Grey Man Book 6 Novels & Stories

grey man kneeled in front of them. “Tell me all the man who sent you to spy on us?” He asked. This is all about spying matter again? “No. No! We are just simple citizens of Colter Society.” Mr. Grey man laughed without humour in his tone, and the time he stopped laughing, he smashed his gun to the head of the poor man. The man cried out in pain now and fell to the ground. His son cried again and approached his father, who was on the ground and could not sit or even stand.

“We need to get dressed.” They scrambled, bumping into each other as they grabbed clothes, their movements clumsy but rushed. The fire was a low flicker now, barely any heat left. The candles on the table were little more than waxy stubs. I stayed near the door, tense and alert, my whole body buzzing with that strange sixth sense dogs have—the kind that says: Something’s about to change. Then, with a final grunt and slam, the door creaked inward. Cold air burst into the cabin in a rush. Snow swirled in, biting at my paws.

“I wouldn’t want your guests’ night to be ruined by seeing how your blood dripped down your throat as I slit it.” His tone was disturbingly calm and quiet, like he had done this a million time before, if not more. Dad cleared his throat, a drop of sweat trailing down his neckline. “Take care of the party, Ava. I will be back.” With that said, he made his way towards the hallway, while the huge man followed closely behind. His men stayed behind, their gaze hardened without any trace of smile or whatsoever. They meant business and whoever fucked up would be sent to the gate of Hades all at once.

Panni was trusting a man who was literally a ticking time bomb, Jian was preparing a ritual that would end humanity as they knew it, and Grace’s only hope for rescue was a father who had been subconsciously programmed to kill her. (Watch out for the next chapter)

The dawn was clean, the sky blue, the sirens fading. Elena smiled, tears streaming. “It’s over.” I kissed her forehead. “We’re free.” Mamá’s voice was soft. “My babies.” Alexander’s lips brushed Elena’s. “Forever.” Lila’s smile was small but real. “Family.” But the subway grate hissed. A single red thread drifted out. It landed in the ash. And wrote, in my handwriting: VOLUME VI: THE LAST CODE. My chest burned. I looked down. A red vein pulsed beneath my skin, right over my heart.

In North City's matchmaking circles, everyone knew my name, Renee Ranford. I was the girl who always hung around the five Parker brothers. According to the gossip, I'd already ruined four of their engagements. I had skin thick enough to survive any amount of ridicule, and no sense of shame whatsoever. I never wore makeup. I never acted sweet. Every other sentence out of my mouth referred to them as my "bros." Yet somehow, every woman who tried to marry into the family ended up walking away. The rumors only got worse. "That tomboy's a complete psycho. She can't stand seeing anyone else happy." "She loves being the only woman surrounded by men. The second one of those brothers starts dat

I looked at it and froze. No, I think I looked at it, died, and came back a statue. My heart that was beating rapidly before just stopped altogether. I couldn't breathe anymore. My lungs quit their job and stopped functioning. Then we made eye contact. No. Then I believe I blacked out. The last thing I remember seeing were those haunting gray-blue orbs ... ************** Thanks everyone for reading so far... Here is the end of book one on THE VICIOUS ALPHA.. Please, kindly leave an encouraging comment, review and highlights. Keep sending your votes and stars... I appreciate and love you all. From author Meks...

Gray continued. Lucas stood beside me, his eyes fixed on the floor. His compelling powers had manipulated the autopsy results, ensuring our story remained believable. I watched Gray's face, his eyes squinting in concentration. "No, ma'am, there was no warning sign. It happened suddenly. We're all shocked," Gray reassured. The conversation continued, with Gray expertly navigating the delicate discussion. After what felt like an eternity, Gray ended the call. "Done," he said, exhaling deeply.

"This is far from typical werewolf bonding or any relationship dynamics I've read about. Even for magical entanglements, this is... unprecedented." As we spoke, Gray scribbled notes on a pad, his expression like a man piecing together a particularly complex puzzle. Finally, he stood up and walked over to one of his bookshelves, filled with antique volumes that seemed as ancient as the wisdom they contained. He scanned the spines before pulling down a book that looked older than time. Flipping through its delicate, aged pages, he stopped at an intricate triangle illustration and placed the book in front of me. The triangle was surrounded by symbols resembling a blend of arcane runes and somet

I glanced at him after hearing what he said and placed the book back to the table. "Yeah," I smiled in agreement, "After all, one BLOOD was already spilled." Silence overwhelmed our surroundings; it was just like this after he died. "Um, excuse me," we glanced at our back to see a familiar face in front of us, Grey. "You old-faced seniors, we need to talk," she sadly uttered but we kept silent; I wonder why she had a sad tone today. "Pfft, told you, she SUCKS!!!"---LMAO.