Gray Sonic Character Novels & Stories

Grayson is on his feet immediately watching me – Amu, curiously. "Qusayr, last we spoke you had just been created," Amu's voice is powerful. It stops the very breath of nature itself, and with that thought, Sophia appears beside Grayson. All heads held high, seriousness extruding from all three, "ah, the third has appeared." "Amu," Sophia nods respectfully but makes no move to bow. My voice sounds the same, but it echoes like another is overlapping it. "My mate-wolf is missing. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" A growl awakens from the Lycan, one I internally purr too. I couldn't help myself; this is the first time I heard his voice; he sounds powerful.

Grayson didn't let him keep it. He stepped forward once, twice, until Lennon had to tip his head back to hold eye contact. Up close he smelled like cedar and something musky. “You were late,” Grayson said, almost softly. “I… Sorry, traffic.” That was a lie. Grayson's gaze dipped to Lennon's mouth, then lower, lingering on the faint red mark peeking above his collar. When he spoke again, his voice was... deeper. “Traffic,” he repeated in an almost amused tone. “Interesting.”

"Those aren't men. Those are monsters..." The lead entity paused at the base of the cliff. It tilted its head back, its jaw unhinging with a wet, sickening crack as it let out a sound that wasn't a roar—it was a high-pitched, vibrating shriek that bypassed the ears and vibrated directly inside the human mercenaries' skulls. Three of the elite guards instantly dropped to their knees, blood erupting from their ears and noses as their brains violently misfired under the sonic assault.

I say to her when Destinee shoves me aside and the other chuckle as she wraps her daughter in a hug. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry if I worried y’all. But as you can see, I’ve made some new friends. Mom, dad, you already know Alpha Silas aka The Savage One and this is his brother Alpha Griffin and these fine wolves that have surrounded Venom Fang are the Pure Rogues.” She says as Silas and Griffin both shift back and fuck me! Griffin and Silas are so alike, the only difference being that Silas is slightly older and bigger than Griffin. But Griffin has a scar on his face and has a man bun. They both nod their heads respectfully.

A big and bold character pop up next to where Gray is, introducing himself to who knows who can see the characters popping out beside him out of the blue. Name: Gray Henn Age: 26 years old System: system 00000011414 Ability: Gravity Identity: Hero HS2 Special Circumstances: Brother-con Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Sealer Elite Heroes’ [Love and hate relationship with his naughty brothers]

he asked, his eyes on my hands, where arcs of lightning were beginning to dance between my fingers. I offered him a fierce, sharp grin. “I’m going to give that hungry stone a taste of something it can’t digest.” I stepped out from behind the tree. “Hey, rock!” I shouted, my voice cutting through the dead air. “Over here!” The rider’s head snapped towards me. The tarnished silver of its eyes seemed to deepen. It took a step away from the stone. “Now, Silas!” The bubble of static popped. In its place, Silas unleashed a single, shrieking chord of pure auditory violence—the sound of breaking glass, screaming metal, and a dying star. It was physically painful.

gray beam hit my palm and refracted. It split into a rainbow of light, scattering harmlessly. "My turn," I said. I didn't use fire. Fire was energy, and the Architect liked to eat energy. I used math. I looked at the Silencer. I analyzed its structure. It was held together by a specific resonant frequency. A chord. I found the dissonant note. I opened my mouth. I sang one note. A low, grinding tone that matched the resonant frequency of the Silencer's molecular bonds. HUUUUUM. The Silencer vibrated. Ripples appeared on its liquid-glass surface. It tried to adapt. It tried to shift its frequency. But I shifted with it. I chased it up the scale. CRACK. The smooth oval face shattered. The Sile

Ironically enough, she has no qualms invading other people's spaces as means of intimidation… now that I think about it, she only does this to people (Nick, for example) she knows who couldn't win against her. Whenever I'm writing a heavy scene, I was listening to Team Cherry's Hollow Knight OST: Welcome to Hollownest by Christopher Larkin for inspiration. Harry Silvers and Sean White was the easiest characters to write for me; Alastor Nyx was probably the hardest. Proserpina actually has a cell phone... she probably just uses it to watch cat/dog videos most of the time though.

"Smoking is banned, remember? Put it away! They will shoot you if they find out about this!" Grayson put away the cigarette and asked, "Are you going in for repairs?" "Yeah, just your average day at work, you know? Come on, you should get back to work yourself. They're going to kill you if they find you lazing around. Be careful out there, yeah?" The man was about to leave when Grayson asked, "Are you Quelorian?" "Yeah… I thought your accent sounded familiar. I guess we're compatriots, huh?" "Yeah, how did you end up in this place?"

I parted my pussy lips with two of my fingers and watched with excitement as his eyes followed my every move. His grey eyes blackened completely save for the glowy specs in his orbs notifying me that his beast had surfaced. “Hello, mate,” I called out to Gray in a low, soft voice, knowing how much it would please him. Like I expected, a growl rippled in his chest sending shivers straight to my core and causing it to clench over itself as it yearned for her partner's organ. “Mate.” Gray answered in a guttural growl, his voice thick with desire, with raw hunger emanating from his human's body.