Blake Gray Imagines Novels & Stories

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

POV: Blended (Blake + Ave) --- Blake — Sunday Evening, Lab Heat and Tension Blake shouldn’t be thinking about her hands. He really shouldn’t. But here he was, standing just inches away from Ave Imani in the dim glow of the robotics lab, brain completely short-circuited because she leaned in too close. Again.

"Acting like she’s never been in my bed before." Gray’s voice crackled back through the radio, smooth and teasing. "That’s not her cup of tea," he said, brushing off Jonah's jibe. He pulled out a blister pack from his pocket, a familiar sight to me. Gray had a penchant for these pills, often mixing them with a shot of liquor to make the effects hit harder and last longer. He opened one of the blisters, holding the small white pill between his fingers and rotating it slowly. "Here, have it," he offered, his voice inviting.

he said, already starting a historical lecture about Riven. But for the love of the Goddess, I was not interested in all those at all. I wasn’t really ready for some biography about the Blackthorn family or whatever it was. Especially not with the kind of discomfort I was feeling right there. I could feel the tug and my wolf howling restlessly inside of me. But I still had to act interested even if I wasn’t really invested. “Oh wow. Really?” I said, feigning surprise. “He never really talks to anyone except his teammates. Many think he is proud,” Gray continued, looking back at the place Riven had just passed. Gray was right in this one. Riven was a human peacock.

“Where is he?” “Outside the hall.” “I’ll be right there,” I said, already moving. Sloane watched me go with an amused look. “You don’t look tired anymore.” “I’m not,” I said without turning back. When I stepped out, Gray was leaning casually by the pillar, arms crossed, posture relaxed like this wasn’t the center of a brewing political storm. The moment he saw me, his eyes softened. “You look exhausted,” he said. I walked up to him, unable to hide my smile. “Fire magic is exhausting. Sloane doesn’t believe in mercy.”

“Elder Gray, currying favor is a game for the weak.” Eira stared straight into his aged golden eyes, her tone steady and unwavering. “I came to Blackrock City to prove one truth. When the Dark Wolf King awakens, only my light can carve out a path to survival for all of you.” The words hung heavy in the cold cliff wind. Gray’s mouth fell slightly agape, shock flickering sharply across his face. The howling wind seemed to vanish entirely in that instant. He stared at the seventeen-year-old girl before him, stunned.

Gnarled roots are taking over the path leading up to its porch, and the orange light coming from within the windows is so cozy. So gorgeous. "Do you like what you see?" Blake asks. She is standing many feet away from me, human-sized to make me feel less alone among the many giants walking past us. "Your city is amazing!" Blake smiles in her feral way, then nods at a crackling fire. I follow her gaze and stop breathing upon seeing Finn sit in front of it. He stares into the flames with slumped shoulders, and Blake places a hand on my shoulder, encouraging me to approach him.

Throughout the trip on his yacht, Gray didn't smoke a cigarette which I was grateful about. I wrap my arms around him from behind and kiss his back. He takes a deep breath and relaxes his muscles. He doesn't say a word to me. I watch him through his tall build as he puffs out the smoke. He looks like a dragon from hell when he spur's out the smoke but looks human once the smoke is out. " You okay?" I ask and look up at the back of his head. " I don't really know. Just thinking about Damon. If he's really alive, what's he like? What if he has changed and forgotten about his daughter?" Gray says.

“I have already told you that she wishes to talk to you. Right now, there is nothing else to discuss. I need to think about what I witnessed.” Blake is the one to leave the office first. He doesn’t even look back at me and turns towards the front door. Seconds later I hear it slam shut and from the window, I see him strut across the ground. He looked like he was heading towards the forest. How could I be the bad one in the vision? How could I be the one that everyone looks too? I was no one. Maybe that was the point, there was no one to look to me, because I killed them all.

Nevertheless, they were not shy as they were middle-aged men. Only Cherry still had a stony expression on her face. It was as if she could not see Lucas. "Dude, are you perhaps here at the Mountain Range of the Fallen Rocks to look for treasure as well?" Blake asked Lucas. Blake was not feeling too well. Back in Sky Blue Base City, aside from having a prestigious family background, he had looks that managed to spellbind many ladies. His looks which he was so confident about was like the earth when compared to Lucas' face which was like the sky.