Grey Morals Novels & Stories

Grey cursed, stomping it out before it could catch the carpet. “What kind of tech is that?” Mira gasped, staring at the melted plastic. “Black-market,” Grey muttered. “Hunter grade. Self-destruct failsafe. He was never meant to survive this job.” She turned back to the unconscious body. “Then he’s not just a grunt.” “No,” Grey said. “He’s a warning.” Mira crouched beside the hunter, grabbed his jaw, and forced his head to the side to check the scar again. It wasn’t just burned, it was ritualistic. Carved deep. Symbolic.

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

“This could be the act of an outsider. A setup.” Grey didn’t look at him. Didn’t react. “He was tracked down,” Grey continued. “And interrogated.” A pause. Deliberate. “He confessed.” The room shifted. You could feel it. Tension. Doubt. Fear. “He could have named anyone,” Grandmother said, her voice firmer now. “Under pressure, men break. They say what they think will save them. That does not make it truth.” Grey’s gaze moved across the room. Slow. Calculating. “We have suspected a mole within the clan for some time now,” he said.

"Excuse me?" Grey took a step forward, stepping out of the shadow as he glared at me. "I said you look pathetic," he repeated, walking toward me with a predatory grace. "Walking around my palace, humming like a schoolgirl, grinning at the walls. It’s nauseating." "It’s called happiness, Grey," I said, my voice sharp. "I know it’s a foreign concept to you, like mercy or loyalty, but some of us are capable of feeling it."

Grandma Rosie said, eyeing each of us in turn, “there is balance in everything, a firm, solid dichotomy. Black and white, dark and light, above and below, and so on. Our world is truly split, like the yin and the yang. Even within humanity the lines between good and evil are so skewed that, should a compass of morality truly exist, it wouldn’t know which way to point its own needle. “Think of our world as the middle. We are the grey, the blur between black and white. Ellis and Kathrena here are proof that vampires can be good, and just of heart, and kind of soul.” I smiled to myself, a little swell of pride rippling through my chest. Skye squeezed my hand. Maybe he was proud of me, too.

SILAS I wasn’t an evil person, but I’d be lying if I called myself a saint. Life had taught me long ago that no one was entirely good or bad—we were all somewhere in the messy, gray middle. And right now, as I looked down at this stranger, passed out and burning up on my dog’s bed, I was firmly planted in that moral gray zone.

Grey's face, bracing herself for the truth. "Your mother, she was part of a secret organization," Mr. Grey revealed, his voice laced with regret. "She leaked company experiment papers, embezzled company funds, and even indulged in market manipulation just to take over this company. After she was caught, she tried to run away with company papers but she got into an accident that night. I heard she died from the accident" Brixlee’s heart sank to her stomach, as she tried to catch her breath that ceased.

"What happens here and now is your decision. I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do. But if you don't want to live the rest of your life wondering about your child or what kind of monster he or she might turn out to be, then let us do this for you. Help us get rid of the Greys. Danish and his team already have a perfect plan. Once it goes through, you never have to see the Greys again." For a fleeting moment, I found myself considering her words. The promise of freedom, of protection for my child, was tempting. But Kim didn't know me well enough to understand that I would never agree to such a barbaric plan against anyone, no matter the potential rewards. "Emilia, you

"We never managed to blag any information from the deaf guy since you bailed, but-before you lash out, Becca-we found a new lead." "Why don't you just bribe the protagonist in your silly story and get away with everything, as usual?" I asked, setting down my now empty cup of coffee on the desk. "Because, first, we are really in big trouble as LAPD as it is and we are trying to set a good example. Bribing is not. Actually, that's our biggest problem right now." "What did Mark do?" I asked. Marlon did not respond. He just looked uneasy and his facial expressions dimmed, making him seem ashen.

I had turned the Great Alpha into a common criminal. I wasn't just destroying Roman. I was erasing the woman who had loved him. And jeez, it hurt more than the stone in my lungs. But as I looked at my reflection in the dark screen of the tablet, I saw pale, skeletal, and fading Elara. Then I realized the "Gold" I was winning was starting to feel more like the "Grey" I was leaving behind.