Greem Novels & Stories

The man stopped in front of Garrett and smiled. Jade looked up; his eyes met hers. He had light brown hair and green eyes, his smile mouthwatering. “Hello, I am Maximus, Max for short,” Max said. Jade smiled and then looked over at Garrett. “This is Jade she is a little shy.” He laughed. “Ah Jade, you smell nice. It’s nice to meet you.” Max said. Jade just smiled. Max extended his hand to shake hers. Her hand trembled but made it into his hands. He gently closed his hand and shook it and then released it.

"THIS is it," My dad's assistant, Mr. Logan, said, packing the car in front of a large building. A sign sat atop the beautiful large black gates which read ' welcome to Greystones. Greystone is a private institution for mentally disabled or rebellious rich kids, ones that their parents wouldn't want to clean up of after causing a scandal, or kids whose parents don't have time to babysit like me. My name is Samantha Williams, daughter of Gregory Williams and Rebecca Williams; my parents are the CEO of two multi-billion companies, one in construction and one in entertainment. Why am I here, you would like to know? Well, you have to wait to find out.

I was deep in thought, wondering why Aunt Maya was really here. But it became clear tonight. I had eavesdropped on her and her dad. "Gwen may not be a werewolf; the girl may be human, just like her mother. "But I don't want to believe that." "Artemis was a wolf, Dylan!" Aunt Maya cautioned her brother. "She was not; I bit her." "She was never born a wolf." "Gwen will be going to wolf camp; they'll train her." He said.

The universe is conspiring against her, and she can’t even manage that! Magnus was nowhere to be seen. Violet said she had seen him enter, but – then I saw Grimmor. Dead. In the middle of the floor. His orange braid and beard surrounding him like a flaming shroud. His face, strong arms and trunk-like legs now dehydrated and sad. Fuck. No wonder Rasmus’ eyes are that blazing hell-fire blue. The wind whistled through the window again and I saw something dark flapping on the edge of a window shard. I looked at Adelaide, who met my stare with a flinty one of her own.

I waited in the dark parking lot of our school for ten minutes before I saw the headlights that turned toward me. Steve and Mike climbed out of a truck and walked to where I was leaning against my Jeep. They were too relaxed to suspect anything. “Hey, man, this is going to be awesome,” Mike said and blew on his hands and put them under his arms against the cold. I smiled as I looked at them and lifted my hands. “I command from the gods, the righteous path to unfold. Rjóðr eldr.” The red flames formed in my hands and it glowed eerily in the dark.

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

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“Everyone, stay calm. It’s… it’s one of theirs. Wait—who is that?” The gremlin seemed oblivious to our confusion. He leaped from root to root, chanting praises in a rhythm that made the leaves quiver. His eyes shone with uncontainable excitement. “The Moon Goddess has heard us! The light has returned! And oh—oh, the Alpha! The Alpha has come back!” Warren stepped forward, muscles coiling. “Easy,” he said, voice low but firm. “Calm yourself, little one. You’re safe.” The gremlin ignored him entirely, spinning around, hopping in circles, and beating his tiny chest.

“Bossy and controlling?” “Commanding and brave. He would have been a great soldier.” The Panthers were cordial but a little off, either by the presence of the witch or nine wolves. “I’m Greer. You’re Esmerelda.” “I am. Nice to meet you.” Greer was petite with blond hair and wide blue eyes. She looked like a doll, which was very misleading because I could feel she was a powerful witch. “You’ve made the cabin invisible?” “Yes. You have to know the coordinates or stumble upon it by accident. There is also a field that warns people away.”

I don't care if anyone sees me or if I end up on the news my anger will never let this man go free. "Listen, dude, I didn't come here to play. I came here for answers. Now quit playing and tell me what being a grey wolf means." His smile isn't there anymore, he looks as confused as ever. "I'm not playing with you Chloe, you were born a grey werewolf. Your father was a grey werewolf, you're a grey werewolf. Grey werewolves are more powerful than regular werewolves, grey wolves are also the only breed of werewolves to not be controlled by the moon. You all can turn at will and it won't even hurt." He chuckles. "Y'all are lucky bastards."