent, other is dark with moonlike irises full of ice cold detached from any emotional intelligence, and the woman’s eyes are lifeless and blank but full of craziness inderneath while her jaw is twitching with a cracking sounds that is both bony and chilly, and her mouth full of yellow and rotten teeth kept open and closed. Informations kept puring in their mind like the great fload in its intensity and quantity, if they are not the original entities that our protagonist build with the help of this creator's realm that is mixt with his negative energy to strengt

Elias left the office with his awareness humming low and steady, the system rearranging itself around him in subtle ways. He understood now that fracture did not always announce itself as chaos. Sometimes, it arrived as order, claimed by the wrong hands.

"This will cling to your spirit. It will turn away ill intentions." Rita closed her eyes, letting the heat of the flames and the chill of the night sink into her bones. The school rose from the mist like a castle from a dream—towering stone walls, arched windows glowing with inner light, and an iron gate etched with runes that hummed as they passed through in Gogo's truck. Rita’s skin prickled. The air here crackled, alive with magic. Rita had never felt anything like it. "Wow," she breathed.

At once, a flood of images crashed into her mind. Screams. Fire. Blood pooling in the grounds. Circles drawn in ash and bone. Hooded figures chanting beneath a sky split open by black light. She staggered, clutching her temple. The sorcerer’s laughter echoed in her head, but she pressed on. “Who are you working for?” she demanded, her voice trembling but firm. His thoughts snarled back at her, like barbed wires tightening around her skull. ‘The Order. The Abyssal Order. You cannot stop what has already begun.’

“You meddle. You always meddle.” “Better than watching you chew through mortals for sport.” The bark ripples. Faces form briefly, with old, hollow-eyed remnants of past contestants. Their mouths move, whispering prayers that never reached gods. The forest breathes through them. “They entered willingly. The Game feeds because the goddess must feed. It is the order of things.” I draw another sigil, remaining stubborn. “Order’s overrated.” The ground cracks open an inch beside me, just enough to send a warning tremor up my spine.

Sad and angry, a storm churning inside, I turned on my heel and left, the doors thudding shut behind me. Back in my quarters, I paced like a caged animal, the walls closing in. Madam Lavigne tried to offer tea, but I waved her away, collapsing onto the window seat to stare at the gardens. Gold leaves swirled in the wind, mocking the decay beneath. How could I fight this? The Order held all the power—the secrets, the hunters, the curse itself. A knock came, soft but insistent. I ignored it, but it persisted. "Lila? It's us."

He paused for a moment, taking in my childish act as if trying to work out his next step. “You know Alpha Ben wouldn’t like you to disobey his rules.” His beta said causing me to snort with laughter. He frowned and a flash of annoyance washed over his face. I didn’t care. They were keeping something important from me and I was going to find out what in the moon goddess, it was. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m not part of his pack. Only the alpha of my own pack can truly order me about.” The beta rubbed his forehead and sighed heavily. He knew I was right. I smirked because I knew I was getting on his last nerve now.

The woman hurried to sign for the package, and I slipped toward the exit. By the time she turned around, I was already standing outside. “Ma’am, I can’t complete this order today. I’ll file an incident report with the app. If you really need pet care, please place a new order with clear details.” I left immediately. At the time, I thought it was just a weird mix-up. I had no idea that from the moment I stepped into that mansion, I was already being targeted.

Gina's dagger flashed in the dim light of the ruins, its blade etched with the same cursed runes that had plagued Autumn since the threats began. Time seemed to slow as Autumn twisted, her instincts sharpened by the newly forged bond with Gale. The silver light within her flared weakly, a protective shimmer rippling across her skin, but exhaustion from the ritual left her vulnerable. Gina's eyes burned with a fanatic gleam, her lips curled in a snarl that revealed fangs elongated by the Order's dark magic. "You stole everything from me," Gina hissed, her voice distorted, echoing the woman's earlier malice. "Nathaniel was mine—until you came along with your pathetic omega scent."

As the stone's glow faded, I sensed lingering traces of the Veil's ephemeral wisps. Robes rustling softly, the figures shuffled from the chamber. I lingered, watching the last phantoms of shadow disappear. The chanting fades away as they file out into the velvety blackness. My Father, Magnus, the enigmatic leader of The Order of Shadows, entered and stood at the stone, his black robes billowing around him. Those that remained moved the girl to the level stone and removed her robes. With arms outstretched towards the heavens, he began to sway rhythmically. His eyes closed in meditation.