Monoma X Shinsou Novels & Stories

"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.

"Fine then let's reject Monika" .

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.

And at their head, walking with the grace of a queen and the fury of a god, was Mona. Her gown flowed like living fire, her crown of smoke and bone gleaming in the moonlight. Her eyes locked on Kimberly, glowing brighter than the moon itself. “Little cousin,” Mona called, her voice carrying through the wind. “Did you really think you could hide behind him forever?” Kimberly raised her blades, her silver aura flaring. “I’m not hiding anymore.” Mona’s laughter rolled through the air, cold and beautiful. “Then step into the light and die in it.”

When it was six o'clock, I pulled a shirt over my hostel shorts and pulled on a hoodie to go, I didn't know if I should wear my Nike or addidas slides. "We want checks not stripes, Fam", Malik said quoting a line from a rap sound. White tee, black hostel shorts, white Nike slides and a grey hoodie. Did someone say Monotone? Chidimma was already there, she fiddle with her fro as I walk towards her. She lifted her head to search for me I suppose and our eyes met, she smiled wrinkling her eyes and I notice a dimple on the left side of her lower lip. "You have a dimple?"

And yet, as she opened her piercing blue eyes, they stared right into mine, and in that fleeting moment, I sensed a flicker of uncertainty in Roma's actions, a hesitation that betrayed a glimmer of doubt that perhaps this fragile being was not just a mere meal, but something more - a companion, a friend, a mate, and in that instant, Roma's actions faltered, its claws hovering above her skin as if poised to strike, yet hesitant to deliver the final blow. It was as if Roma, too, had glimpsed the truth - that this tiny, trembling creature was not just a prey, but a kindred spirit, a soulmate waiting to be claimed.