Allen Walker D Gray Man Novels & Stories

Alpha Gray POV The afternoon sun bathed the pack buildings in its last light as Alpha Gray walked towards his Pickup, waiting alone in the car park. He had spent another long day sorting out his affairs with Alpha Miles in the office. They needed to lend more soldiers from the Moonfall pack to help fend off the growing number of Rogue attacks on the White Creek territory. Alpha Gray was so stretched at the moment he had to ask his younger brother Ryan and his friends to help out patrolling the borders. He didn't like involving the family in work businesses, but the current difficult circumstances had given him little choice.

Antonio was human, and though he knew that I was a wolf, he didn’t really care. “Speak.” I said, looking at the man over my shoulder. His heart raced against his ribcage and I watched, waiting for what he was going to tell me before he took a deep breath to try and voice out what he had to tell me. I raised an eyebrow at the man and he clenched his fist. “Killian Ivanov has sent the heads of our last men,” he said, making me frown. “How?” I asked, glaring at him and he shook his head at me. I clenched my fist and I glared at the man, waiting for what he was going to say.

Then, heavy, synchronized footsteps crunched across the gravel, heading straight up the stone steps. Three men walked through the double doors. They were massive, easily towering over the human staff, their shoulders broad and their faces set in hard, unyielding expressions. They wore expensive, tailored dark suits, but everything about their posture screamed brute force. The man in the lead had sharp, gray eyes and a jagged scar running along his jawline. Beta Marcus Gray.

She was afraid that he was a bad person who wanted to kidnap her because of her stepfather's status as a very dangerous military chief. But Diana's wild thoughts disappeared when the man introduced himself.... "I'm Darren, that's my name." Darren? Annabelle's friend? Diana had never known. "I'm the boy who caught you crying in the restroom when your mom scolded you," he said again. Dana immediately shut her mouth. She finally remembered! Darren, the son of Alpha Adam who currently leads Pack Kyne. Diana still didn't think they would meet again. Especially after not meeting for a long time, she didn't recognize his face.

He keeps on beheading those hunters who tried to get his way. "Summon every evil you know, hunters," he growled, panting. "Call every angel because I will be the worst nightmare of your soul." Cold yet dangerous. Some hunters retreat as they cannot control the wild werewolf's strength. He tried to move near Emily, but the hunter's leader aimed the silver gun at Emily's head. 'Just let the fuck out of them, Drake. I'm good, and I won't die,' Emily assured. Drake shifted into a man. A lot of hunters were dead, with no heads already. The hunters' leader was the only one left while others ran away.

Hunter struggles to run as his leg still hasn't fully recovered after the last incident. "They're targetting the big heads," Grayson mutters, installing the silencer in his gun. He looks at Eden and presses his lips, "You take one?" "Okay," Eden waits for Grayson's signal before he runs to the dark alley. They jump on the black-suited men, straddling them on the ground. Harvey takes charge of Hunter, and he helps him stand up and walk him out of the street. Grayson groans when the man suddenly stabs his thigh with a knife. But he doesn't let go of him despite the pain. He pins both his hands above his head and punches his face, breaking his nose.

Then the front door slammed opened and Jax stood there, looking like a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Hello, me and my friends need to intrude. Would you step aside?” he asked the woman who had opened the door. Then he raised his gun and, without changing his facial expression, he shot one of Walker’s men that tried to sprint from the door. Emma felt tears of relief run down her cheeks. If Jax was here…, she thought. She didn’t have time to finish the thought as the door to the kitchen was kicked open with such force that it almost flew off its hinges. There stood Bane, looking like an ancient god of war and death. His black hair slicked back with strands hanging down, his usua

"Your two o'clock is waiting, Sir." "Send her in." There was something eerily familiar about his voice and I still didn't know his damn name. I shuffled to his door, my toes smooshed in my super-tight shoes. My foot hit something unsteady, I crashed to the gleaming white tiled floor. My skirt slipped down my waist, offering my interviewer a peek at my greying, sagging panties. Tears rushed to my eyes, my cheeks burned harder than my bruised knees and my ego withered. I tossed back my frizzy ponytail, peering up. Greyson Elliot sneered at me from behind a huge cherry oak desk. Fuck. At least I know his name, I guess. ​

“Mr. Grey, are you trying to cover this up the same way you did with your brother’s death?” Silence. You could hear the clock ticking in the hallway. And then Grey exploded. He lunged forward and punched the detective square in the jaw. “Grey!” I screamed, wrapping my arms around him. “Stop! Stop it!” The detective stumbled back, caught himself, wiped blood from his lip, and nodded at the officers. “Alexandre Grey, you’re under arrest for the murder of Benjamin Walker.” “No!” I cried out as they cuffed him. “You’re making a mistake!”

The door swung open. A tall, powerfully built man filled the doorway. **Kai Grayson**, 34. Ex-Army Ranger turned survival writer. Sharp jawline, intense dark eyes, short-cropped black hair, and a body honed by years of harsh training and mountain living. He looked at her like she was a hallucination. “You shouldn’t be out here,” he said, voice deep and rough. “No shit,” Lila snapped through chattering teeth. “My car is stuck. Phone’s dead. Can I come in? Please. Just until the storm passes.”