Allen Walker D Gray Man Novels & Stories

Walking through the smoke and debris is a man whose very presence makes the temperature in the room plunge below freezing. Alaric Sterling. He stands over six feet tall, broad-shouldered, clad in a tailored black suit that barely conceals the lethal, muscular frame of a pure-blood Alpha warrior. His dark hair is slicked back, and his eyes—a striking, cold, piercing gray—sweep over the bloody hallway until they lock directly onto me. He doesn't look at the groaning doctors. He doesn't look at the Ashford guards trembling on the floor. He walks straight past the shattered entrance, his heavy leather boots crunching over the broken glass, stopping less than two feet away from where I stand.

"They drugged me. I can still feel it in my system. Everything's… foggy." "What's happening, Ethan?" I whispered. "Who did this?" Before Ethan could answer, the sound of footsteps echoed through the warehouse. Slow and deliberate.. My breath caught in my throat. Ethan's entire body went tense, his eyes fixed on the darkness beyond where we were tied. The footsteps grew louder and closer. And then they emerged from the shadows. Three figures. My blood ran cold. Grace Walker and a man, tall and broad-shouldered, with dark eyes and a cruel smile.

His beard deserved its own I*******m. Graeme Sutter – The sniper. Brooding, tall, and always scanning for exits. Gave me a respectful nod and a “ma’am” that made my thighs twitch. Ewan Ross – Explosives and infiltration. Winks too much, probably trouble, definitely deadly. Caelan Drury – The leader of the security crew when the twins weren’t around. Tall, gruff, with a jagged scar across his jaw and a protective energy that made me feel safer just standing next to him.

After finishing his act by telling me he'd see me tonight, Connor's job was done and he was gone. "Shut the door behind you, Miss Carson," Tyler got straight to the point. Instead of taking his usual position in his chair, the man was leaning against the front of his desk, his arms crossed and his expression as hard as ever. He certainly wasn't impressed, and that made me equal parts overjoyed and terrified. "What can I do for you, Mr Gray?" I stood my ground, keeping as much distance as possible without appearing timid. "It's less about what you can do for me, and more about what you're doing to me, Ally."

Hunter looks angry and Creed doesn't look to happy either. “ he’s asking for you” Creed said pointing me to follow him “ a—asking for me?” Stuttering I step back a step unsure if it’s a good idea “ Yes, now let’s go!” He said in more of a command way then friendly I walked slowly towards the door knowing what I’ll see down there isn’t right. Walking down each step my heart was pounding louder and louder in my chest making it the only sound I could hear. When I got to the bottom of the stairs they pointed to Alex who was standing outside a cell with blood all over his hands and shirt. I covered my mouth in fear and shook my head no to moving any closer

Sending the man back 300 feet at least hitting a few trees on his way. A man with short brown hair walked out, he had red brown eyes and it was a little unsettling to Jake to say the least.He looked like a demon to Jake but other then that Jake couldn't get a good look.Making it hard for him to assess the new man standing in front of him. Glory looked at Jake and whisper to him “He read minds, be careful what you think.” Jake just nodded and waited, when the man came into view he had a short black sleeve shirt that showed off his tattoos and muscles. There was a dragon spiraling down his arm, and the initial “HE” on his arm, Jake didn't doubt that there were other tattoos on his back by th

"Who's that?" Carl emerged from the shadows in a monochrome striped suit. Everyone was startled when he walked out coldly like the devil. The Walkers' bodyguards immediately greeted their boss in relief, while the Ithanian Mafia paled and exclaimed, "The high and mighty Mr. Walker actually pulled a sneak attack? Wasn't it too pathetic of him?" "Is that so?" Carl coldly chuckled as he looked at the Walkers' bodyguards on the ground. Many of them were knocked out, which was out of his expectations.

I smooth my simple dress, take a deep breath that does nothing to calm me, and walk to the drawing room. An older man stands by the fireplace. He has Ethan’s height and build, but where Ethan’s intensity is a controlled, quiet force,this man’s authority is loud and immediate. His silver hair is perfectly styled, his suit is immaculate, and his eyes, when they land on me, are like chips of ice. “So,” he says, not bothering with a greeting. “You are the Grayson girl.” I stop a few feet into the room, forcing myself to smile and stand straight. “I’m Rora Grayson. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Walker.”

Some of the recruits gasp, and there are a few titters of laughter from the crowd. The guy doesn’t react, though his eyes flicker gold. He arches a brow, then turns on a heel, stalking back over to the other guys. He stops and turns back to the trainees, and I’m gritting my teeth, waiting for him to tell me to leave. I totally blew it. “I’m Alpha Gray,” the guy announces loudly, “and this is Jax, Brock, Reid, and Theo.” He gestures to each of the men around him as he names them off.

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.