Grey Man Novel Novels & Stories

Especially now that he is a lone wolf without a pack. The footsteps coming in closer, one by the window. Two by the door. His fists up and ready as he wondered which one will breach first. He payed unwavering attention while the dust pouring down on the bed from the ceiling above went unnoticed. The door handle turned gaining his focus. It slowly moved inward and Grey crouched ready to spring the attacker. All of a sudden the door was pushed open and on its cue a man dropped from a broken hole in the ceiling. Before Grey could react three darts had gone into his chest. The other men ran in at the precise time his body hit the ground. They took Grey's limp body up to a kneeling position. He w

As he did, he lashed out with a kick, not at the creature's body, but at its leg. His boot connected with a solid, metallic thud. It was like kicking a steel girder. A jolt of pain shot up his leg, but the Grey Man didn't even flinch. It simply reset its stance, its programming recalculating. These things weren't just armored; they were cybernetically augmented, their skeletons reinforced with some unknown alloy. The second Grey Man attacked from the flank, its hand shaped into a rigid spear, aimed at Jack’s already injured ribs. It was a classic pincer movement. They weren't trying to outfight him; they were herding him. Herding him into the sniper's kill-zone.

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.”

I fear that my memories are beginning to come back to me and although it should be good news that finally I can now remember my people and no longer feel like an orphan but in this case I have a bad feeling that my memories coming back to me is more bad than good and it might cause great problems. Grey is now a completely different man that loves, cares and respects me greatly and although he is still very dangerous and feared by all because of him and his fathers insatiable thirst for control, he doesn’t bring those wicked behaviors around me and he also listens to all my requests and tries to fulfil them immediately they come out of my mouth.

Marcus left, because Marcus understood that dismissed meant immediately and completely, and I stood alone in my office and let the information settle into its proper place in the architecture I’d been building for eight years, adjusting the weight of it, redistributing the load, the way you do when one beam shifts and everything above it needs to be recalculated. Jacob survived. Of course Jacob survived. The Grey’s were, if nothing else, stubbornly, infuriatingly difficult to kill. Eight years of operating against this family and the lesson I kept relearning was that the Grey stubbornness was not a personality trait, it was a biological condition, encoded somewhere at the cellular level, exp

“Did a truck hit me… or did I piss someone off again?” Grey now back in human form, freshly clothed somehow, blood still streaked across his jaw...let out a sharp laugh. “Relax. You’re not dying, you dramatic Alpha. Disappointed?” Ronan turned his head slightly, glaring weakly. “Still talking, mutt?” Grey smirked. “Still alive, bastard.” Scarlet let out a breath that was half laugh, half sob, pressing her forehead to Ronan’s shoulder. Relief flooded her so hard it nearly knocked her out.

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They had both exhausted their lives. A headshot as I realized, but they couldn't lie here long. The warm bodies almost steamed in the cold rain. Besides, the heavy rain had not yet washed away the blood. And when I saw that scene there in front of me, it shocked me more than I thought possible. Until that moment, I hadn't believed that seeing a washed Proles victim on a dissection table or out here right after the crime could make that much difference. I was wrong. Look, Gracy, the funny dog. I called it plush because it looks so plush.

At least, these dumb men should have thought of another different way to kill, not in the same way it had been done before. "You pour a generous glass, Cassian," I said quietly, taking the cup from his fingers. "Only the best for our Alpha," Cassian offered a smooth smile that did not reach his eyes. "Then you should have the first sip," I said, holding the goblet back out to him. Cassian froze. The fake warmth on his face instantly melted, his skin turning a sickly shade of grey. Beside him, Abby took a small step backward, his fingers twitching toward the inner lining of his coat.

They seemed like emotionless machines, only obeying the orders of their owner, considering everything else insignificant. The man carried Mei Grayson back into the room, rudely throwing her onto the floor before swiftly closing the door and leaving. Mei Grayson stared blankly at the tightly shut door, feeling hopeless, just like her future. She regretted it deeply; she should have listened to her cousin and avoided these perverted men.