Alexis Grey Shepherd Novels & Stories

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

Without another word, Xavier ambled out from the room, Alpha Arthur shortly went after him, taking the last drag of his cigar before throwing it down on the floor, crushing it beneath his feet, bringing him a queerish sort of satisfaction. Jett reeled to his circle. "Find Alexis and find him fast!" *************** **************** Alexis finally reached his destination in front of a familiar porch. He stared at the door, feeling infuriated. His blue eyes were darker than usual his shoulder going up and down along with his chest. Without a moment's thought, he thumped in the door and it opened soon after, revealing Gray's grandmother. "Alexis, what brings you here?" "Is Gray in?" The old woma

From the time we are able to shift we try to strip down on beforehand, so our clothes don’t tear to shreds every time we shift. Jenna and I strip down and store our clothes, Jenna is the first to shift. Her wolf Jesse has a dark gray coat and brown eyes. She nudges me and I stroke her soft fur. I take a step back and fall down on all fours, my bones cracking and fur covering my body in a blink of an eye. Alexis is a lot bigger than Jesse, my wolf’s fur is a bit longer and has a dark brown shade to it. Her eyes are the same emerald color my mom had, I love that I inherited that bit of her. “This was just what I needed.” Alexis purrs and I hand her the reins. Our wolves take off, playing and r

He bowed before us and greeted us. "Hello I am Alpha King Greyson, of Lycandor. Pleased to make your acquaintance, your highness's." His manners shocked me. I expected him to be a total barbarian because of they way he was dressed but in fact, he seemed a perfect gentleman. I giggled at my insight, looking at his furs. He glanced up at me through his lashes and smirked at me. As soon as he straightened up his smirk disappeared and he was all back to business. I shifted uncomfortably in my heels and stumbled forward into him.

Her wolf form was tiny, barely coming up to Tiger’s knee – a fault that was made all the more pronounced by the fact that she kept her head drooped meekly at all times. All thoughts of Mousey Marcella were swept from my head the second Alpha Caleb came into view. His wolf towered over all the others, and he would have been easy to spot amongst any crowd even without his distinct colouring. His sleek grey coat was splashed with black down his back and chest, and his paws looked as though they’d been dipped in ink.

The Red Moon Pack grounds were quiet now, but the sounds of the morning’s trouble still felt like an unwanted visitor in the air. Wolves walked slowly through the clearing, their fur messy with dirt and frost. The older wolves and leaders whispered to each other, thinking about what had happened. Their eyes often looked at him; Alexander Grey, the omega who had fought like a storm nobody expected. Some looked at him with wonder, others with jealousy they tried to hide, and a few with careful fear.

ALEXANDER I walk into Nirvana's office with my hands in my pocket. She's a human therapist—but she knows so much about werewolves because her family comes from that line. She's someone I trust—not extremely, though. Through her golden spectacles, her eyes smile at me, as she crosses her legs. “Alpha Alexander Grey,” she acknowledges with a small bow. “When Hudson booked the appointment, I really thought you weren't going to make it.” She chuckles lightly, and I settle myself in a seat across from her.

she says blowing on the mug before taken a sip “ Why do I feel connected to her?” I asked my wolf Max confused at this warm feeling I got on the inside the moment I laid eyes on her. “ she's smells amazing! She's our mate Alex, she looks so cute all cold and chattery” he purrs already smitten.

“One! Who is this wolf that had been stabbed? Name her!” “It’s Akisha,” Leo answered, while two of Alric’s Gammas secured his arms. He was a follower of Greyson since Alric could remember. “Akisha? Isn’t she the strongest she-wolf in the northern borders?” He asked, and a frown easily formed on his face. “Ah, yes,” Leo replied hesitantly, looking sideways in Greyson’s path.

“Still in the Snowlands. Last I heard, he killed an alpha and married her wife. Ingrid, I think her name was.” “Alex, then.” “Probably. I’ll send someone to monitor the Grey Keep. He could make things difficult for us.” The thread of light that Liana gave Blake wraps around his soul and pulses inside him. He shifts on the stone, stretching one of his legs and arching his back slightly. Jack frowns. “What’s wrong with you?” “I can feel her.” Jack’s nostrils flare, then he chuckles. “Luckily for you, she’s not a half-wolf who’s just about to go through the transition ... oh, wait...”