Ash X Gray Novels & Stories

“We are what?” Hazel's voice was quiet, but her hands balled into fists beneath the table. Gabriella gave an apologetic shrug , if it could even be called that. “It’s all been arranged, Grace is an old friend of mine and we decided we want to be more than friends we want to become families so we decided to get you both married to one another ” “You arranged my life like I’m a… product? We don't even know or love each other!! ” Hazel’s voice trembled with restrained fury.

But, he and Ash Grey were like light and darkness, direct opposites who had no business with each other or an excuse to cross one another's path. Also, adding to the piling up to the available information was the mysterious fact that Ash had only relocated to Rosewoods from Greece five years ago. So why exactly was this man called Ash Grey after him? Noah tilted his head to the side as his eyes narrowed. Ash Grey had just managed to successfully spike up his interest and this time, he would be attacking first.

Gary scoffed, "So what? It's still his fault!" "Dude, chillax! Don't blamed your unluckiness to us since I reckon your son's decision. You kill their mother, so it's not bad if they hated you dearly. Besides you deserve it," Asher interfered while wiping his gun with a handkerchief came from the dead men on the floor. He throw it out and scratch his head with it, "It's getting so boring you know? I came here because of the party but my nerves wanted party extension, it's not enough. Gray, can I end this m*ron's life?"

My bones twist and crack as they dislocate and realign to the form of my beautiful wolf. The near perfect, and smooth transition is seamless now, and Ash shakes her beautiful deep gray fur out as I drop back to give her the freedom she loves for her runs. Seeing things through her eyes is bizarre but beautiful. So detailed. And she wastes no time in setting off across the forest.

"You smell weird, it's like you have someone else's scent on you" Alexis gulped, not liking the odd tone of Gray, his eyes that seem to be a warning. Alexis chuckled nervously. Something just didn't feel right, like the way his usual fresh rain scent that Alexis used to like had now turned into something sour and bitter, the usual cheerful glint in his eyes was nowhere to be found and his aura, that used to be light and colorful was now thick and black that it brought an awful feeling to Alexis's stomach. "I might have brushed against someone on my way here"

He chuckled, “Noted. And thanks for the offering. I’m famished.” Amber got one more shameless view of Ash, this time from behind as he pilfered through the leftovers. He had a nice ass, no surprise, but Grayson still held that record. And no she wasn’t biased on the issue. Grayson had a rather tight and voluptuous ass for a man, better than many ladies too she’d wager. She wondered the size of heat Ash was packing, she maybe a woman spoken for, but Amber still had a pulse.

As soon as those words leave my mouth, laughter fills the room. "No, Zara. He is not Annika," Asher says, shaking his head in amusement, before adding, "This is my best friend, Carter Gray. Carter, this is Zara Howard." Carter gives me a small smile with acknowledging nod and I just smile back at him. He is a lot like Asher but somehow yet very different. He is a tall, handsome, muscular man but unlike Asher, I see no traces of tattoos on Carter. And for some reason, he seems a lot more reserved.

He asked, immediately taking notice to Aaron's hair. Aaron felt pleased, for some strange reason. "Blonde is bold, you know." He tried joking. "You mean black?" Adrian asked. "Blonde is bold," Aaron said. "Black is a rebel, while brown, is... In the gray. Just like yours." "Mine. Right." He ran his hand through his hair. "But I still like blonde hair. I think I might get mine dyed soon." Clearly it was the liquor talking, but Aaron felt the urge to just squeal like some cheerleader who just a thank you letter from her jocky crush.

Why was he so terrifying to them? "Let's see how they like this," he grunts and the large barn that houses the horses explodes. I scream as the explosion goes off and look in the direction of his destruction, but when I do, a wave of calm washes over me. The darkness had been concealing the members of the Gray pack from me this whole time, but the light from the flames has revealed the silhouette of a wolf and a cougar standing just on the other side of the drive way. That's what he meant when he said they all heard me approach. The Grays outside were ready.

Luna uttered gratefully. The next afternoon, Hunter, frustrated at still not having a chance to act against Luna, drove back to the apartment complex he was renting and decided to eat at a nearby restaurant. As soon as he ordered, two foreign men wearing black caps walked into the restaurant. The similar-looking men appeared to be brothers. Both were tall and muscular, with large tattoos covering their wrists and necks. From a distance or up close, they didn't look like the kind of people to mess with. They sat at the table next to Hunter's and casually threw a backpack containing tools onto the chair beside them. Then, in low voices, they began speaking in Naavean.