Grey Novels & Stories

Something worse. He stands roughly two inches taller than me. His black hair is combed back. Slick with gel. His color scheme is black and white. Like a panda. But nothing like said animal. He walks with vigor and a domineering prowess. But what kicks everything into limbo is his face. It sharp. Too sharp. It seems to be made of porcelain. Almost as white as my skin. But something else. Like it's been bleached. Bleached with so many chemicals it has no hope of returning to any healthy color. His eyes are grey. Almost like storm clouds. No. Nothing like storm clouds. I know that color too well. It can only be described in my words as the color of dead elephant

Paul made a fire and now roasts something on a stick. While he isn't looking in my direction, I find myself staring as leftover tension churns within me. The light from the fire has just the right angle, highlighting Paul’s dark eyes with sparkling waves. His jawline is very sharp, and his eyes are gray. Ok, not simply gray. Like the color of the earth when it is in need of more water and you feel compelled to provide the nourishment it craves, or the color of dark honey, extremely sweet and just a touch bitter.

It seems reasonable that he prefers his interior design to consist of black, white, and gray. Liora sat next to Misty and asked, "Do you have something fun to play with?"

“There’s more of the colour red in Rose.” “Exactly.” He answers. “In brain scans, we have an intensity colour from the shades of grey which we call grey levels. Black means no activity and it ranges up to the better contrast which we call the false colour. It’s the hot regions with colours similar to the rainbow. Red having the highest activity count, then yellow, then green and so forth, Blue, violet and black represent the levels of low activity.”

asked Iris showing Kiara a box with glitters . " Iris , aren't these the same ? " said Kiara trying to see the difference between the glitters . " No ! They are different . These are grey gliters , these are silver glitters , these are white gold glitters and these are shiny silver glitters . " said Iris . ' These look all the same . They are all grey . ' thought Kiara confused trying to differ the glitter as Iris explained it to her . " Kiara , do you like these crystals ? Dark starry night or dark blue night ? " said Emily showing her two dark blue crystals that looked the same .

The scent of lavender filled Grace’s nostrils as she stepped into the office. The office was similar to Mr Black's office, it was Big and had a mix of all shades of Grey and Black, it was a calm office, one that seemed to resonate with the owner. The only pop of colour were the lavender Flowers that was situated at the four corners of the room.

I look now. Mara is maybe five or six months old. Round-faced, still in that soft unformed stage where babies look mostly like themselves rather than anyone else. But her coloring. The particular shade of her hair where it comes in dark at the temples. The cool grey of her eyes, not blue, not green, the exact in-between shade that might still change but right now sits in that face in a way that is very specific. The tone of her skin in the flat morning light coming through the window. I know that grey. I see it every day across the breakfast table.

I don’t mind him being grumpy…just in moderation, that’s all. Gabriella chuckles. “We’re ready when you are,” she tells him. He nods, taking in a deep breath and closing his eyes. At the same moment, Gabriella and Zarseti take a few steps back. With perfect timing, Aya and I watch as their bodies billow with energy. Gabriella’s is a vivid dark green, like a deep emerald, while Zarseti’s is a vibrant fuchsia, but neither is as intense as the onyx waves emitted from Azadou. It’s larger, and the power and chill coming off it is enough to not only rival the winter air but make Aya and me take a few steps back.

Gray felt grateful and thank her before he sat down. His breath was really heavy and his back was full of sweats. He decided to drink a lot of water and calm his breath. Seeing the young boy in front of her struggled to breathe, somehow, she felt annoyed and shove a small glass filled with blue fluid. “Here, drink this to relax your body.” Thus, Gray shakily accepted it and drank it all in one gulp. Indeed, his body started to feel better and he became calmer. He sighed while looking at the sky gloomily, “I’m sorry… At this rate, I know we can’t get out in a day…”

The glinting hue of deep gold in his eyes indicated the activation of his power, and by his nodding, he seemed to feel the same. I returned my focus to my radar. The Carter in my radar looked more like a circular dot tinted in light green, meaning that he’s an ally. Otherwise, all the dots in my radar, which represents other existence, is either white, for neutral creep or weak enemy, or red, representing an existence of severe hostility.