Grey Ones Novels & Stories

“The grey ones look better, and I like grey better than black.” Sloane raised her brow. “That's not the instruction, baby; it says black. It must be black. The academy doesn't joke with their rules.” “I don't care; pick the grey ones. The black is so basic and ugly,” he said. “Come on, Shawn,” she nudged him. “Taking the grey one will make us look different. We will stand out from everyone.” “That's exactly why I asked you to pick it,” he said, and Sloane's face paled in confusion. “We need to stand out from everyone in there. We're not the same as the lowlifes in there. We have to stand out, Sloane.”

Grey's data was meticulous in the way of someone who had understood from the beginning that they might be dead before anyone believed them, and had documented accordingly. Twelve handwritten journals. Fourteen folders of charts. A series of frequency maps that he had developed himself, working from Mara's original monitoring structure, refining the methodology over three decades until it could detect the cold ones' approach at a range of approximately forty miles and predict trajectory with seventy-two percent accuracy. All of it brought in two cases, because Grey was a man who had been ready to have this specific conversation for thirty-two years and had not been going to show up to it unpr

Celine joins him, and hums thoughfully, “Is there something in the water to change them from the clear safe ones to these dark dangerous ones?” Greyson hums, then holds a hand out over the water and closes his eyes.

I glanced down—another message from the same unknown number. “Congratulations on becoming a Grey. Let’s begin, shall we?”

Why was he so terrifying to them? "Let's see how they like this," he grunts and the large barn that houses the horses explodes. I scream as the explosion goes off and look in the direction of his destruction, but when I do, a wave of calm washes over me. The darkness had been concealing the members of the Gray pack from me this whole time, but the light from the flames has revealed the silhouette of a wolf and a cougar standing just on the other side of the drive way. That's what he meant when he said they all heard me approach. The Grays outside were ready.

She quickly glanced at me. “Do you have her credentials? Her IDs, passport? No. And the hospital will immediately flag it as red, which means unnecessary questioning and paperwork, and guess who isn’t going to be happy and will find more reason to cut you off?” She allowed the silence to pass through, where I didn’t have to think about the person she was referring to. Grey. She passively smiled. “Yeah, Grey. And besides, it’s just high fever. If I can manage to bring it down, she will regain consciousness by morning or tomorrow midday.”

Angel Soon, a tall man with onyx-coloured eyes, as dark as two abysses, entered the place. My wary eyes inspected him cautiously as I tried to find out who and what he was. He looked normal, except for the grey wick of hair in the middle of his otherwise very dark hair. I’d never seen a werewolf with grey hair before – it wasn’t a thing since our kind doesn’t age. Even without being able to smell his scent, something told me that he wasn’t a regular werewolf.

Ruby stood up before storming off to the bathroom. "she's great fun" Riley scoffed. We began people watching, it was strange when all 50 girls got together... it became real.. real what we were 'competing' for... You could tell who cared, some girls sat with their eyes glued to the door. Others chatted absently... The door behind us opened, the light filling the dim room. Grey entered, wearing a dark grey shirt the the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and perfectly ironed trousers. His tousled hair was styled perfectly.

grey said then showed me a picture of Gabby's son. "what? how?" I questioned with a frown. that's why those idol's didn't pick the call! they might be dead already! I thought before yelling "Fuck" "now, now, no need to yell"Grey said with a smile that I hated. "everyone would be here soon, don't you think I'll give you a little make-up?" Grey said while I shook my head. but then he landed a punch on my face, everything went dark

I respond. He looks at his phone “Hmm, let’s see. It says if your favorite color is grey, it’s because you don’t like attracting attention to yourself. You choose neutral colors to blend in. Grey can indicate a balanced, intelligent personality who is a good problem solver. In some cases, grey is associated with technology, social media, and modern solutions.” He looks up at me. “So that means you hate attracting attention, you’re smart and love technology?” It sounds like he’s asking me. I shrug my shoulders. “I guess that is true. I do tend to avoid attracting attention to myself unless I’m on the runway… Let’s see I have a degree in web design so that does mean technology. I don’t believe