Conan Gray Novels & Stories

It was war smelling the mate bond. I thought the bond was dead. “You smell like power now,” he growled. “Like storms and the moonlight. What really happened to you?” I stood tall, refusing to hide my body. “I survived. I was what you tried to kill.” Damon’s jaw dropped. For the first time, I felt pain appear right in his eyebrows. “I was wrong, Annie. Cassandra lied to me. I only allowed pride and fear to make me throw away the best thing in my life… my coming Luna.”

looking helpless as he lost the only thing that made him a god: his land. "You look like you're staring at a funeral," Silas rumbled, standing by the window. His silhouette appeared massive against the grey sky. "I am," I whispered. My voice was a dry rasp, like a dead leaf when crushed. "I'm watching the burial of the Crescent Alpha. I just didn't expect the scene to look so... boring, and ordinary…" My cough broke the silence, a deep, racking tremor that made my ribs feel like they were being snapped back one by one. I pressed a tissue to my mouth that quickly soaked in a dark, thick crimson. I didn't panic; that was for people who still had a future.

The door swung open. A tall, powerfully built man filled the doorway. **Kai Grayson**, 34. Ex-Army Ranger turned survival writer. Sharp jawline, intense dark eyes, short-cropped black hair, and a body honed by years of harsh training and mountain living. He looked at her like she was a hallucination. “You shouldn’t be out here,” he said, voice deep and rough. “No shit,” Lila snapped through chattering teeth. “My car is stuck. Phone’s dead. Can I come in? Please. Just until the storm passes.”

wow. "Wow. When Mr. Gray brought in his brother last week they said his wife was in labor," I say as I remove the cuff and jot down her blood pressure. "Yes. Tabitha had her daughter last week and then Mariah had her daughter two days ago. It has been a busy week for all of us... It's so strange to hear someone call Fin Mr. Gray," Carmen says with a giggle, and my smile grows. So his nickname is Fin. The carefree-sounding name doesn't fit his stoic persona at all, in my opinion. Mr. Gray sounds more suitable. Then again, when he had spoken to her, he had sounded gentle and kind. Maybe he gets that from being a dad.

We get stopped by almost everyone, them congratulating the both of us. "Man you didn't tell me you were engaged!" A guy, around Leon's age stops the both of us. Leon unwraps his arm from around me and does a little bro hug with the guy. He pulls away and puts his arm back around my waist. "Oh I'm Grayson Black." He isn't a bad looking guy either. His light brown hair is spiked up in the front with gel, a stubble that is similar to Leon's, and baby blue eyes.

After grilling the hamburgers, Connor sits beside me and says in confidence. “Don’t s… say it to the gu… guys, but I’m go… going to do a trea… treatment to stu… stu… stutter.” Connie stares at me looking for some support and I don’t know what to say. Connie, among the Vaugh brothers, is the most handsome, his brown livid eyes, dark hair, tanned, with a strong and masculine Adonis body, that the symbol of Greek beauty would die of envy. I don’t think the fact that he stutter makes him a bad man. In the end I actually think his charming in his half shy clumsy way.

Pam said staring at the sleeping human on the bed. "I'll leave you to treat her." Connor said as he excused himself searching for Dana. He really hoped she had not gone yet, he didn't want her to leave without a proper goodbye because he didn't know when he would get to see her again. Walking towards the backyard, he saw Caesar lighting his cigarette to smoke. "You're here, where have you been? I went to grey city and i was told you weren't there." Connor said, walking up to him. "I had an appointment." He replied offering Connor a cigarette.

His hair was combed neatly. Ciro was dressed in similar clothes to Johnny, except he had a white turtleneck shirt with black denim and a black jacket with white Vans. "Thank you." "Come on, Father is here waiting in the dining room," Clarissa said, walking over to the room. I watched as a man in a black tuxedo walked towards us, his black hair falling over his face. Honestly, he still looked handsome for his age, which would be around his early seventies; instead of being fat, he was well-built.

I called out down the hallway, hoping she would answer. But nothing. “Just tell me where my friend is,” I begged. “And spoil all the fun? No way,” Kade said as he leaned against the island and bit his lip while continuing to eye fuck me. Wait a minute. If he was here, where was Dane? “What happened to Dane?” I frantically questioned. “Do you mean your mate?” He chuckled and took a toothpick from the small vendor on the counter. Placing it in his mouth, he seemed to need something to chew on to distract himself from how my body made him feel while looking at me.