Grayson Invincible Novels & Stories

Grayson grumbled in my direction . "You were the one who brought a bloody body part to the meeting as evidence. We share a common enemy that should be enough. Or is it that an enemy of your enemy is still your enemy?" "If you were my enemy, you'd be dead," Grayson's words hit me like a arrow to the heart shaking me to my core. How could I forget who he was? A former Gamma, a cold blooded hunter and a bloodline Alpha. A man. All the qualities that made him a dangerous predator.

Even Vince York and Lexie York, who were showing prideful looks on their faces, had their pupils shrunk at that moment. He crippled Grayson with just a single slap in front of everyone?! The Islanders threatening to kill Harvey were frantically twitching their eyes. “How is this possible?!” The wealthy ladies could not help but widen their beautiful eyes in disbelief. Grayson’s status was just too immense! In their eyes, people like him were practically invincible! Even if Harvey’s name became quite well-known recently, surely he could not rival Grayson! But nobody expected that a simple slap from Harvey could be so terrifyingly destructive!

he growled, “does not get to decide my feelings.” “But—” “No.” He pulled me closer, holding me firmly against him. “Listen to me, Ashen. I don’t care what he shows you. I don’t care what he whispers. You are mine. Not his.” I trembled against him. “He won’t stop.” “Neither will I,” Grayson said. “And I will win.” His voice shook with conviction, and for a moment, I believed him. But deep inside my chest, beneath the seal’s cold weight—

How could this guy be able to affect him when he was only a Hero and he was a Sotiras? He was confused then was in a rage. An evil thought flashed past his mind and he was already thinking about exploiting this guy who dared affecting him when he was clearly the superior one. This guy is not needed if this guy will not even recognize elders and respects his seniors! Yeah, his actions will be justified. President Knox thought and did not get away from the evil thought circulating inside his head dangerously. Gray retracted his ability with great reluctance and difficulty as he was still very angry and feeling furious but he was still happy inside his heart as he felt his gravity had once agai

So, the Hansons didn't pay further attention to Evan's unwavering—bordering on impolite—stare. After all, even James, who was with Beverly, had only given Evan a glance and nothing else. "I didn't expect you to be the friend Tabby mentioned. You never accept invitations from female friends. Your wife…" Alexis, who was only a few years older than James, remarked. When he saw Evan's face darken, he immediately stopped, suddenly remembering the circumstances surrounding that topic. "I thought you'd stay hidden away forever. I'm glad you've finally moved on. "Let me introduce you. Everyone, this is Mr. Gray, the wealthiest man in Alterra. We've worked together on some business dealings abroad."

Grayson’s terse text. She spotted him waiting beside his sleek black SUV in a dimly lit corner. Mr. Grayson, 48 years old, stood tall and imposing. His broad shoulders filled out his tailored suit. Silver hair showed at his temples. He radiated authority. A calm, predatory smile touched his lips when he saw her. “Raven,” he said simply. As she got closer she wondered what he had got on her bed on the text he sent and how bad it was. She stood in front of him and she suddenly felt like she couldn't breathe with the way the next few minutes played out.

A small glimpse of pity roamed through Grayson’s eyes. “Doesn’t he know we are a goddess? Our human form is weak. But we can kick his ass if we had access to our real power,” Rhys said with a growl. “It doesn’t matter, we need to be stronger. Ares can't have a weakling by his side.” I pushed Rhys aside, getting my focus back. I didn’t need Grayson’s pity; I need him to train me. Get me to be stronger.

Grayson defends himself, sitting down across from me, "If I wasn't good, I wouldn't have so many fans." "They're not fans you idiot, they're just a bunch of omegas who think you're attractive," Lion taunts, “I threw you into the fire before you were ready, that's why you've lost three of your four fights." "But I lose in style and that's what's important," Grayson closes his good eye to me, "Anyway, I'm a good legacy and I read it in two different places." "Grayson won a full scholarship to Cambridge and turned it down," Bastian informs me, and I raise my eyebrows in amazement, "He's good at boxing, but his talent is in something else."

"There's this dress you need to—" She stops talking abruptly when the door swings open and Grayson enters the room. He seems to be too busy brooding at first to notice that there are people in the room. Then suddenly he halts, his eyes slowly moving from the beautician to grandmother and finally it lands on me. His eyes sweep over my figure before he looks away. I'm too stunned to even move to cover myself. Not that I can do much anyway. The robe is translucent. I'm almost certain he saw the outline of my nipples and curves.

Grayson’s eyes shone with bloodthirst as he dashed forward. He was as fast as a bolt of lightning as he suddenly appeared before Storm. His fists were as ferocious as a tiger. Whoever came near Grayson would be torn to pieces by him. Else, he would target their throats, collar bones, or humerus. Only the sound of shattering bone could be heard before they all fell at his feet.