Charles Grey Kuroshitsuji Novels & Stories

Archie continued, patting Ash on the shoulder. "Hold on, young man." The only man with shoulder length hair interrupted. He is Charles Argent. The only 10th Century pureblood vampire of the Argent Family lineage that remains. Charles walked over to Archie and stretched his right hand out towards Archie. "Let me see." asked Charles politely. Archie also welcomed Charles's helping hand without hesitation. However, Ash swiftly grabbed Archie's hand, who almost managed to grab Charles's helping hand. Charles chuckled softly as he shook his head as his pair of blue eyes caught the vigilance in Ash's eagle gaze.

The darkness was now absolute, illuminated only by the faint, orange glow of the distant main street and the brilliant, white-gold fire of Ren Tanaka’s eyes. The rogue Kurogane lieutenant was a blur of steel and motion. He didn't shift into his wolf form; he fought with his short, curved sword, his movements a traditional katas that had been modified for supernatural warfare. He stepped into the path of the second shadow, his steel blade slicing through the dark air in a vertical cross-strike that was coated in a faint, gold aura of his own Alpha essence.

I decide to let him control everything as I am not strong enough right now. “You need to get her back, we need her back”, I hear Grey say in my head while I only bother to nod. Grey is a massive Grey wolf with bright yellow eyes, he is powerful and full of attitude, he has the attitude and confidence that I don’t. He is stronger than me and right now that is all I need, for him to control everything while I cry in the back for losing my mate so early in life. I am afraid she won’t come back.

"I want the man who broke my heart to be the one who tries to fix it. I want you to stop talking about the past and show me that you're actually here." A dark, hungry grin spread across Stiles’s face. "You’ve grown some teeth, Grey. I like it. I like it a lot.” “Want to see what this Grey can do?” A dark, hungry look crossed his face, his pupils dilating until his eyes were almost entirely black. "Show me."

Sephora smiled when she turned upon the silent table of Lords and Ladies, intently staring into each of their faces. All the Lords appeared to have their mates sat next to them, all except one. The said Lord was wearing a pitch black suit, his broad shoulders telling Sephora that he too was a warrior with centuries of experience. He was a male of unnaturally good looks, with a defined chin and full mouth, his skin gorgeously tan. His eyes were the most captivating of his features though. Pure grey eyes glistened with a predator's stare, as they met with her's, contrasting with his jet black hair that fell slightly over his face to brush his dark eyebrows. He was terrifying. Sephora wondered w

Grey's wolf was different from how I remembered him. His was fur was metallic white gold. The white gold part glittered and shined under the white light. He was huge and looked very strong and angry. Grey stood on his hind legs. I had never seen a werewolf do that, he looked like a man-wolf. We attacked Dimitri together, and we both tried to subdue him. Grey bit into his heels, but he used magic to fling him off, I sliced at him, but he was damn too fast for me. It was times like this I wished I had magical abilities. Dimitri punched me in the stomach and hit my hand, knocking the katana off. I wasn't strong enough for physical battle, so I stepped back. Grey attacked from behind and bit int

the man said as he stepped out of the shadows. He was tall, like most dragonkin with Sire blood were, I reckoned he was in his mid-thirties or so. He had light blue eyes and dark brown hair that hung down to his shoulders. His clothes were expensive and his hands looked like they had seen plenty of fights. “The infamous Ryder Grey, elite hunter of the supernatural world, we meet at last,” he said as he sat down on the chair that Clifford had placed in front of me. “I assume you’re Carlson,” I said to him and he smiled at me.

Then, as soon as he saw Charlie appear to hesitate, a silver bolt shot out of his sleeve, accelerated by Reiki and a ward straight at Charlie's face. Naturally, the idea was simple—kill Charlie, and be rewarded generously by Fleur Griffin, who had been hunting him for years. Charlie, however, was already wary of Horus and watching his every move. He was ready as soon as he noticed the fluctuation of Reiki at Horus' sleeve, not to mention that Horus' cultivation was a class beneath his. So as soon as Horus' bolt shot out, Charlie projected a huge burst of Reiki that enveloped the bolt—it looked lethal and fast one second, but simply froze in the next!

He groaned in pain, and staggered back. Grey let go of him, as he fell. He went on to defend Kain, and Zing, his wolf eyes revealing. He was quick, and unpredictable, and in no time, the men were laying on the ground in excruciating pain with broken bones. Andrew had also earned a devastating blow from Grey, that got him staggering. "Are these the men you plan on using to bring about my demise?" Grey asked, a little frown on his face. "I'm disappointed," he said, his eyes void, and empty, as he kicked past one of them.

A carved mystical beast on it, which looked like a Lycan. Gray glands at the larger door which look almost similar, same patterns but grander than the other, that’s should be the Lycan’s room, Gray thought. “So,” Gray asked casually, “Who are you to the Lycan king?” Charles shot him a deadly glare, “If you don’t keep your mouth shut, I’ll silence you myself,” he threatened. Gray lets a soft laugh, “You can’t do anything to me.” “Oh?” Charles scoffed. “Yeah. because he’ll kill you.” Gray puffed out his cheeks, looking adorable and smug.