Monogatari Order Novels & Stories

The tide of the battle was turning against us, but before I could react, I heard my siblings’ voices in my head. “We will come back. And we will have our vengeance.” In the midst of the chaos, my mother appeared before me. “Raise your hands to the sky and repeat after me. Now, quickly, so you may return when the time is right.” I obeyed, drawing upon every ounce of strength as I chanted the prophecy: "This is the prophecy of the Order. Hear now, for we shall return when: One born of royalty, One born of sin, Three brought together, Brothers of another,

The dim red lights in the tunnel reflected off his four black glossy slanted eyes. It was the tunnel’s dim red ceiling lights that helped Olivia see the monster’s pitch-black eyes. Those eyes were peeking through the leveler’s gated door, focusing on Olivia and Lukas. Olivia had a Beretta M-12 submachine gun strapped to her back, but her paralyzation wouldn’t let her reach for the gun. She could sense the creature’s wrath, and she knew that shooting at him would only make him angrier.

Cazer's voice lacking in any empathy, the leader of the Moon Gate Guardians merely smirked at the reply as he permitted an equally cold agreement, “Quite.” Obviously exhausting the words they had to exchange with one another, the rogue wizard nodded his head in the direction of the two witches on either side of him. This motion acting as some sort of cue for them to launch their assault, they both began to mutter separate incantations. The dialect, a turbulent medley of an ancient dialect Allen had never heard before, he took a step backward as the dead began to rise from the ground. Hovering less than a foot above the floor and its debris, they moved unnaturally as if manipulated by invisib

— The forest swallowed sound. Even the crunch of boots on soil seemed muffled beneath the weight of ancient magic. The Order moved in a tight formation, cloaked in gray and crimson, their sigils glinting faintly beneath the dim morning light that filtered through twisted branches. Marek led the way, his wolf beside him — a massive silver beast with eyes like molten steel. “Eyes and ears open,” Marek commanded, his tone sharp and steady. “Anything moves… we put it down.”

I grabbed the book and we moved just as a blast of dark energy tore through the chamber wall like paper Figures stepped through cloaked in ash and silver Not Hollowborn Not wolves Something else entirely Their leader’s voice rang through the smoke “Elixir daughter of ruin child of the bondbreaker you have sealed what you should have unleashed” I stepped forward book clutched to my chest fire still crackling under my skin “Who are you” He pulled back his hood revealing eyes of pure white and a face covered in sigils that pulsed like veins “We are the Order of the Unmade” Lucian growled “Never heard of you”

The bloody order came to his mind, “Head to my voice, and everyone is expected to come out alive. This the bloody order...” This voice came from the deepest of his soul, and he can only supress it deeply together with the hag! The hag said before it silence for good, “Whether you like it or not, you must head to the bloody order of the ancestors! Or you may regret it later...”

He knew nothing of his enemies before that battle but now he has a chance to take tactics by the balls and hopefully win against the whole werewolf faction. "How?" Monroe asked, interested. Not being able to take the hint of Grey looking into his former territory if there was one. "How's your pack revenue!" Grey asked taking over, he pulled the map closer. "It's great! Multiple businesses and a secure Swiss account with several thousands!" He bragged still not getting the point Grey was driving at. "If you are able to get moons peak off the attack team that will leave Lycaon Order, Rogue nation, ShadowLake and Blood moon. Among these Lycaon order is the most lethal so take them off the map w

When I opened them again, everything had changed. The road was smoother. The trees were taller, their leaves impossibly green. The sky looked bluer, like it belonged to a painting. We drove through a second Arc just like the first, and I felt the same strange sensation, like all my bones had shifted. My stomach rolled, but I kept it together. The car finally slowed as we neared a set of black iron gates set into a tall stone wall. A sign above read, NOCTURNE PREP: Home to the new Order. Security stood at attention, watching us with eyes that missed nothing.

Monroe ignored him, his gaze never leaving Damien. “The Order was never meant to survive,” he said. “It was merely a stepping stone. A test to see who would rise… and who would fall.” My stomach twisted. “You orchestrated all of this.” Monroe finally turned to me, his expression almost… pleased. “You’re perceptive,” he said. “No wonder he keeps you close.” I didn’t like the way he said that, like I was analyzed and categorized in a matter of seconds. I tightened my grip on my gun. “And what exactly are you trying to achieve?”

000 Meter Nine other slaves were the same as Ertan, but don't have Berserk mode yet. Xiao Wan gives the order at chat guild, if there is a spy, they can't know the information. "First order, make potion 1, potion 2, and potion 3, health potion, cultivation potion, and longevity potion. Second-order, sell it by auction or normal transaction. Third-order, upgrade all Mortal maids and manager to level 1, to defend them self at our base. Fourth-order, build a wall around our territory. Fifth order, wipe out Curt Sect, but don't kill them."