Grayson Wayne Novels & Stories

Nodding, Jason motioned for Gray to follow him towards a makeshift medical sector where many warriors were being treated for minor wounds. "Sit him down here." He ordered, motioning towards the ground. "So I can get a better look at the injury." "Is it sanitary to do this out in the open?" Gray asked, though he did as he was instructed. "On such short notice, we don’t have any other choice." Remaining quiet, I watched as Gray laid Silas on the ground face down so that for the first time I could get a full view of his back and the puncture wound that was already becoming necrotic thanks to the deadly metal that was lodged within it.

Sharp pain stabbed his back as he ran furiously outside the mansion. A lush green rose garden welcomed him at the entrance as he skidded his way towards the gates. Few maids that were tending the rose bushes were startled as they saw the half naked man with bandages scramble his way outside. He was panting feverishly as he got to the main streets of the area. Blood had started to seep out from his bandaged body but he was too distracted to care. The road was empty, and his hope to meet Mr. Kaylus was nearly deflating.

I did not want to attack him, but he attacked me first, so I needed to defend myself and defend Rayne before defending myself. "I don't want to hurt you!" I shouted as I held him back from attacking Rayne, "Rayne! Run!" I looked at her for a moment as I yelled. I wanted her to be safe. I was able to recognize that type of werewolf, I knew his pack! His long grey and white fur gave me enough information about him. He was a Hutton, a banished Hutton. Huttons were naturally cruel and that meant that a banished one would be barbarous.

“Let's talk.” I dried my eyes with my other palm and followed June and Evelyn to the three nights inn. It was less rowdy than the city. Today sucked. I finished my beer in a swig and took another mug. “Allow me to introduce my mate Gwen, his name is June.” She introduced the gentleman with a smile. He was tall, he had fair radiant skin, blue eyes and a pointy nose. He was a very handsome beta wolf. But I couldn't even pretend to be pleased. I was in a very terrible shape at the moment, and I didn't care to meet anyone new. “I'm Gwen.” I replied taking longer sips of alcohol. We were all silent, the atmosphere was awkward. I was still sober but I badly wished to get drunk. But what I saw was

She paused and resumed her pacing which she had stopped when she had been speaking. Alex was very shocked. So shocked that it was a wonder that he managed to conceal his gasp of surprise. He stopped it at the last moment because he didn't want her to know he was here. He still wanted to hear more before he would reveal himself but now he knew more than enough to come to a solid conclusion. He knew that his mate, Jasmine, was the unknown serial killer who had been killing people from their pack for a while now. His own mate, his goddess-given mate was a serial killer and he was just finding it out from her own mouth. Never had he expected to hear something like that when he had followed Jasmi

“Isn’t there like a safety switch or something? I’ll keep it on until it’s needed.” Grayson hesitates a moment before engaging the trigger safety. He steps closer to show it to me. “Just tab this switch here if you need to fire it. Think you can do that?” I meet his gaze and try to ignore how my heart leaps with him standing so close to me. The wing of a hawk tattoo peeks out from the bottom of his t-shirt sleeve, adorning those ripped biceps. I swallow in a dry throat. “Yeah...if I can fix a CB radio, I think I can manage to pull a trigger.”

Grayson’s presence seemed to bring out a side of them I hadn't seen before. I leaned against the doorframe, a smile spreading across my face as I watched the scene unfold. In that moment, it was clear how much of an impact Grayson’s presence had on my kids. It was different from what they had with Raymond. Yes, they loved Raymond, but the bond they shared with Grayson felt more profound, more natural. It was as if Grayson effortlessly stepped into the role of a father, and my children responded to him in a way that was heartwarming and genuine.

"So, this Royce DeVayne, he caused more harm to Ava than her ex-husband did?" "Yeah, he's a million times worse," Grayson replied with a grim expression. Gin's eyes narrowed. "You're going to kill him, right?" Grayson's voice dripped with determination. "Yes, in the most brutal and gruesome way I can possibly imagine." Gin gave a small nod. "I hope you have a vivid imagination." Parker chimed in, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "If he doesn't, I definitely do. We take care of our own, Gin. You know that."

“Welcome back, Hale.” Adrian stiffened beside me. A figure stepped out tall, scarred, with cold, familiar eyes. “Grayson?” I breathed. He smirked. “Didn’t think I’d be so easy to get rid of, did you?” Grayson was one of my father’s old associates presumed dead after the last corporate war that almost took down the company. He looked very much alive. Adrian’s hand brushed mine, subtle but grounding. “What do you want?” I demanded.

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.