Dalton Greyjoy Novels & Stories

Every word from his mouth, every glance he cast her way, felt like a reminder of everything that had been lost. But she couldn’t ignore him. The Heart of the Greykin. The very name twisted in her gut. If it truly existed, it was the one thing that could change everything. If they could find it, perhaps the curse on her people could finally be broken. Perhaps her kind could stand again, no longer hunted like animals, no longer forced into the shadows. Still, she didn’t trust him. Cassian, for his part, said little on the journey. He was clearly still recovering from the injury she’d treated in the cave, though he refused to acknowledge his pain. His focus was always on the path ahead, as thou

The large gang of riders and drivers they had brought with them filled the small street and once the engines had been cut, a deafening silence filled the sticky air. “Gabriel Grayson, Alpha of the infamous renegades, it’s good to see you again.” Dynamite Al dismounts from his bike, the short chubby half-wolf grins and greets me. “Your boys tell me you got some trouble. I didn’t believe it at first because you are the trouble.”

I ran. Damon was already moving before I could speak. His roar split the battlefield, golden eyes blazing as he tore through the stunned line of wolves and smoke toward Giovanni. Giovanni didn’t flinch. He didn't even care that we were coming towards him. The man was ready for this. He was more than just excited to see this. Of course he was. He was the one who started all of this war. He lowered the pistol, calmly sliding another round into the chamber, his cold eyes tracking Damon as though he’d been waiting for this moment.

He wasn’t even the least bit concerned that he was facing me, if anything, he was cocky. His dark eyes flash to my left and Daryl steps out of the forest, he is back in human form, streaks of blood down his chest but he had found a pair of joggers. “So it’s true then!” Jax nods his head “Yes brother, I am alive”

Emilia Clark I sat still, fidgeting nervously as I waited for my interview with Mrs. Grey. I knew little about her, except that she was the Chairwoman of Grey Enterprises, a multi-billion dollar company previously run by her son, Damien Grey. No one had seen or heard from Damien since he was reportedly involved in an accident two years ago.

He is of no use and he was ready to die for the sake of food. My phone began to ring and I was baffled about who could be calling me, I often had fewer calls apart from Dolton, calling me for some jobs he wants me to do for him. “ Is everything Set?” Dolion's voice is as deep as Grey's, if I would be accurate. Dolion has almost the same height as Grey, and this big body and grab muscles, more than a wrestler's body. “ Grey is also set for the war Dolion, everything is going as planned.” I forced my leg to move, as I sat on a couch.

If this is how Gray wants me to pay penance for my freakout yesterday, I guess I’ll grin and fucking bear it. We roll into the driveway of a little blue house and climb out of the Jeep, starting up the front walk. Snow crunches under my boots as I glance toward the house, the door swinging open before we’re even halfway up the walk. A big, surly looking fucker appears in the doorway- the one and only Daryl Miller. He doesn’t exactly have a reputation for being warm and fuzzy, so I’m not surprised when we’re greeted with a scowl. “Alpha Gray, Alpha Chase,” he barks, his eyes shifting between us as we approach. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

I finished. "Then give me a reason. I don't even know who you are." He shouted angrily. "Aww forgive me. Where are my manners? I thought my beta right here would have already introduced me." I said playfully gesturing to Riel. "The name is Ducalion Grey, Alpha of the Blood moon pack." I said, my tone was no longer playful but serious. I saw a tiny flicker of fear pass his eyes. He definitely has heard that name before. And I happen to like how people shiver from just my name alone. I leaned back in my chair, crossing one of my legs over the other.

On the back of his shirt, I saw a line of printed words - "Grey Hound Delivery". "What's up, Dylan?" The young man rubbed his hands together and smiled at the head soldier. "I had better days, Damian." The head soldier named Dylan said. "I've heard of it. Alpha Dire was stabbed. You must be exhausted looking for that girl." The young sturdy man named Damian said. Dylan spat and said, "Fuck. All the matches are canceled. I can't even bet on you to make some extra money for cigarettes these days."

'I want to have her, Delilah,' Daniel whispered in his heart. GREY'S APARTMENT Grey has just returned from dropping off his boss James Harristian at his luxurious Penthouse. He opened his shirt and took it off before placing it in a basket filled with dirty clothes. Still undressed, Grey sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through his hair a few times. His elbows then pressed against the tips of his knees and his eyes fell on the carpeted floor. Grey has been alone for a long time. Too long, though. Since he became a member of Daga Nero, Grey had less time to date, especially when he was James' assistant. James had even offered some pretty women to choose from in Dubrich, but Grey alwa