Grey Demon Novels & Stories

and we let him take her. The land held its breath. The ancient stones of the laboratory ruin waited, as they had for centuries, indifferent to the suffering of the hybrids standing within them. The hunt had led them to a graveyard of memories, and the darkness was finally, truly closing in. Samantha lifted her head, her eyes no longer violet or green, but a dull, dead grey. She looked at Dominic, and the "slow-burn" danger in her expression had been replaced by something much worse: the cold, crystalline calculation of a woman who had nothing left to lose.

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

Add to that three orphaned Mysteria girls and you have a lovely bunch of nobodies. Everyone rushes up when the bus finally arrives and I hang back. Addison and Gina stay at my side and let everyone else board first. My feet stumble on the last step as a pair of eyes meet mine. He leers over the half wall barrier at me sensing the familiarity between the two of us. It has my heart erratically beating and my lungs searing. There’s only two types of people that look familiar to me. Those my mother had forced me to con or those my father spent his life hunting down who ultimately are now hunting me down. Demons. “Ladies.” The man says as we shuffle past him. His dark, almost black eyes burn into

“Breaking news: Another victim was found in the river near Crimson Creek. A woman, between the ages of twenty-one to twenty-five, her body severely mutilated with bite marks and drained of all blood. We’ll know more once the autopsy results come back. Back to you, Tom.” Crimson Creek? My eyebrows furrowed in concern. That wasn’t too far from here—an hour’s drive, maybe less. No animal could do that. No animal could drain someone of all their blood. It must be something else, I thought, feeling a chill creep up my spine. I stared at my toast for a moment, my appetite suddenly gone. I settled for my coffee, drinking it down as I tried to shake the unsettling thought from my mind. I couldn’t le

She bends down rubbing her hand over the wet spot at Gemma’s door, and when her eyes go milky white she begins chanting in what I think is Latin as a scene is brought to life in front of our eyes. The image is of a frightened Gemma standing in the doorway holding a vase full of sunflowers that she’s about to drop, and I had hundreds of roses put in her room but no sunflowers so how they got there. The man in front of her is way over six feet tall and has on a black hoodie that is blocking most of his face from the angle I am at. When I try to move around to look at the ghostly characters more carefully I am horrified to realize that although Gemma’s face is completely visible whoever the per

Goodness, I have Cian beside me while here I am trying to solve his brother's unexpected remorse to me. I sighed in annoyance, shaking my head with such weird thoughts. I shifted my focus to Cian and ignored the warning signals coming from his brother's dark aura. Pierre Monteblanco. I didn't appreciate the idea of why his name already speaks of trouble.

POV DARLENE The "Liminal North" was no longer a dreamscape; it was a theater of the dying. As the fourteen beams of black light pierced the violet-grey dawn, the air began to thicken, not with the ozone of the Foundry, but with the metallic, coppery scent of a slaughterhouse that had been left in the sun. The Grey Pack warriors, only just freed from their silver stasis, were not howling in victory. They were clutching their throats, their iridescent fur turning a dull, sickly ochre as the Original Hunger began to pulse from across the Great Divide.

The second goblin asked dropping the act, what it feared was the way it was going to die. "Em..I'll leave that to my good friend here,he'll take care of you and send you back softly.." In pieces arranged neatly in a box, Damien eyes were cold and expressionless as he once again looked into empty hallway, he felt there was something here apart from these goblins, there was something else hiding in the shadows. His eyes flickered turning red, for only a second before going back to normal, smiling he eyed callous who nodded in return and walked away.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Jayden said coming out of the darkness. “Jayden you cannot stop it, I have seen it," Alexandra said. She slowly walked down the stairs and meant Jayden at the bottom. She touched his face and smiled. “Your life will be spared.” “Why are her eyes gray if she isn’t destined to be a vampire like me?” Jayden questioned. “That I haven't seen,” Alexander said. “But you see her die?” Garrett asked. “Yes.” “When?” Jayden asked before Garrett could. “I do not know.” She spoke. “Your mortal is stirring in your room Garrett I'd go to her now.”