Ash X Gray Novels & Stories

Despite the festive ambiance, Asher's mood darkened, and his once-charming smile vanished, replaced by a strong and aloof demeanor. Elijah approached, dressed charmingly, and extended his hand with a friendly greeting, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Gray." However, Asher's response was far from warm. Narrowing his eyes, he shot Elijah a piercing glare, withholding whatever words were on the tip of his tongue.

Since then, everyone praised him, looked up to him, respected him, feared him—all but the Gray Pack. "After long years of pack history, and they still have not moved on." Idaliah kicked the ground and shook her head. "We're almost nothing now, and they still have the audacity to ask for the elixir? They really want to leave us with nothing, do they? But whatever have we done to them?" She stood up and grabbed her hair, and in a fit of unsuppressed anger, she shouted at no one, "What the fuck did we do to them!"

The two had stayed in that position for half an hour before Sarah felt Gray's arms loosening. "Are you alright now?" Sarah asked as Gray released her hand. "Yeah." Gray looked a bit sheepish. "Sorry." "It's okay." Sarah softly chuckled. "So who's Sasha? Do we really look similar?" Gray shot her a fierce stare. "None of your business." "W-what?" Sarah scoffed. However, instead of answering Gray turned and walked away. "W-wait, I bought you hangover medicine." Gray never looked back. *** "Hey," Gray uttered as the door opened and revealed little Zia.

It was a pale, ghostly color, and as the wind swept through it, it made a soft, sighing sound, like a long, collective exhalation of sorrow. "This is the Grey Sorrow," Kael said, his voice hushed. "I've read about it in the oldest texts. It's not a natural grain. It was cultivated ages ago by an empire that valued stoicism above all else. They believed that joy led to folly and pain led to weakness. So they bred a grain that nourished the body but... muted the spirit. It fed their armies, but it also ensured their soldiers never felt enough passion to rebel or enough despair to break. They called it the 'Ash of Contentment.'"

Nyxara POV There is a dangerous moment that happens between survival and silence. A moment where adrenaline fades. Where instinct quiets. Where two people standing too close begin to feel things they absolutely should not. I almost made a mistake in that moment. --- The engines outside grow louder. Heavy vehicles. Multiple. Their headlights sweep through the shattered warehouse windows in long white beams that slice through the dark interior like blades. Rowan notices immediately. His jaw tightens. “That’s not good.” “No,” I agree quietly. “It isn’t.”

"Thank you for inquiring though, Goddess." I didn't bother trying to correct her anymore. She didn't listen to me about calling me by my name, anyways. A loud hoot came from across the street. Asher, Kord, and Xander were buried under bags and bags of goods. "They're worse than the ladies," Graysten said with a laugh. "You should see Asher's closet. He has more clothes than I've had in an entire lifetime," Scarlet said. Her smile was indulgent as she looked at her mate.

I’m still so on edge that it doesn’t immediately register that he’s coming from the direction of the squad complex; this is clearly friend, not foe. The air around the black wolf shimmers as he shifts, and I then see Gray’s muscular body crouching in his place. I’ve never seen Gray’s wolf before, but I’m struck by how beautiful he is. A beautiful wolf for a beautiful man. Brock’s already pulled his boxers on, but he tosses his gym shorts to a naked Gray. He slides them on so quickly that I can’t even really catch a proper glance at his manhood. Damn. Our eyes meet, only for a moment, then Gray stalks over to Casey and Brock. The three of them take a few steps away from Vienna and me, speakin

There was a loud crash, which scared everyone there. My ashes scattered everywhere. Jasper still felt angry. He laughed disdainfully and stepped on my ashes, grinding them with the sole of his shoe. The staff members' jaws had dropped in shock. They hadn't even had time to stop him. Jasper kicked my ashes and sent them flying. "Tell Amara that she came up with a very innovative trick this time round, but it's lame. I'm not going to waver at all, no matter whether she's dead or alive!

Yoel had already planned to get rid of his companies and assets slowly, and the person receiving them was me. I had already learned about all the things that had happened recently. For example, after I fainted, Yoel exposed the painting Rosa had stolen, and it destroyed her reputation. He didn't take back the art gallery and all the paintings and jewelry he had given to her. Instead, he burned everything to the ground. As the flames burned, he said with a smile, "You've messed with a devil, Rosa. No one else will donate their kidneys to you now, so you should just wait for your death in pain. You're the one who has fallen from grace."

A faint smile curved her lips, but there was nothing warm in it. Ashleigh Dana sat beside Voss, her hair shifting in soft ripples of color I couldn’t read yet, pale gold at the roots, bleeding into streaks of copper and violet. Her attention was fixed on me, a quiet alertness beneath her otherwise casual posture. Of all of them, she felt the least threatening, though I knew she could be the most unpredictable.