Monoma X Shinsou Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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?”

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."

Sunlight from the hallway traced her silhouette, and for a brief moment, the room seemed to hold its breath. The elders rose without being told. Dom stood as well, something warm and proud stirring in his chest. Sonia’s lips curved into a knowing smile, and even Nick straightened, clearly struck by the quiet strength Mona carried with her. Mona met their gazes calmly, her expression open and composed. She moved to Dom’s side, her presence steadying, grounding. “Welcome, Mona,” Dom said, his voice firm but gentle. “Our Luna.” Awe lingered in the room, not loud or dramatic, but deep. The pack elders bowed their heads in respect.