Gray Walls Novels & Stories

"You can come with me, we'll get out of here, get to safety. I... I can't lose you, Gray!" "And you won’t." I knew I had lost this battle; he wouldn't relent, so I just stared at him hopelessly, my heart aching as I studied his features for what I hoped wouldn't be the last time. His hazel eyes that always brought me comfort during my bad days, his skin that seemed to glow under the sun. My brother, my comforter, my Grayson.

I tracked him across the floor, but before I could go to him, another presence claimed the room. Neil. He strode onto the stage seemingly more his true self. His eyes were still under an illusion, but they weren't the standard color. They were grey. I knew now from having talked to him about quite a few things, that Gray was actually his natural eye color. And because it was such an unnatural color among werewolves, he had a glamor for it. He was polished for the eyes of every witch and werewolf, making his mixed heritage known plainly. His suit was deep midnight, dotted with rubies in the style of witches, his tie silver, and the combination made him look every bit the keynote speaker for t

The white lights, lingering above, glared through dirty glass of their bulbs, flooding the grey single tables, the grey food, and the grey floor below awash, seemingly revealing all. The spoons were grey, the plates were grey, and the chairs were grey. Everything was grey. The engineer's eyes were grey, his standard issue shirt and trousers were grey, and a few grey hairs sat in the overgrown ,bushy ginger cloud which lay atop his head. His sallow skin, once tanned and always flushing red, now held a grey hue. The bags under his eyes, however, were a staunch black.

I refuse to carry the fucking thing that way and place it on a belt attachment I carry for just this reason. Alphonso is sitting behind the glass at the first entrance and I give him a wave. He speaks on his radio and I'm immediately buzzed through the heavy door, wait for it to close, and hear the buzz of the second door. Gray is the color scheme of choice throughout the entire building-every wall, every door, every counter. You would think they'd use baby-shit yellow to accent the smell.

"Mr. Oscar, please respond; from now on, you may not complain to me about being late to the office." "Please say the name once more." I rubbed my temple to pay more attention to her remarks this time. "Yes, of course, cool gray, arsenic. Gray Battleship. Cinereous. Cadet Gray. Metal Davy's Gray," She chants "grey shades" once more, and this time, it seems like a bullet train is passing in front of me. "Okay, just hand me the cadet gray." I still don't understand, but I don't want to show her that I don't, so I just picked the color she suggested.

Groans filled the air, metals clashing onto the earth. "Little Vamparina…"

GRAY Lizzy's house was overly small for Gray to conveniently breath in. Although it was a moderate size building with an interior decorator that defined elegance and simplicity. The house was donned in spotless white and in the parlour contained a long Grey sofa beautified with colorful pillows resting against it. Above the sofa was a large portrait hung on the wall;a beautiful mixture of blue and white painting he couldn't quite depict. There were two Grey arm chairs rooted opposite the sofa and a black glass centre table which carried a Grey coloured sculpture defined like a vase and a plate of sliced Pineapples Lizzy had earlier dropped before storming to the kitchen.

From left to right was the pale gray-white, it was for maximum brightness. Next the cool light gray with just a hint of blue giving it a slightly warmer color. Last was the warmer grainge, the compromise darker beige color. My intention was to give Isla the spectrum of light, not just the endless void of her chosen darkness.

he said in a whisper. I hissed. Weakness? Is that why he called me a weakling before?! “Is that why you called me weak the first time we met?” Jacob sighed and I felt him move which meant he nodded. “Tss. You said mine was full gray, what’s the difference with that and just shades?” Jacob shrugged. “I only know that gray means weakness. But upon seeing a full gray, I assumed--” “That I’m the weakest of all the weak? Is that it?”

My mom had been captured by rogues for the sole purpose of using and abusing the red wolf’s power, and Grey was determined that it would never happen again. ‘I can’t make any promises.’ Grey replied. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. My wolf was unique. Although mostly black, his paws and a stripe on his chest were a dark red color. The color was so dark it almost looked black, but when the sun shined off of it, you could see the red hue to it. Grey liked to joke that it made him more powerful. I was certain it made him more of a jackass.