D Gray-man Novels & Stories

“You’re not supposed to be in this state.” “And you’re not supposed to be bleeding out in a maintenance shed with the last Grayman,” the man replied. “Yet here we both are. Your father wants the girl contained or closed. I want something different. That difference is the only reason either of you is still alive to have this conversation.” Fiona stepped forward despite the fire in her leg. The name Grayman spoken so openly in front of armed men landed like a physical blow. She kept her voice steady. “Who are you?”

“That’s—” “Yes.” The older man’s voice remained calm, but something colder sat beneath it now. He lowered the photograph carefully, his eyes never leaving Emily’s frozen image. “Daniel Grayson’s daughter.” The room suddenly felt colder. The assistant hesitated before speaking again. “I thought the Grayson family disappeared after” “They didn’t disappear.” The interruption came sharp enough to silence the room instantly. The older man turned away from the monitor and walked toward a side table where a glass of untouched whiskey waited beside several old files.

I grabbed the car door, my fingers denting the cold metal as I held myself up. "Drake!" Gray was there, his hand firm on my arm. Gray had been my right hand and my only true friend for years; he knew my shadows better than I did. "You're swaying. Your skin is gray." "I am fine," I snapped. I pushed him off and got into the back seat. Gray sat beside me. He didn't look away. "That is the second time today. A Crane does not stumble." "It's nothing. Drop it." I leaned my head back against the leather. "Tell me about the girl."