Dalton Greyjoy Novels & Stories

Standing beside them were two men, inconspicuous and silent, their faces unreadable as they stood off to the side. At the center of the conference room sat a tall and imposing man—Damon Greyson, a core figure in the Dragon Gang. Standing at around 188 cm, his muscular frame was clad in a dark suit, which gave him an air of authority and solemnity. His sharp features and piercing eyes often sent a chill down one’s spine, making it clear that he was not a man to be trifled with. The moment Damon entered the room, the atmosphere thickened with an undeniable sense of tension and gravitas.

- At the moment. - This is Yana, - removing the sound, Gray explained and returned to breakfast. “Her father…” A large piece of bacon and eggs fell out of his mouth into his hand, and he deftly sent them back. “One of the largest arms dealers in the country,” Gray continued champing as if nothing had happened. - In this city, she kind of represents his interests. Alyosha, whose manners, in fact, were also far from ideal, almost grimacing, looked at the frankly dirty motorcyclist and put his fork aside, also banging it on the table as a sign of loss of appetite.

As Wade Roberto and Daisy Hunter walked down the altar having fulfilled their Holy matrimony, their gaze fell on the Lecherous gaze of Mrs Angela. The wedding reception was fast, before Daisy could get a chance to see Seth Nathaniel, he was already gone. Daisy sat with Alison as her friends brought gifts and wished her a happy marriage. Since the reception started, Daisy had been glaring around to see if she would see Tracy Molly or Mrs Angela, but it seemed they had gone home. Just as She and Alison were talking and smiling gleefully, a cold and detached voice pierced Daisy's ear. "Daisy!" "What was the meaning of that stunt you pulled off at the altar?"

Grayson frowned. "I wanted to be a lawyer. But one day, my dreams were taken from me, when Alpha Kaden stole me from my family when I was only thirteen. I went from being around some of the most intelligent girls in the world, to the worst criminals in society," I whisper. I glance down, hating the way Grayson's eyes burn into mine. "It wasn't the physical torture that bothered me. It was the emotional torment they put me through, night, and day. And eventually, when I worked my way to the top, I was forced to betray them."

\Grey Remington\ I can’t believe that I am putting so much into getting married to that spoilt brat of Donald’s family, and I have had to go ahead plotting and plotting with a series of background checks just to get close enough to her so that at the end of the day she falls so deeply in love with me to the point that only the things that I want are the only things she wants.

I'm still getting use to the smell of cigarettes and now cigar. " Lemme tell you a story." Vladimir puffs out the smoke through his nostrils. " Gray worked with a man called Sinclair Daxton. Ten years ago, Sinclair happens to be the biggest and richest American Mafia boss. Gray's father was his right hand man and he was loyal to Sinclair. Gray usually clears out his dirty deals and most times do the delivery. Gray was more often Sinclair's Hitman. But do you know what happened?" Vladimir pause. I swallow and didn't answer. First, ex Hitman. Ex cocaine delivery man and also a present Mafia boss. Oh Ariel , what have i gotten myself into.

Looking at the man whose rugged face has grown wrinkles over the years. Grey hairs showing in his beard, yet those eyes. Still the same cold and emotionless. "Now they send you to seek the information? You guys are really adamant." Elora doesn't argue. Pulling a chair, she settles on it. Crossing one leg over the other. "We have to be Daniel. You see the spirit of the death wolf is rising again. And you of all know, we would hate to have that bloodshed again." Daniel chuckles , looking at the girl in disbelief.

Then, he collided with tables and chairs with a resounding clash before coughing up a mouthful of blood. Dalton panicked, unable to register what had just happened. Once again, a stunned silence fell over the ballroom. The spectators stared in disbelief, some even rubbing their eyes in confusion. Dalton was the newest Lord of War of New Avalbourne, known for his terrifying strength. Yet, he was sent flying by a single kick from Matthias. Not only that, but he was coughing up blood. Had Dalton truly been defeated? "No! This can't be real! This isn't happening!" Stuart cried out, his composure shattering.

I smiled a bit, my eyes locked with his. "If you want to beat me, first you need to stop dwelling on the past and secondly you need to accept that you don't stand a chance against me." "Why don't we test that theory?" Aiden howled, slowly shifting into his wolf. I stood still, smirking as I watched him fully shift without making an attempt to do the same. "You sure you don't want to shift?" Aiden snarled, his grey eyes clouded with fury. I cracked my bones, finally getting serious as all my injuries were fully healed and stood before Aiden in his wolf. "I'm Alec Grey, son of Damien Grey the first son of the moon and the red clouds—" I paused, a mocking grin on my face.

<★★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★★> Damon stood in the dimly lit room, his eyes scanning the remnants of his brother’s life that had been left untouched since the day of his death. The air was heavy with the scent of old wood and dust, a somber reminder of the time that had passed. This room, once vibrant with the energy of his brother, was now a mausoleum, filled with memories too painful to revisit. Damon had avoided this place for so long, unable to face the reality of his brother's absence. But today, something had drawn him in, a need to connect with the person he had lost so tragically.