Monoma X Shinsou Novels & Stories

I say. "No argument," agrees Graydon. Tidiane steps forward, bowing low and introducing himself. "Tidiane," he says, "Métamorphe." Graydon looks at me. From the sudden silence around us, I realise the rest of our pack (the Neo-Novas? The New Crue?) have been watching and are now openly staring at Tidiane with mistrust. "A shapeshifter?" says Graydon to me. I feel Tidiane's irritation.

It didn't take a genius to hear the impertinence in this newcomer's voice nor to one to identify the snide scoff that soon followed it. With an exasperated sigh, and the oncoming signs of a migraine, Alexa unwillingly turned toward the beautiful but arrogant Native American woman, who stood tall and slender like a model, her straight black hair falling like an onyx waterfall across her copper-kissed shoulders. Her chocolate brown eyes were surrounded by an expertly applied smokey eye shadow. And her lips were smeared a bright red which stood out against her perfect skin.

All the Alphas, accompanied by their respective Omegas, from these territories have gathered to come up with a solution on how to trap and unmask this dreaded monster terrorizing the entire city. "I welcome all of you that have gathered here today for us all to put our heads together in killing this dangerous monster in our city." Alpha Valeria says this while avoiding the gaze of Alpha Leo. Alpha Valeria is the father of Elina, the future Luna of shadow moonpack who was stripped of her powers because she fell pregnant with a man who was not her mate. He is the Alpha of the shadow moonpacks, and his pack is gifted with the ability to shift for the first time at the ages of 14 and 18 for mal

The air crackled with anticipation, and the weight of our impending battle hung heavy in the silence. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows—a werewolf with eyes that mirrored the moon's silver glow. It was Ezra, a long-lost member of our pack who had vanished years ago, presumed dead. "Ezra?" I gasped, my voice filled with a mix of disbelief and hope. His gaze held a haunting intensity as he locked eyes with each of us in turn. "I have returned," he declared, his voice resonating with a newfound power. "And I carry a revelation that will change everything."

Mona arrived to the banquet wearing a white colored dress which is simple and plain. She was not dressed like the other guests in the party. That dress and her plain appearance gave her a vibe of innocence, which men find attractive. Sure enough, the moment she entered, she received curious glances from men around. But Mona was searching for Dane. When he found him chatting with Alpha Ruric from WIND SHIELD PACK. "Dane" she greeted Dane softly. Her tactic worked. She noticed how Dane's eyes turned softer when he noticed her.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

"He's fucking Nadia." Silence. "Marcus?" "Address. Now." "I'm fine. I just…" "Elara Vonross, if you don't tell me where you are right now, I will track your phone and show up with a baseball bat and a very bad attitude." I told him. He was there in fifteen minutes. The club was loud and dark and exactly what I needed. Marcus worked at Eclipse, a strip club downtown that pretended to be upscale. He got us into the VIP section, poured me something strong and sweet, and let me sit in silence while dancers moved on stage.

I know I have seen this before I just can’t place it at the moment. “OH Fuck.” I hear Mona mutter. “Well I guess we have our missing piece don’t we.” Shane says “Shit.”

The tavern stood like a jagged tooth at the edge of the Montague District, a neutral zone where the gilded safety of Phuwin’s territory bled into the lawless grit of the outer slums. "I’m breathing just fine, Sofia. It’s the sound of your heart racing that’s going to give us away. You’re pushing that Glamour too hard. I can see the edges of the illusion fraying," Nomo replied, his voice a low, raspy warning. He leaned against the damp brick wall, his face pale and drawn. The Montague medical pods had fixed his flesh, but the Fae rot still lingered in his eyes, a silver fog that made him look older than the city itself.

Her shoes were simple white sneakers. Mona, on the other hand, aimed to be a showstopper. She had a bright red training suit on with orange flames down the legs. Her black sneakers must have cost an arm and a leg. Too bad none of it was going to help her save face in front of her peers. The spectators circled around the platform as the two fighters took their positions. Mona’s wolf already shone through her eyes. “Ready for the beat down of your life?” Elena rolled her eyes, “Don’t have any better lines than that?”