Charles Grey Kuroshitsuji Novels & Stories

Not the clumsy snap of a human, but the deliberate, heavy crunch of something that weighed four hundred pounds and knew exactly where every leaf lay. A shadow detached itself from the trees. He wasn’t in his wolf form, but he might as well have been. Silas, the Alpha of the Northern Pack. Roman’s oldest rival and the only man who had ever looked at my blueprints with more interest than my face. He was dressed in a black tactical turtleneck, looking more like a mercenary than a high-society wolf. His eyes weren't blue like Roman's; they were a dark, molten amber that seemed to track the very rhythm of my failing heart.

He shot one more cold glance at me, then he rushed out of the room with Marcus following behind him. Few minutes after he left, I heard a loud howl. It was Charde’s, and that certainly meant that his father was dead, because that was the wail that we werewolves made whenever we lost someone precious to us. Charde returned to the room as a burning fire, his eyes beaming red with rage. “Who are you working for?” His voice gave me cold feet immediately. “And answer me quickly before I do something rash." “What do you mean, Charde? I love you and would never do anything to hurt you. I swear on my life, I didn’t poison your father—”

Ryuou unsheathed a Japanese katana by his side, revealing a gleaming silver blade with rubies and silver dragons adorning the black hilt. Yuri resisted the urge to snarl. Him and his God complex. “You can try.” Yuri stated, readying Odium. “Try to kill me if you can. I am not a Phantom for nothing! And you’ll also do well not to underestimate me!” There was silence for several moments before Ryuou moved forwards with alarming speed and without any warning.

Grey laughed and this infuriated him a lot more. The next second, Caleb plunged his claw right into his shirt and then brought out his heart. Grey eyes went red before he fell lifelessly to the floor. Caleb breathed out angrily, his nose flaring. The moment he turned around, hoping to see Ryan, a big wolf grabbed him and then tore his chest.

The rage and bitterness that had sustained her for so long warred with the flicker of something else—a strange, reluctant empathy for this man who was more lost than she had first realized. “What do you need from me?” she finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She knew it was foolish, but a part of her had already made the decision. Despite everything, despite the hatred she felt for the pureblood wolves, she couldn’t turn her back on the fight. Not when it was so close. Cassian let out a breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly as if he had been waiting for this moment. “I need you to help me find the Heart of the Greykin. It’s the only thing that can break the curse. It’s the only

ALPHA GREY I sometimes find it extremely amusing to remember that at some point in very recent times, there was no Suro Kingdom, nor a White Crow, or even an Alpha Grey. There were only hundreds of packs, even more rogues, and a secret witch who had raised her werewolf from death and made him into a killing machine.

Lifting her up, he showcases to everyone the first death by the hands of death wolf indeed. The death of a soul. Her body thrashes, to be only held up. Looking at her eyes, with those white ones. Char's soul gets sucked out of her body. Her body colour changes to pale white in few seconds. And that's it . Thora looses her grip and Char falls down. Dead. Chaos enters the place with everyone running around to save their lives. The monster of a girl standing in front of them, the evidence of the prophesy of the curse.

Grey Came out of the bathroom which he was already half in. "Are you feeling alright? How's your fire?" Thanatos questions fast and consecutive. "Fine and fine. Back to the matter where is this so called gate to Tartarus!?" Grey said through his teeth, he knew something was wrong but he couldn't place it, since he resurrected he felt broken. "I have been to everyone of your hunting parties. Slash marks from claws and blade but no burn marks or burnt down houses, no fire!" Thanatos said walking towards Grey. "I said am fine!" Grey persisted, nothing was going to stand in the way of his vengeance.

I caressed her face scanning if it was really her and it was ended her. “What’s wrong–” I didn’t let her finish and kissed her torridly like a hungry beast. I kissed her with eyes open while hers was shut. “Ser–” I gulped to feel a familiar weight on my throat. I inched my face away and averted my head on the said. There stood Grey Preston and he was holding the scythe that he put around my neck. He was staring directly at me. He was wearing a black cloak with a hood. I shivered when the flesh on his cheek fell like it was being melted. His right eye popped out and fell on the floor. Now, a skeleton was standing beside me with one eye. He revealed his true self.

Alex managed a faint smile. He had changed from his usual uniform to an Italian royal blue suit and a inner white shirt that pressed neatly on his abs and muscular body. His long tinted wavy hair hung losely behind his neck as he threw a wide smile that spread his black trimmed beards a little to the corners of his cheeks. Charles was popular for his charm and looks, aside for his intimidating strength. “What pack launched the attack?, Charles asked curiously as he fell to the sofa chair. “I can't believe any rogue would dare lay hands on you, of all the pack members in the region”