Graystripe Warriors Novels & Stories

As if she’d never seen it at all. Lucas straightened and spoke to the crowd. “Being a warrior is not about winning. It’s about not giving up. Tonight… we have a new warrior. Lylah Greystone.” His voice broke the silence. The crowd was too stunned to react. No movement. One could hear if a pin drop. Lucas glanced back to Lylah. “You better not die during training,” Lucas muttered to her. “It’s going to get tough, little wolf.” Then, he turned to leave.

Jerry asked. “Grayson, his name is Grayson,” Carter replied. “Grayson? Who the hell is he and why did he have to meddle in my affair? Have I attacked his pack?” Jerry questioned. “We don’t know much. But he’s strong. His warriors are not like the others we’ve faced. He has weapons too” Carter said. Jerry’s fist slammed onto the desk, the sound echoing. “Grayson! Whoever he is, he’ll regret this. No one crosses me and survives. I don’t care how strong he is.” Jerry vowed.

Still, after all these years it feels he has not accepted this pack wholeheartedly. I knocked on the door and to my dismay, Jake opened the door. "Warrior, Stanford...how can I help you." See what I always told formal and upright. He must be reading a book, as he had one held in his hand. "Umm...can I have a word with Brit...um Brittney?" He furrowed his brows at me. "Whose it baby?" Brit asked from inside. "Warrior Stanford, he wants to have a...word with you." He replied her, still staring at me with those questioning eyes.

“I’ll even come and visit with you.” Darius smiled. “You will?” “Yeah of course, since you seem to be comfortable around the Spell-Blades and all.” “Well only with the ones you have here, the others are not so nice and I wouldn’t trust them, and would have killed them on the spot.” He smiled. “I want to introduce you to the two warriors I want to send with you when you do leave.” “Okay.” Jade smiled. “This is Kaden and Dillion.” He said. “Both top warriors.”

He raises both his hands in surrender, and I slowly step back to the sound of his chuckle. "Touchy. Hasn't anybody tell you to control that humor?" Ryan asks, mimicking Jason's exact words. For a fighter, he talks way too much. He looks too young to be in a secret group fighting off hybrids, too joyful for such responsibility. "What is the Elite? What do you want?" His demeanor changes before my eyes, his expression hardens as the weight of the conversation settles in. Ryan crosses his arms and assesses me with care. "We're the main force against the hybrids," he responds resolutely.

All the rage and frustration I'd swallowed down, all the fear from last night came spilling out of me like a tsunami. "You pompous, self-important, grandiose prick," I spat, squaring my shoulders. "You look down at everyone from your ivory tower and talk about the Zoe you used to know but what about the Greyson I used to know, the shy, sweet, geeky kid with the too-big glasses who I kinda had a crush on? That Greyson would be ashamed of this Greyson. This Greyson is the thing that Greyson hated the most. A bully." "I'm not a bully, Miss Smithson, I'm a businessman," Greyson said calmly, "now please leave before I call security.

Theria said, “What should I do?” “I know how you feel about killing people, You can help or you can stay in the air and keep us informed. I'd be pleased with either choice. Warren shot Grace a look of gratitude, “Don't get weird about it, Whelp. I don't want to lose a man on the first day out.” She raised her pistol. “Fifty meters, two of the warriors are mounted on those awful bear-wolf things. The others appear to be listening to them. Does that mean something?”

he added coldly, his voice filled with deadly intensity as his blue eyes gleamed dangerously beneath the early morning light. “No one threatens the Silvercrest pack and survives,” one warrior roared. “Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!” The warriors erupted into loud cheers, the sounds echoed through the entire pack grounds like thunder. Some jumped excitedly while others slammed their fists against each other’s chests in excitement. Going to war for the Silvercrest pack was almost considered a thing of pride because victory was something they were used to. Maverick smirked faintly before turning around and leading the way while Logan walked closely beside him and the warriors followed from behind.

I'm not proud of that. "Okay, gentlemen, time to talk business," Grayson begins, after taking a long swig of his large caramel frappé with extra whipped cream and colored sprinkles. I don’t like that he called me a gentleman, "Ever since the first day Redboxinggloves insulted Midnight, I've been watching all the Beast Maker people very carefully. I've created a list of possible attackers, take a look at it." Gray sets a piece of paper down on the table and then turns to all sides as if someone is watching us. I take it first, approaching Baxter on the couch so he can read as well.

There was a pin-drop silence. The subordinates who waved their arms and shouted about killing Cirocco were all looking with their eyes widened in shock. They could not believe what they just saw. Was Cirocco even human? That was too terrifying! He sent Grayson flying with just a single punch! Grayson was a top fighter of God of War caliber. He was the strongest in the Whistleblowers, yet the man across from him sent him flying so easily. Not only was Grayson's arm shattered, but the stone statue was shattered as well.