Fort Greymoor Novels & Stories

I know that he will run at the back door just to run away from me, to save his life, but I will not allow that, because there’s a debt that he needs to pay, and the payment is his LIFE. I went back inside the house and went upstairs to my room. I took Kera out and told her that there will be a big game that will happen later, and she needs to watch because she will be my only audience aside from my mom and dad inside my heart necklace. She said “Yes” to it and I know she is also excited like me. I put her at the top of the cabinet, for her to watch clearly and I wrote “MORTEM” on a piece of paper with my blood and let her hold it. After a few hours of waiting. I heard Mang Berto’s pickup tru

“I told Sierra there’s no way Fred’s buying from us. He’s broke and has no need for guns.” Having Sierra make me the main contact for the deal felt like a step forward, so I didn’t push back too much. “He’s definitely got a use for you,” Grey says, locking eyes with me. “He wouldn’t know how to handle me.” I lean back in my seat, watching the skyline whiz by. The city’s skyline is one of my favorite things, especially at dusk when the lights shimmer on the lake. “Have you ever worked for a guy before?” Grey asks as he checks the mirrors.

Grey swallowed, his uninjured hand gripping his fractured arm as if it could shield him. "You think this is over?" he gritted out. "You think you won?" I stopped walking, tilting my head slightly. "Not by a long shot," I said. "Until I take back my company and render you completely useless, it’s not over." Grey’s chest rose and fell, his breathing shallow. His confidence had cracked. "You’re just… just a user," he spat. "A stupid, naive one." I smiled. "A compliment? Thank you." He turned away fully, “watch your fucking back Moore.”

CHAPTER 14 The Body Remembers What the Heart Forgets POV: Elara I leaned my forehead against the cool glass of the window. Looking in my reflection, I saw a charcoal sketch. With no colour at all to add to its touch, all angles very sharp, and hollow eyes. The "Human Rejection" was no longer a slow leak; it was a flood that was drowning me We had crossed the Northern Border. And for the first time in eight years, the air pressure changed. The thick, musky weight of the Crescent Pack’s territory thinned out, replaced by the sharp, biting cold of the mountain range.

Fred: "..." Does this mean that the powerful Mr. Grey lost? How is it possible, that he has never seen a hacker more powerful than Mr. Grey Leonard? Fred could only think this in his heart and dare not voice it out. He is been treated more than family but he sure knows where the boundaries end. Not like his employer cares, but he has been there for him for so many years and he is what he is today all thanks to MR. Grey Leonard, and his family.

"Anyone without a partner?" I awkwardly raised my hand. "Oh... then maybe you can go with that handsome boy there?" I looked at where he's pointing. Carter Gray. Carter is one of the typical gamers. He likes to keep a low profile and stay at home all day. But I heard that when he does go to parties, he gets super drunk and does a lot of crazy things. He has sandy blonde hair with brown ends. His dark brown eyes looked at me and grinned. Well he's... something. I awkwardly walk up to him. He gives me a warm smile as I sat beside him.

Bryant, who I hadn't seen for a long time, was already waiting outside. "Mrs. Castro!" Bryant opened the car door for Britney and respectfully called out. "Long time no see," Britney responded with a smile as she got into the car. After a simple greeting, Bryant sat in the driver's seat and still didn't say much. Britney looked at the unique scenery outside the window, and there was a moment of silence in the car. Goldmoor was famous for its beautiful scenery, which attracted a large number of tourists. Many tourist attractions were also developed, so the economy of Goldmoor was very prosperous.

She rolled her eyes and walked towards the green Victorian couch and plumped to it's seat. He stared at her for a few seconds but just shrugged his shoulders and continued to where he left off. The girl ignored him and kept chewing a gum. She was trying to form a bubble when a sudden pop! from it stopped her. A parrot came and flew over as it teasingly poked it's beak on the gum. It let out a mocking laugh as it flew away across the room. It landed on top of a gentleman's shoulder, wearing a skintight suit in chestnut color and leather boots. He was smirking as if to hide the laughter he's holding in, and brushed his slicked brown hair with his hand. A thin, silver metallic headband wrapped

The previous Christian would have been intimidated but not the man present here. “How have you been father?” And before those words had came out from my mouth, we both held a small eying contest. If it wasn’t for the fact that I wanted him to add me to his damn will, I won’t even attend his funeral let alone cry. Grey was a fucking bastard. Without moving his eyes from me, he hurled, taking another puff from the cigarette, “How has he been holding the position?” He was referring to me teaching in Harrison. Thought I hadn’t actually worked my way to the top of being a professor, I did work thought.

I don't care if anyone sees me or if I end up on the news my anger will never let this man go free. "Listen, dude, I didn't come here to play. I came here for answers. Now quit playing and tell me what being a grey wolf means." His smile isn't there anymore, he looks as confused as ever. "I'm not playing with you Chloe, you were born a grey werewolf. Your father was a grey werewolf, you're a grey werewolf. Grey werewolves are more powerful than regular werewolves, grey wolves are also the only breed of werewolves to not be controlled by the moon. You all can turn at will and it won't even hurt." He chuckles. "Y'all are lucky bastards."