Crowley D Gray Man 소설 & 이야기

Annonomous Grayclaw Ridge is a cesspool of debauchery. A werewolf city where those who want people to turn a blind eye do. The crime in this city is unlike any other and I have been summoned to do one of my favourite jobs. Tracking down a lowly human slave who has run off with a ruby ring of her master. Tut tut.

The man says trying to move back in the chair he is chained to. “Grey has a knack for looking in to people minds. He has this ability that has only grew over the years. He is going to look for the woman in your mind so we know who she is.” I tell the man as I lean back in my own chair relaxed. I watch as Grey walks behind the man and puts his finger tips to the man’s temples. He closes his eyes and watch his finger tips glow a light orange color before it stops. Grey’s eyes shoot open as he looks directly at me. He starts shaking his head as he let’s go of the man’s head and steps back a few paces.

I was sure there was a wide grin on my face. “What are you thinking about?” Speak of the devil. Gray was watching me with arms crossed over his chest at the doorway. I didn't realise he was there. He is wearing a simple black shirt and jeans, and his hair is damp, seemingly showered before I woke up. It was too early for me to start drooling over the man. Damn it! I covered my whole form with his sheets. I probably looked like a raccoon While he stood there looking so gorgeous and delicious.

The claw on Gray's hand grew as he borrowed it into the man's chest, cutting his words short. “And curiosity killed the cat.” He pulled out his hand, pulling his heart along with it. Fear traveled through every nerve of my body as I stared in horror. This man was a real beast. “Orders are orders.” he muttered in disgust. Two knocks sounded on the door and he turned towards the closed door with a glare. The door pushed open and another male walked in. He stopped short at the sight of the bodies but quickly overcame whatever feeling he felt and turned his attention to Gray.

“Someone.” And then he emerged from the shadowed ranks - a man dressed in gray, face visible, silver hair tied back, long coat unmarked by any insignia. No armor. Just calm, deliberate steps across the dirt. He looked more scholar than soldier. But I felt it. Power coiled behind his easy smile. Power… and something odd... The wolves tensed. Rylan took a half step forward, but Dorian lifted a hand. “Not yet.” The man stopped a dozen paces away from our front. Unarmed. Unafraid.

Lannie blinked and said innocently, recoiling in Daryl's arms, in fact, as if afraid he'd hand her over to Liam. Liam's expression turned more ugly. His brows drew together, his sharp eyes turning into dark slits. Served him right! Haley stifled a laugh, controlling herself from rolling over. Then out of nowhere, a middle-aged man rushed in their direction with his luggage. Mr. Gray's once gloomy face brightened up as he sighted Liam. He stopped in front of him, panting heavily. “Ah- Mr. Nash, thank goodness you're here!” Mr. Gray chuckled. “Unfortunately, I've lost my job. I was wondering if there's a vacancy in your-”

Lennon kept his hood up, head down and beelined for the back row, his and Archer's usual spot. The moment Lennon sat down, he thought he should have known better. Firstly, his raging storm of a best friend, Archer, was not there to distract him. And secondly, from the place he sat, it was like having a perfect view of the podium where Damien Grayson stood. He was dangerously breathtaking. Black suit, crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled once to reveal strong forearms inked with swirling black lines that disappeared beneath expensive cotton. His hair was pushed back a few strands falling forward like he'd drawn impatient fingers through it. And his eyes were unmistakably on Lennon. They didn't m

(Come in. The man opened the door and gestured for me to enter,but I didn't move, I didn't even flinch. The man came behind me ,put his hand on my back and I have to say slowly nudged me into the room. Once inside I didn't really know how to react at what was in front of me. It was the man from the shooting, lying in bed, bare chested with a robe around him,next to him some sort of medical equipment,his hand hooked to an IV.

"Choose by the moonrise — or be chosen" David took a seat in the second row. Looked up at the stained glass. The moon at its center. Blood red “What happened to the man who was chosen before Crowe’s father?” Gray sat beside him. “Daniel Ford. Quiet boy. Sickly. But brave. Too brave” “What happened to him?” “They said he ran. But I think he was taken. Silenced” David looked down at his hands “By Clint?” “Or someone worse” The candle by the altar flickered even though there was no wind

“When I ordered you to bring her in a few days ago, did you notice anything strange?” The accusation crackled in the air like a whip, and the three men froze under the weight of his rage. Clark’s face went pale, beads of sweat rolling down his temples as he tried to blend into the background. His heart pounded painfully, his mind scrambling for an explanation that wouldn’t worsen the situation. Gray’s breathing hitched, his body trembling visibly. His throat felt dry, and his voice cracked when he finally managed to respond. “I-I thought she was, Master!” he stammered, his words a tangled mess of panic and desperation. “I don’t know how this happened!”