Ana Grey Novels & Stories

He wraps his arms around my neck and deepens the kiss. Someone tugs on my pants, and I look down and smile at my kids. Mary is two years old and is just like her daddy. She's blonde with blue eyes and a beautiful smile. She holds her brother's hand, Noa, who looks like me, with his black hair and big light green eyes. I take them both in my arms and drape them over my shoulders. Angel kisses me softly on the lips and walks away from me, letting big white wings sprout from her back, - Angel?

A deadly scowl twisted his features, making him almost unrecognizable. Kaitlyn's eyes widened in horror before she burst out laughing. "You look like shit, Greyman! Did you die and refuse to resurrect?" Grey's scowl deepened, and he forced out a growl, "Fuck you, Kaitlyn." Just then, a pretty young woman in her twenties appeared from behind him, clutching the wheelchair. She had dark hair, striking green eyes, and a slim figure, dressed in camo pants and a bright yellow top. "Hello everyone," she said, her voice apologetic. "I'm sorry he's late." Her eyes darted to Grey, who was still radiating hostility, before returning to the group.

All of them with their distinctive auras. I come across a woman with the most beautiful shade of grey aura I've ever seen—though admittedly, my experience is limited. It's not the flat grey of a cloudy day, but something living and dynamic, like storm clouds charged with lightning. It shifts and changes as she moves, sometimes almost transparent, sometimes dense as fog. I couldn't help but speak. "Your aura is breathtaking," I say, the awe clear on my face. She turns toward me, surprise evident in her expression. She's older, perhaps in her fifties, with silver-streaked black hair and eyes so dark they appear almost black. Her blush tells me it's not something she's accustomed to hearing.

I squinted at the figure that was up ahead, and I recognized her before I saw her clearly. "Speak of the devil." I muttered under my breath as I stared at Ayana. "What is she doing here?" Daemon pulled over to the side of the road, and the cars that followed behind did the same thing. Ayana stalked towards us in a hurry and her figure became even more clearer. The colour of her hair had changed and it was white with a lavender hue in it. Her face was completely white and her eyebrows were finely carved to perfection. Her lips were puckered, giving her the innocence of a young girl, but her eyes would tell you that she was older than she looked. She wore a lavender sundress, stopping barely a

Snapped Doctor Grey. Hannabelle looked up, looking into her eyes, Doctor Grey was in her thirties, short reddish, brown hair, average height and just a little bit curvy, but there was a kindness in her eyes and a gaze that told you she cared, even as tears began to roll down her cheeks.

The Devotion Pack has been almost empty, after the Alpha disappeared, and rumours of Phantom Wolves roaming around scared Pack members away. Adrian crosses him from the list. "How about Grayson?" I hesitate, lifting my head from where I was brushing lint off my jeans. Grayson? "Who's that again?" I ask. The name Grayson doesn't ring a bell in my head, which is strange, since I'm familiar with most Alphas. "Alpha of Freedom," Adrian informs me. No wonder. Shaking my head, I slip off the edge of the desk, and take the pen from Adrian's hand, proceeding to draw a thick red line over the name. My blonde haired assistant stares at me as I resume my spot.

My mom had been captured by rogues for the sole purpose of using and abusing the red wolf’s power, and Grey was determined that it would never happen again. ‘I can’t make any promises.’ Grey replied. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. My wolf was unique. Although mostly black, his paws and a stripe on his chest were a dark red color. The color was so dark it almost looked black, but when the sun shined off of it, you could see the red hue to it. Grey liked to joke that it made him more powerful. I was certain it made him more of a jackass.

We arrive at the reserve and everyone had already arrived waiting for us. Even my friends from France were here. I still kept in touch with them and I sometimes have dinner with Annette each time she comes to New York. She is now living in Memphis, Tennessee. Some of them are in pink dresses and others in blue. Most are blue, I guess they are rooting for Grayson jnr. "You traitor. You want it to be a boy"I gasp at Erica who was in blue jumpsuit. "I don't want little Jane. Oh my goodness you are enough"she dramatically says and I giggled.

The age listed as twenty-six at the time, born in Connecticut. It was the same age and same state as Grey Falvetti. This wasn't a coincidence. Grey Falvetti and Grayson Falco were the same person. Which meant Grey had been inside our operations, had access to our security systems, our vulnerabilities. Two years before he "accidentally" met Annabelle. I needed to talk to Adeline. I found her in the library, laptop open, papers spread around her. "Busy?" I asked. "Just researching something. What's up?"

Her cheeks flush red and I smile at her embarrassment, even after being together this long, I manage to make her blush and her heart skip. "I think we should go back to the Royal pack and come back for the fight." "I don't think Dan will agree to leave Rhea," She sighs. "He'll stay and help her train," Anaiah's POV Agatha decided to reveal herself to me after begging for weeks, and I was stunned by her delicate and natural beauty. She has a childlike personality, she's curious about everything, and she wears floral dresses. One can say she's animated with her beautiful, creamy skin and soft features.