Fort Greymoor Novels & Stories

My heart quickened as she noticed me and made her way toward me, weaving through the sea of people with practiced ease. Mrs. Moore wore her typical fur coat over an extravagant white power suit and dark sunglasses, even though it wasn’t sunny outside. She styled her peppered golden brown hair in a high ponytail, which stretched her features and made her look younger. She really was a beautiful woman. No wonder Kat was a stunning beauty.

The German Shepard tilts his head to the side then wags his tricolored tail, of black, brown, and tan, tapping it on the grey upholstery. Up ahead, the paved road levels briefly near a traffic light. Gracie slows with the line of cars ahead. On the right, a grassy pull-off opens up — one of those informal roadside setups that appear in the Hill Country without warning or explanation, like they'd just grown there. A hand-lettered sign advertised Fredericksburg peaches. Beside it, cowhide rugs are draped on wooden rods in irregular patches of brown and white, minding their business in the sun. A food trailer sits parked at the back of it all, a cord of grey smoke drifts from its vent. The ligh

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.

wow. "Wow. When Mr. Gray brought in his brother last week they said his wife was in labor," I say as I remove the cuff and jot down her blood pressure. "Yes. Tabitha had her daughter last week and then Mariah had her daughter two days ago. It has been a busy week for all of us... It's so strange to hear someone call Fin Mr. Gray," Carmen says with a giggle, and my smile grows. So his nickname is Fin. The carefree-sounding name doesn't fit his stoic persona at all, in my opinion. Mr. Gray sounds more suitable. Then again, when he had spoken to her, he had sounded gentle and kind. Maybe he gets that from being a dad.

In Harford City, the sky was overcast—a dull, heavy gray that mirrored the solemnity of the day. The air carried the scent of incense and fresh flowers, clinging to everything like a memory refusing to fade. The Moore family stood before the twin graves of Benjamin and Vivianne Moore. The marble headstones were tall, pristine, unyielding. Their names carved into stone remained untouched by time, yet they had shaped every second of Grayson’s life.

his mother smacked his arm. “Sorry, Ma.” Dinner was served, and we all sat around the table with Nate and Mrs. Mactire taking Mina and Sarina’s usual seats. The strogonoff was delicious, and the adults seemed to enjoy the wine. “So, Mary,” Mr. Graycort began, “How are you enjoying Aspen Falls?” “It’s very quiet here. It’s taken us a while to enjoy the small town. It’s hard to get used to feeling safe after always worrying about break-ins and Donny’s family.”

Grey never greeted her as warmly as before. Amora had to explain to Grey that what happened last night didn't automatically make her Grey's lover. Amora would patiently wait for him. Approaching a grieving man had to be done slowly. Amora regretted approaching him with extreme methods and causing Grey to run away. But this time, when she moved to the same city as Grey, Amora would try to fix everything. She would extend her hand of friendship to Grey again, and this time, Amora intended to win Grey's heart slowly. She should have done it from the

The grand doors open and Colfre enters her room, in his hands is a tray of letters. “My queen, reports of the drought affecting the people in the borders came in. The farmers plead for your grace’s help.” Colfre acts as if nothing happened inside the bathhouse. He is now dressed in another set of fresh clothes, clad in his armor. He still looks handsome as he always is. Morrigan dismissed the servants who helped her dress. Colfre went to her side and put the tray on the ottoman. Morrigan reached for it and started to read its content. It was signed by hundreds of families from the borders of Hymir, signed by blood calling for her help to alleviate or reach her grace to them as they struggle

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He could tell that they were from the land of the dead since they were mostly human looking just that they were short of skin. His mom made a sharp turn that had everyone in the vehicle mumuring about how squashed in they were in the vehicle. The turn made Jared remember his first time in the Fortress. He really hoped things would work out well.