Novel & Cerita Grey Ones

“Remember I told you there was a family of shifters, but they can take any shape?” Cassy stared at me. “You mean that Mallory can shift ito a tiger?” “Georgie, I am going to kill your youngest!” Mrs. Graycort came down the stairs already on her phone, followed by Mina and Mal. “I am so sorry! I thought you were Kam! I was just trying to scare him, Mrs. Graycort!” Mal followed Mrs. Graycort, who waved her off and away. Mina was trying not to giggle. “Sorry. Hi,” she said, noticing my cousins.

Grey. The name hit her like a punch to the chest. It was familiar. Not from her past. Not from the trauma. But in a strange way, it fit. She hadn’t asked for his name. And yet, hearing it now… Grey. The color of twilight. Of ash. Of the space between light and dark. She didn’t realize she was gripping the clipboard until her knuckles turned white. “Keep monitoring him,” she said quietly. “Page me if there’s any change.”

Grey sniffed his nose into the air, Dolion did the same. “ Something is going wrong there,” Grey said lowly in his calm voice. He glanced at me then back at Dolion. “ That’s the smell of silver bullets.” said Grey. “ Who are they? Who shot the guns?” I spoke in my widely slanted eyes. Grey looked at me, his eyes soft. And I was pretty sure he did his eyes that way because of me. To tell me that everything is fine because he got this. “ I think they’ve found out we are werewolves,” he said, my heat beat expanded. “ They would continue to chase us until they hunt us down.” Grey said, he was still calm. There were minor tasks for him to handle.

A low growl echoed through the open space. In an instant, every Sentinel turned. Through the trees came a black convoy. The Black Ridge. Naturally. Before they completely stopped, Grayson got out. He appeared almost unreal due to the storm. The black coat was flapping wildly in the wind. Under the rain, silver eyes glowed a little. He exudes power that causes weaker wolves to instinctively avert their eyes. He glanced at the corpses once. Next, at the cliff's symbol. And his face took on a dark hue.

Finally, he said, “Then whoever it is, they wanted this war.” “Not war,” I said softly. “An end.” We moved like shadows through the broken corridors. Every corner reeked of blood and betrayal. I could still hear the screams from hours ago—rogues, loyalists, even children caught in the fire. My hands shook, but I forced them steady. When we reached the main hall, the world narrowed to a single heartbeat. Grayson was there—standing amid a circle of fallen wolves, his aura flaring with darkness so thick it almost choked the air. His eyes were no longer the color of dusk. They were pure black, like twin voids that had swallowed the stars.

His eyes quickly reverted back to their normal grey state. --To be continued…

I decide to let him control everything as I am not strong enough right now. “You need to get her back, we need her back”, I hear Grey say in my head while I only bother to nod. Grey is a massive Grey wolf with bright yellow eyes, he is powerful and full of attitude, he has the attitude and confidence that I don’t. He is stronger than me and right now that is all I need, for him to control everything while I cry in the back for losing my mate so early in life. I am afraid she won’t come back.

It was so strong it sent me flying back against the tree and I slid down onto my ass. I sat on the ground dazed until something cold and wet touched my face, nudging me. When my vision cleared, a beautiful dark gray wolf came into view. His golden eyes looked at me with concern, but I was too mesmerized with how beautiful he was. He was much darker than other Delta 1s. His darkest gray is charcoal, with hardly any white. There's a little below his chin slightly spreading onto his muzzle, and a little on his chest. Gray is mixed in with it so much that it barely looks white. His golden eyes stand out against his dark color, making them look like they are glowing.

Keyara's mind; Truly unsettling. Why does he keep staring at me with that awkward and uncomfortable gaze? Is he a playboy, womanizer, or... oh God, the worst, a maniac! I can even feel my uneasy heartbeat warning me. He's a businessman named Grey, which I know means "gray" in English. Is he called that because of his grayish behavior? I can't stop thinking negatively about this man because he won't stop staring at me.

"Are they rogues?" This bunch was much smaller, but even more aggressive as they attacked from different corners, the pitiful gate dismantled as I thought it would be. Fire spreads abroad from an unknown source, the towers destroyed, left as only a reminder of what was. "No, that is the monster that kept killing your men." Grayson answers his voice grating and low. "What?" My voice filters from my mouth as a whispher, fear seeping in as to what to do now. "They're the human hybrid. A new specises of wolves."