Monoma X Shinsou Novels & Stories

It was a blessing in disguise though, because the little show of pain made it possible to see the owner of the voice. It was a woman. Dark skin, with a fading scar running from the right side of her upper lips down to her jaw. Her eyes were coppery, contrasting the brown dreadlock that was tied into a ponytail. She was no fresher with the spear and held it masterfully as if she was one with it. “One funny move" the woman glared, "and you are a dead meat.". Dead meat? Ejima shivered. Despite the threat, she felt sweat and fear covering her body. Her eyes strolled down to the woman’s feet and the notion in her stomach elevated when she saw the missing toe…

The beast that would swoop out of the sky and snatch up the poor, wailing girl in the distance. She heard his wings before she saw him. He seemed to come out of nowhere; he wasn’t there, and then he was, his large wings batting through the air, stirring up a breeze, even in the distance. He flew over the moon, the light of the full sphere illuminating his dark scales as he paused, wings spread, head held high, pointy, sharp tail outstretched. His front claws were menacing as he hung there in the air, and though Nya assumed he was truly studying the small girl at The Point, for a moment, as she stared up at the full, glowing orb behind the monster, she thought his eyes were looking directly b

She takes my hand in hers and squeezes it gently. "We are werewolves, not monsters," she says softly. "Our pack is called the Shadows and is led by Gabriel Valley. He became our leader after his father's death some months ago." I sigh and turn to look at her. Her blue eyes look sad as she stares at me. "I promise you my child, you are not a monster. Being different is your greatest power," she whispers, grazing her fingers across my eyebrows. "You'll see," she adds with a faint smile. I stare at her drowning in my thoughts. I think about everything. Me. Them. The pack. I'd have sworn last night was just a dream but I know what I saw and felt. It was all too real. "Your father and I are going

Up until this point she has shocked me with her responses to what she was told. Jaxson at that moment, reached for his mother’s hand and took it into his. I wondered if he too was worried about what he was about to tell her and what her response would be, but when he says to her, “Mother, the Moon Goddess has truly blessed me and our pack with a blessing that is so rare that we will be the first to accept it.” He then paused as he turned to look at me and I could see the love in his eyes for me before he turned back to his mother and said, “Quinn is a direct descendant of our Moon Goddess.”

she snapped back and I side-eyed him and grinned slightly. “Hi Luna, I'm Mona and the Beta of this motley pack,” she said softly offering me her left hand in greeting. “Smiling I said, “Nice to meet you and I'm glad you have learned not to mess with a mated man although it appears to be a rather harsh lesson,” I commented while I raised my brow at Nolan. He smiled sheepishly at me and shrugged. “She's staying now,” Nova inquired and I told her yeah. “No worries Luna, I have learned my lesson and won't be doing anything foolish again,” Mona stated sternly.

Charlie stands beside Maya, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. Ms. Lark: (smiling) “As you all know, we’re creating a mural that represents the unity of our diverse community here at New Moon Academy. I want each of you to contribute your unique perspective. You've all split off into groups or pairs and the headmaster has given us the northern wall which is the largest wall and the one that everyone sees when they visit the academy. That being said each of you will get your own section of the wall and once you have your ideas finalized we will all come together as a group to decide how we are going to transition from one idea to the next so we have one cohesive piece. That’ll be all no

I say, and a beautiful woman with Asian features pokes her head in, her ponytail swinging. "Hi! I'm Kira!" God, she's ethereal. Should I be worried? "Can I come in, Luna?" She asks, and my eyes go wide. Luna? Isn't that the female head of the pack who rules alongside her alpha? Don't ask me how I know that, I've been...reading a lot. "Sure," I say, and she steps in wearing tight black leather pants and a grey off-shoulder top. I gape at her, stunned.

My hair fell sideways, giving me a soft, almost fairy-like look. ‘Good morning. My name is Evans Halls, and I’m the newly signed artist. I was asked to be here today for the contract.’ I approached the receptionist politely. ‘Oh yes, it’s by 8:30 a.m. You still have five minutes. You can have a seat or go into the boss’s office, just by the left wing upstairs.’ She smiled. ‘Okay, thanks.’ The entire building looked fascinating; almost unreal, like something designed by AI. I chuckled to myself as I walked up and stopped in front of the office door.

I stood, calm and controlled. “She’s neither.” Mona’s eyes gleamed as she closed the last of the space between us. She was close enough that I could see the scar near her collarbone—the one she kept visible on purpose. “She should be one or the other,” she whispered. “Soon. Because people are watching. And in our world, blurred lines don’t stay blurred. They get… erased.” Her hand grazed my lapel, too familiar. I didn’t flinch, but the glass in my hand cracked—just enough for a line of red to run down my wrist.

"Do you consider us weird?" "No, Mistress Clara." "No?" Shamira asked incredulously. "Bondage vampires from hell isn't weird?" "Monique is a werewolf, not a vampire. And no, it isn't odd for us at all." "Werewolf?" Clara smiled. "Our guest is a woman of few words," she said. "Monique, I think she might like a display." "Display?" Shamira asked. "What kind of display?" Monique stood up and quickly undressed. While this was happening, Shamira pulled on the sweats, which were way too tight for her. Her breasts were amazingly firm (thank you Mr. Plastic Surgeon), so the lack of a bra wasn't a problem.