Ash X Gray Novels & Stories

The armored tactical personnel carrier carved through the winding switchbacks of the northern highway, its heavy diesel engine a low, rhythmic growl that vibrated straight through the chassis. Outside the reinforced glass, the dense, mist-shrouded pines of the Bloodmoon frontier rapidly gave way to the sharp, imposing architecture of the capital’s outer industrial ring. Neon signs cut through the perpetual gray drizzle, casting bleeding smears of cyan and crimson across the wet asphalt.

We must plan well so that Samhain does not still leave us the same,“ the other wheezed in a hushed tone" "Those lycans will have us to answer to, soon...really soon” And with a cracking sound, they both disappeared into thin air.

"Don't take it seriously, Mr. Ty! I'm just kidding, and I don't wanna be fired…not now at least." He only smiled and brushed his hair with his fingertips leaving me breathless—I mean, astounded with his features. He really looks manly with his ash-gray disheveled hair and orbs. The black button-down shirt compliments his fair skin which can light up the mood of every girl who will see him. He's undoubtedly an ideal man—plus! He has this sweet personality, a gentle one. "You may go now, Feyra…" he glanced at me. "And Aksha. I know how exhausting you are because that's what I feel too, so go home and take a rest."

Using a single bullet each, I take them all out. I watch as Xavier runs from the forest, heading in the direction of Jax. He smiles as he sees a series of orange marks all over Jax. "Dude, you're not actually dead. They're just paintballs." "Ah, that may be true, but my pride is still injured."

Hot tears. They burned my red bumpy skin. “Help. Anyone?” My voice was raspy. I didn't only feel fear. I could taste it slithering down my throat. I felt a presence. A strong presence. Superior. Powerful. “Embrace it.” A thick and uneven whispering voice spoke. The ash I tried to scrub off from my body slowly dispersed into the air, forming a ball of thick dark fog. Fiery eyes shone from within the fog. “Embrace it.” It said louder, more austere.

Grey and Ash are about to get named as the leaders of the pack. I crumble the paper in my hand and light a candle. Then I hold the candle flame to the paper as it starts burning down the paper till it turns into nothingness. "What are you doing? Burning my room?" Grey asks, coming out of the walk-in closet. He looks so damn handsome if you ask me. The black suit matches his caramel skin, and the way he has combed his hair matches that playful smile of his.

I was stupid to think he liked me this whole time. “Yes, they are all Grants men” Zac confirmed. Phillip started screaming so I glanced over to see that Grace was carving something into this chest. I was intrigued so walked closer so I could read it. PIG was now carved on his chest in big letters. “I am not a big swearer” She giggled. “No, it suits him” I smirked as I put my cigarette out on his nipple. “Want one?” I asked as I lit another taking a deep drag.

Pain grounded me better than breath. And then I saw it. The snow. Not white. Gray. Threaded with streaks of black. Faint at first—just a dusting over the driftline—but it thickened the further I looked. Smoke-smudged. Charred. As if ash had fallen from above. I knelt slowly, the fur hem of my coat brushing the frost. There was no fire trail. No embers. Nothing burned nearby. But the ash was real. Cold to the touch. And fresh.

Jayden said coming out of the darkness. “Jayden you cannot stop it, I have seen it," Alexandra said. She slowly walked down the stairs and meant Jayden at the bottom. She touched his face and smiled. “Your life will be spared.” “Why are her eyes gray if she isn’t destined to be a vampire like me?” Jayden questioned. “That I haven't seen,” Alexander said. “But you see her die?” Garrett asked. “Yes.” “When?” Jayden asked before Garrett could. “I do not know.” She spoke. “Your mortal is stirring in your room Garrett I'd go to her now.”