Dalton Greyjoy Novels & Stories

A holiday romance is one thing, but I don't even know him, not really, I'm still not sure if I like him or if it's just that he's so similar to Coal that it feels like I've known and loved him my entire life. "Good morning everyone, it's a beautiful day, isn't it?" Gale comes skipping down the stairs with a massive smile on her face, Darius following behind her pulling his jacket on and it's obvious what they've spent the morning doing. "Darius has to go to work, but he had a message this morning to say they've traced the murderer a few towns over so we're free to go out as long as we stay towards the north coast." "Great, let's go then." Damien jumps up from his seat, shoving his feet in hi

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill

Grey did not see past it, for if she at most asked just a question, she was more than ready to spill everything out. ‘’Óh so now that Danny is out, you desperately want my death?’’ Mrs. Grey questioned with her pale eyes never leaving Alphia. Alphia tensed under her fierce gaze, she was not afraid of her. She had long come to terms that she would never be able to get her blessings and thus her words did not hurt at all.

she explained. The woman nodded. “I see. Who is your cousin, and what would you have to do if you had lost?” Nate growled, and I smirked. “He didn’t know I was his cousin, so he asked for a date. I made the tattoo the term for my winning because he insulted my friend who appears human. The loser in question is Matty Graycort.” “Wait, Matty Graycort who is a senior at Gayl U, and president of PLP?” she asked.

Every word said via the mind-link flashed into mine, I felt anew. "By the power of the Moon goddess, by the power of Alpha Lex, my father, and by the power of the Universe, I, Daniel Trainor, Accept the duties and responsibilities of Being the Alpha of Ashgray pack. May Moon Goddess help me" Daniel vowed and I repeated the same words "By the power of the Moon goddess, by the power of Alpha Lex, and by the power of the Universe, I, Abigail Quinzel, Accept the duties and responsibilities of Being the Luna of Ashgray pack. May Moon Goddess help me" The crowd cheered, applauding and chanting " Oh Hail!"

I opened my mouth to say thank you— But he beat me to it. “I’m Dominic,” he said simply. No last name. No title. Just that. Dominic. The name wrapped around me like a shiver. I blinked up at him, finally meeting his gaze fully for the first time. And recognition slammed into me like a freight train. Dominic Gray. The Alpha of the neutral zone. The man who controlled the city’s underbelly with a word. The enforcer of peace between humans, witches, and wolves. I’d heard the stories.

"Y-yes s-sire?" The old man stepped towards him and lifted his hood, showing his grey beard that covered almost half of his face. His dark raven hair was neatly tied up to his back. Dark crimson eyes stared at the young lad intensely as black smoke rose from the hood and creeped down to his hands. "You... To have the nerve to travel as far as this land young lad. And to have known of me, a being perhaps only known from stories told by your great forefathers..." Sensing the slight tension in their master's voice, the crows screeched excitedly as they saw him walk closer to the young lad kneeling down on the ground, looking so vulnerable and helpless like a small child.

Not with those yellowy, sharp eagle eyes. "Althea Francess Duvey. I have been assigned to give you this," she said curtly. Her accent was strong, suggesting she did not originate from this Pack. Let me guess, Discipline Pack. I shiver, thinking about The Pack we are all secretly afraid of, even Landon told me Alpha Dallas isn't someone you would mess with. A throat clearing noise is what brought my attention back to the table setting. Cyrus looked awfully uncomfortable, as the woman had moved her penetrating gaze over to my companion.

As Eleanor looked around the house, she once more couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty of the place. “Are they all this huge…” she muttered to herself as her eyes met with some of the guards. They all had this muscular frame and bulky bodies. She was yet to meet one with a smaller body frame. She wondered if they all got it from what they fed or was it from their rigorous trainings. From the little Catherine had told her, she could tell the arrogant rude man that claimed to be her mate is the Alpha and their leader. “Arthur…that’s his name…” she muttered silently to herself. His name alone made her hate him. The thought of home spurred inside of her and she wondered what uncle Bob and her

He winked at me before walking down the stairs and rushing toward his car as I looked at the glass of orange juice and pushing it aside. “Rough night?” A man asked from beside me. I raised an eyebrow and turned to look at him, watching as he smiled. His hand had a phoenix tattoo, and judging by his scent, I could tell that the man was an Alpha. “And you’re choosing to forget about it by drinking orange juice?” “I don’t drink alcohol.” I said, and he chuckled before nodding at my stomach. “I can tell, your child’s heartbeat beats you to that.” He said, and I laughed. He extended his hand to me, and I raised an amused eyebrow. “Malakai, but friends call me Kai.”