Monogatari Order Novels & Stories

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.

" I see the flash of anger in their eyes at the fact that I gave them an order. They have no other option but to follow my orders, so they do as they are told. I do try to soften the blow though. "I am sorry that I had to make that last part an order, we need everything in a very specific way for the spell to work, I needed to make sure that no one moves or touches anything they are not supposed to. Thank you for understanding." I tell them, wanting them to understand the order, but at the same time makeing sure to keep the order intact.

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he replied with a cool expression. "Everyone go and work!" he hushed to his workers. Everybody left the hall without a lot of movement. As the hall emptied, Tsu Lian placed his hand in his pocket and was looking at the details of how work will be held in the parchment his father left him. "Tsu Lian, it is time to have my revenge." Lin Zoe murmured. "I will be your trust in your eyes but your killer in the back. You will give me all your secrets and submit them to me but I will make you fall from the highest of mountains." she smiled ruthlessly with evil dark eyes.

He repeated the same words over and over, in a terrible rush, his voice growing louder, stronger and angrier with each iteration. “Sister and Brother Moon, By the Power of the Ancients, Passed down to me by the Fearsome Magick of the Relics, Here witnessed by the first sacrifices of the New Order, I order you now to bestow your Gifts Upon Me, the Supreme One, the Patient One, Who has Waited for You to Give Me What is Mine. Enough! Do it Now! Sister and Brother Moon, By the Power of the Ancients, Passed down to me by the Fearsome Magick of the Relics, Here witnessed by the first sacrifices of the New Order, I order you now to bestow your Gifts Upon Me, the Supreme One, the Patient One, Who ha

Garett lost his usual poise because he too was clearly stunned to believe his eyes. "Hey! Little Pony, can we surrender? HAHAHA!" he stayed in character in the end unlike his friends who were steadily inching away from the magical beast. "GO! It is I it wants to kill. Don't lose your lives here with me. Ehem." an aged voice was the second to react after Garett. "HAHAHAHA! We are The Order of Moira! We live and die together. It is one of our sacred vows! Or did all of you also sprouted wings and tails after meeting our good friend, Little Pony right here?" Garett mocked at the rare moment of cowardice he saw from his allies.