Grayson Hawthorne Fanart Novels & Stories

Grayson stared at me with unyielding disgust, his golden eyes dead and empty. "Since you refuse to accept responsibility, your pack stipend is suspended for three months," Grayson declared coldly, his voice echoing off the vaulted stone walls. "And because your actions have risked our alliance with the Hawthorne Dominion, you will answer to the elders—" "Who says I've lost the Hawthorne alliance?" I cut him off, clenching my hands into tight, bloody fists. I looked directly into Grayson’s golden eyes, letting every ounce of my love for him rot right there on the stone floor. He didn't want a wife. He wanted a dog to kick.

Without thinking, I hurried forward and pushed open the slightly ajar door. Grayson was inside, shirtless, standing in front of a large mirror with his back partially to me. Moonlight streamed in through the tall windows, highlighting every ridge of muscle, every old scar that marked his body like a map of battles won. But there was a new one—a nasty gash along his left side, still seeping blood. His jaw was clenched tight, and he was trying to clean it himself with a cloth, movements sharp and frustrated. My wolf surged forward so fast I had to grab the doorframe to steady myself. The scent of him—pine, storm, blood, and that dark wildness—hit me like a wave. He looked even more dangerously

A smile spreads across my face as I watch him. "Ah! I found it and it looks to be about the perfect size for a side piece."Greyson says, holding the stencil up. "Now did you bring something to change into? I may be gay honey but I doubt this big brute wants me to see your pretty little underwear and I don't feel like dying today!"Greyson says as he places a hand on his chest in an exaggerated motion. I feel my face instantly go red as Paul and Seth both let out a Laugh. Tatum glares at them and they instantly fall silent.

Grayson narrowed his eyes but dipped the brush in blue paint anyway, carefully dragging it across the page. Lily giggled. “That’s terrible, Daddy.” Sienna gasped dramatically. “Lily! That’s not nice.” “But it’s true!” Sienna clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing, and even Grayson, to her absolute shock, let out a low chuckle. It was barely there, just a ghost of amusement, but she saw it. And something inside her shifted. She had spent so long seeing him as this cold, untouchable man. But right now, with paint on his fingers and a reluctant smirk tugging at his lips, he wasn’t untouchable at all.

Grayson stood tall, seething with anger, his mouth frothing like a rabid beast. "Hey, are you listening?" Parker scanned his surroundings, trying to break through to his brother. "Gin, throw some truffles at him." "You know... I contemplated that option, but I ultimately decided to choose life," Gin nervously admitted, pressing herself against the wall as the Changed werewolf raged in her shop. Grayson's vision became tinged with a menacing red, consumed by an overwhelming desire to transform that crimson haze into a brutal reality. His sole purpose was to taste the blood of his enemy and adorn the walls with the remnants.

It had arts everywhere pinned on his walls. "Those are some art of some random people I saw while coming here?," Greyson told Paris as he went over to a chair where he had the unfinished art of Archie and placed the kitten before him onto a small pillow to sit on. "They are indeed beautiful," said Paris as she walked over to Greyson completing the art of Archie. She stood behind him. "You see I'm already through, I just needed to perfectly draw his little tail," said Greyson with his eyes and right hand fixed on the drawing of Archie.

She opened her mouth to deny it-- but the truth was written all over her face. A ghost of a smile curved at the corner of Grayson’s mouth. His hand reached out abruptly, brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear. The gesture was so gentle that it sent a shiver through her body. “You should,” he murmured. Aurora’s breath caught. “What?” “You should paint me,” Grayson said, his tone smooth and quiet. His eyes were darker now, the gray in them piercing beneath the afternoon light. “If that’s what you want.”

she informed her with a tone of admiration. "He is indeed a talented artist." Sarah was genuinely impressed by the revelation, her appreciation for Grayson's hidden talents growing as she contemplated the man behind the powerful exterior. Sarah's gaze was drawn to a particular painting in the hallway, and she couldn't help but stop and admire it. The artwork portrays a lady in a flowing dress, adorned with a straw hat, standing confidently at the zenith of a majestic mountain. In the painting, the woman waves her hand towards the three men in a topdown car.

Grayson looked down at me and sighed. "That was Hunter Jackson the beta that replaced your pal Godfrey Cooper and he's now a hybrid with a hard-on for you," he grunted in irritation. "I'm not interested," I grumbled and Grayson chuckled as he carried me up the steps to his porch. "Go check on the children while I go shower and dress. I will come to get you for our meeting with the hybrids," he said softly and kissed my cheek. He sat me to my feet and Mabel came out from the kitchen happy to see us.

he said with a small laugh. Kimmy widened her eyes. “Are you serious about posting it?” “Why not? You’re my wife,” Grayson replied casually, lifting his phone and snapping a photo of them together. “Come on, smile.” Kimmy tried to smile as sweetly as she could, even though her heart felt heavy. Click. One picture of them together, with the beautiful beach as the background. A few minutes later, Grayson typed a caption under the photo: “Turns out even a cold man can be romantic when he meets the right woman.” ❤️