Dgrayman Opening Novels & Stories

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…”

His face was like stone, his sharp eyes focused on the village roads as they started to get busy. "Why are you so quiet? Still mad about last night?" Lona whispered. She felt bold. Her hand began to crawl higher, inching toward his groin. She could feel his thigh muscle, hard as a rock beneath her palm. "Didn't you say you were good at disciplining things that were out of place? I’m feeling a little... messy, Daddy. I think I need you to fix me." Lona let out a soft giggle, feeling like she had the upper hand. She was sure Revan was about to snap, just like all the stepfathers before him. She kept stroking his leg, occasionally giving him a little pinch.

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."

Sierra then quickly reached for the phone in the plane, dialing the emergency number. X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X ~ COLTON ~ * BANG! * BANG! * BANG! * Colton’s adrenaline was at an all time high. He was racing and running while throwing shots at Raphael’s men. Meanwhile, Ethan was fighting with Daniel and Gabriel. What they didn’t know was that Ethan had a black belt in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. Ethan punched and kicked these men to the ground, and they lay there groaning in pain.

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.

And without restraints, he laughed out loud. "That sounds ridiculous even to your doesn't it? And even if I was going to fuck someone, it would be a woman, one I'm sure is sure if her gender, not some guy with some tight asshole looking as desperate as a list puppy would for love." Gray said as he stood up. Despite the fact that he was shirtless and only had a pair of Stylocity joggers as his bottoms, he still had an impossibly aura. Kelvin felt close to tears for many reasons at the same time.

A few seconds later an episode of multiple strippers fighting for one man came on the screen and Eli was absorbed in the women dancing on the pole to show why they were better than the other girl. “Thanks. For a human you’re not so bad,” Eli said, glancing at her and away from the TV for a second. “We still have to kill you, you understand.” She gave him a humorless smile. “Of course.” Gray huffed and shook against the chain. She had to hurry or he’d wake fully and make it harder for her to open his locks. Eli was once again engrossed in the show and she was just gotten her cuff off without making a sound. She was lucky Eli’s back was turned mostly away from her. It allowed her to check on h

Dax had been bleeding, desperate, and defensive. Now? Dax was standing in the center of the driveway, his arms crossed, looking at his watch. "Three minutes early," Dax muttered, his voice barely audible over the storm. "Their pathfinding AI must have been upgraded in the patch." The doors of the lead SUV flew open. Four men stepped out. They wore the grey urban-camo of the Grey-Claws, the low-level mercenary gang that the Board used for dirty work before they sent in the heavy hitters.

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?”

It’s the primal satisfaction I’ve been denied for too long. I savor each drop, licking the blood from my hands, indulging in the power it gives me. The deer’s cries soften, but I silence them swiftly, snapping its neck to end its suffering. In this moment, I reclaim my strength, no longer tethered to the weaknesses of humanity. I am back, and I am in control. ———