D Gray Man Novels & Stories

A light sigh escaped Kayode's lips before he too disappeared through another door. Daniel was about to sleep away his sorrows on his rickety bed when he heard a disturbing knock on the door. He grunted,moving lazily from the comfort of his bed to the door. "You bastard..." Daniel growled as the door opened revealing a richly dressed Gray with a devilish gaze and a plaster on his nose. "How did you find me and what the fuck are you doing here?. "I'm Gray Robertson." He smirked. "It didn't take me long to find out where you live."

What's going on? "Impossible." The old man says. The man that asked me to prove myself smiles and he nods. "like the color of the moon, dark grey bright and beautiful." He says and I'm taken aback. What? How? My eyes have always been that silver-brown color. Like Nathan's how is it a different color now? I close my eyes and open them. As much as I would like to understand this whole thing right now I want to save my cousin.

It didn't matter how much she wished she had the power or the courage to go against what her Alpha wanted in this situation; she just couldn't be confident that she had either. When they arrived at the house, Noah's father was already there, waiting for them. Diego Grayson was slender despite his height. His dark brown hair was styled in a short cut. When he gazed at her, his eyes, which were stony gray and unyielding, were as cold as stone. His wife stood behind him with troubled expression in her blue eyes. The height difference between Vivian Grayson and her spouse was minimal. Noah pushed Gwen through the barrier as she smiled nervously and gave him a shove.

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.

Because the body temperatures were so close together, it even felt a little warm. But the two men were not in a good mood, and their faces were dark. Ryan Dixon sadly raised his chin and pointed in a very specific direction as Jeff Gray tried to avoid getting his clothes wet from the rain. "Just be happy with what you have," he said. check out the others. “

I muttered "Sure…." She smiled and walked off I look back and saw Duncan smiling at something on his phone while Gray, laid his head back on the seat, with earpod connected to his ears, while sleeping with closed eyes Gray is more of an introvert, met him at his lowest, he's like me but he has a sister, I didn't want him to join the gang, but he wanted to….and now he's filthy rich, just like Duncan but they insisted on still working for me, we're more like brothers

I remarked. "That is not all. The real question is, who is Dane?" The picture was replaced with a dark silhouette figure with a big red question mark. There was no doubt in my mind about Kale being the one who put the entire video presentation together. "Dane lives a double life, while presenting an image of a humble wealthy man to the world, in the other he is a brutal drug lord who runs the New York Mafia organisation and in the crime world, he is known as Dane Grayson"

I opened the door. The photo hadn't done him any favors in either direction. He was tall in the way that actually registers, the kind of tall where you recalibrate the space around a person. Dark coat, no tie, a jaw that looked like it had been designed to make people feel vaguely outmatched. His eyes were gray. Not blue-gray or warm gray. Just gray, the color of sky before something serious happens in it. He looked at me the way people look at things they are trying to understand.

he ordered as a low growl rumbled in his chest. Trembling, the guy rose to sit on his knees and fearfully met my glare. I recognized him then. His name was Gray, and he was from one of the southern packs. “I… I didn't know... I swear, I didn't know!” He clasped his hands together, staring at me as if I were a god he had offended. “Just fucking talk already!” Caspian roared. Gray swallowed, nodding. Then he sucked in a shaky breath before shifting his gaze back to me. “T-that new one... Kylar... He was talking about all kinds of things… I thought that he was just bragging…”

the man says as I begin to try and pull my arm from this dude grasp, in seconds his cries fill the dungeons. Gray had took hold of his hand while somehow, taking my arm out of the dudes grasp. The guy falls to his knees holding tightly onto his arm. "I don't share" Gray growls out looking down at the crying man, he looks around at the other men in the cells who all just stood shocked in place "anyone else want to try? It is getting a little crowded in this place, perhaps I should start freeing up some spaces" he laughs walking around looking at the men, once he turns to look in the cell beside the crazy dude he stops.