Monogatari Order Novels & Stories

But the dream glowed quietly within him. "Not nervous," she said with a smirk. "Even if you kidnapped me, I wouldn't be afraid." Dougal chuckled. "If that's how you feel, then let's just call it a surprise. We're almost there." "Good. Talk to me about something else so I can stop thinking about it." "What do you want to talk about?" "About the orders. You mentioned them earlier—did they go well? Are you finished?" "We were a little nervous, especially my father," Dougal said. "But yes. We got them. Goal achieved."

the master said. Sylvia took the photo. Took a bow and exit the room. The master looked never fine as she removed her mask. She was the same yet older. Kana. She was surprised to look at Sylvia growing fast just like Niko. And the last order for Slyvia before she will be placed on the highest position is on the go. If ever she fails. She dies. Kana waited for seven days. It was her long year of training people who can fullfill the last order from her master Zero. 'Kill Cryp.'

The voice of Ava resounded through the whole world. "Is there going to be a big battle?" Someone murmured. The Heaven's Gate Summoning Order only appeared once more than ten years ago, but it did not appear again after that. The appearance of this order meant that there was something that was going to happen again in the silent Heaven's Gate battlefield. Dragon, Sannuit, Austin, the masters of Abbott Temple, May Sect, and Martial Sect.the Excalibur Family, Babylon, Snow Summit and so on came one after another.

Lets just do it in increasing order of the first letter of your name. Ban: Well, going by that idea, first by that order, we will have Diego try this out first. Diego: Huh! Ummm.. What are you going to do? Murea: Haven’t you been listening. You are going to be a slave now. Diego: Ummmmm….What!!!

My mouth goes dry. "That's why the New Order wants him," Torres continues. "They believe that if they can harness his instability—if they can force a full break—they can control what comes through. They can weaponize the Underworld itself. Armies of spirits. Old gods. Whatever they can drag out. And they'll start with him." He opens the folder just enough for me to see the top page: a satellite image of the city. There's a red circle around the university and another circle around the Lakewood estate. There are also lines connecting them.

Maya gasped, looking to Zane, but his face betrayed nothing. Gabriel smirked. “Something wrong, Moretti?” Zane’s silver eyes flickered. “No.” Gabriel chuckled. “Interesting.” He leaned back. “I want this taken care of right now. The Order has no tolerance for betrayal. We send a message.” Zane nodded once. “Consider it done.” Gabriel’s smirk widened. “Good.” He stood, adjusting his suit. “Find out who it was. And when you do?” He tilted his head. “Kill them.”

Nya took the Heart of Magic and put it in the chest, casting a spell that would transfer the magic to Slate, and when she closed the door, it locked under a spell that only Slate could open. Taking a deep breath, Nya stepped back a few steps, glad to have that done. Now, she had to figure out how to get back to the battle. Her eyes went to Gator. He was still stone, her spell not breaking when she transferred the power, though she was sure that Slate could reverse it if he wanted to. She’d have to find another way. “Is everything all right?” She heard the voice of the maid as she came into the room. “Oh, my!”

I reached for the worn map tucked in my gear and unrolled it on the kitchen table, dragging my fingers across faded ink and claw marks from a hundred nights of battle planning. There. Just past the Wolfsgate border. A cluster of hollow hills the Order refused to patrol. I’d been there once. Years ago. On a mission I never reported. A place that hummed with something not quite alive—but not quite asleep either. I grabbed a pen and circled the path, heart thudding as my mind already calculated what we’d need: rations, shelter, cloaking wards, and, most importantly—distance. Distance from anyone who could sense what Nyx was becoming.

He said over his shoulder, “Go to my study and bring me the hecatolite.” “Ronin?” Caius said questioningly, “Have you made your decision? What’s our next move?” Ronin returned to the table in long, casual strides, pressing his palms to the surface and leaning forward. “I cannot fix what’s wrong in the Order until I fix myself, And there’s only one way to do that.” He looked at each of them, drawing out the suspense for a few seconds before finishing his statement. “I’m going to the Motherland.”

It was the wail of something twisted beyond life and death. Jon spun around, sword drawn. "Positions!" he barked, voice sharp. The villagers screamed as shapes began to form in the mist—phantoms, monstrous wolves stitched from soul magic and hate. Their bodies flickered, half-real, but their teeth were very real indeed. The Order. Even after defeat, they had not fallen. They had unleashed a final weapon—souls ripped from unwilling bodies, forced into ghostly beasts of war. The phantom wolves descended on the village in a frenzy.