Emperor Mark Grayson Novels & Stories

“Shadow division?” “Yes,” he replied. “For years, I’ve been organizing a clandestine legion of warriors hidden among the common people in the capital. They are everywhere, and fiercely loyal to me.” I had always been impressed by Grayson, but now as I looked at him, I saw him in an even more impressive light. While the world had thought he was in a coma, not only had he been planning to uncover his attackers, he’d been making use of an entire underground empire. Was there anything he couldn’t do? That he wasn’t capable of?

“Very male. Deeply irritating.” I nearly smiled. She continued. “But this is Grayson Hawthorne.” I frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?” “It means men like that do not vanish for pleasure.” She leaned forward. “He runs empires, governments call him, markets move when he sneezes. If he disappeared during the happiest moment of your life, then either he is a fool…” she paused, “or something happened.” I looked away. The problem was I had thought that too. Once. Before pride became louder.

His eyes darted towards the guards as they dispatched themselves to every corner of the mansion. “I promise you, Alpha Adrain," his voice quivered. “If Emilia has eventually disappeared, I know nothing about it. She hasn’t been in my home since you bought her.” I looked at the cunning Mr. Grayson and shook my head. He has been severely called out as a greedy fellow in the inter-trading market during a dispute. But that is aside, though my eyes found the frame again. And I walked over to pick it up, studied the picture for a few seconds, and then turned to him.

“Sure, Em.” “How long had she been working for you?” “Five years? Why do you know her?” He shook his head, a frown had replaced the smile painted on his face a while ago. “I thought I did.” He started to stand but like a thought had hit him, he stopped and stare at me, his eyes apologetic. “I never got to say my name, Miss Elizabeth. I am Grayson… Grayson Morrel.” Gray. Grayson. So Emily and Grayson knew each other.

If Felix wanted his grand opening today, Huxley was determined to turn it into a shutdown. Just as Huxley ended his call to summon reinforcements, a sleek black Mercedes S500 pulled up. The rear door opened, and a sharply dressed young man with an air of authority stepped out. Huxley froze the moment he saw him, inhaling sharply through clenched teeth. "Mr. Gray? W-What is he doing here?" Kurt Gray was a name known to everyone in Gray City—the undisputed ruler of the underground scene. Despite his youth, he not only maintained but expanded his father's empire after the old man's sudden death.

Indeed that's true, if they will not sneak an attack no one can defeat the Emperor, even him, His brother. "What should we do now?" Left Prime Minister said looking at the Assassin. This guy needs to be killed, he knows everything. Prince Haii grab the man and slash his neck directly and pretend that nothing has happened, he tidied the Assassin's bamboo hat, he look like he fell asleep as he and Left Prime Minister Park left the room. Jimin was dumbfounded. The Emperor is dead? How is that possible? What will happen to their master now? He put down the zither and examine the man only to find out that he is already dead.

I bite my lower lip and sighed deeply. " We should go. " he politely said, resting his hand on my lower back. " He's Antonio Rego, younger brother of my father. He is also mafia. He decided things are good or bad for his people. He likes everything to work according to him. You'll speak when it requires. " he said and caught sight of me. " I had heard, you are the Emperor." I asked, " You didn't talk about it. I was thinking um.. " I stopped.

“If you ask me, those creatures were hardly worth the trouble. But Damien insisted we eliminate every last one.” A ripple of murmurs spread through the room. Some of the elders nodded in approval, while others exchanged wary glances. Even the most seasoned warriors did not speak lightly of war, yet Greyson spoke as if it had been nothing more than a tiresome chore. The emperor, his gaze sharp, nodded approvingly. “A true warrior of our empire.” Then came the words that made my heart lurch. Elder Hedwigh said, “With his return, the first marking will occur in three days.”

I don't mind killing him if he dares to harm Emilio. "Keep an eye on them," I told Marcus. "I want to know what they're planning." "Yes, boss," Marcus replied. "I'll keep you updated." I hung up the phone and turned to Emilio. "We have a problem," I said, my voice serious. "What is it?" Emilio asked, looking concerned. "Gray has betrayed you. He's still in the city," I said, feeling a pang of anger. "He's working with Vikram."

“Emma, meet the man leading the op.” From behind her stepped someone I hadn’t seen before. He was tall, lean in the way predators are lean, with deep umber skin and eyes too unreadable to pin down. His presence was like gravity—still, quiet, but impossible to ignore. A thin scar ran along his cheekbone like a brushstroke. His voice, when he spoke, was low and deliberate. “Agent Grayson Calderon.” I nodded, startled by how magnetic he was. He didn’t offer a handshake, just a glance that seemed to weigh every ounce of me in seconds.