Grey Ones Novels & Stories

I’m still so on edge that it doesn’t immediately register that he’s coming from the direction of the squad complex; this is clearly friend, not foe. The air around the black wolf shimmers as he shifts, and I then see Gray’s muscular body crouching in his place. I’ve never seen Gray’s wolf before, but I’m struck by how beautiful he is. A beautiful wolf for a beautiful man. Brock’s already pulled his boxers on, but he tosses his gym shorts to a naked Gray. He slides them on so quickly that I can’t even really catch a proper glance at his manhood. Damn. Our eyes meet, only for a moment, then Gray stalks over to Casey and Brock. The three of them take a few steps away from Vienna and me, speakin

It had been years of being the strong and young budding alpha female, and in one night, it seemed all of that had been taken away. The wolves of the Craw pack were black and strong, their eyes a variety of colors that changed based on their mood. The wolves of other packs had similar characteristics and sometimes you could only tell the difference based on scent and markings. “Other packs” however, did not include the Decent pack, the pack of the white wolves. They were the outcasts and had gone into hiding for many years now because as Isha had always been told, they were a mistake to the werewolf lineage.

"A white haired, white furred, wolf with darkness for his insides, and no soul. What do these colours mix to form?" "Grey," she answered. "Good. They will call me Grey."

His expensive coat was thrown back, his muscles coiled tight beneath it, fury radiating off him like heat from a wildfire. Grey approached slowly, every step measured. He acted like Ronan wasn’t even there, though his fists curled into tight balls at his sides. “I’d like to see Scarlet, the Lycaness,” Grey said, voice cold and controlled. The guards didn’t blink, speak or even shift, they were given orders. Grey’s stomach twisted. “Are you fucking deaf?” he snapped. His wolf growled low. “This isn’t normal. They smell… off.” Alpha Ronan turned, eyes blazing gold. “They’ve been mute since I arrived.”

“Whatever. It doesn’t even matter. Mia’s, all I need now.” I smile and he kisses my head. Eve scoffs and walks away. I turn to Grey. “I really don’t understand how anyone has a problem telling you two apart. You’re fun and adventurous. Wes is reserved and cautious. Your hair is half a shade lighter then his. Your skin is slightly darker. Then there’s the cute mole on your…..” “Aha…heh…Mia. No one needs to know about my mole.” Grey says as his face turns red.

I can't believe this little witch is literally trying to rile me up right now, only if she knew that the Darkwood elder Mickey was actually with the blades too. “Yeah, of course, so we should be cautious,” I responded with a smile. “And last and the most dangerous of them all are the Grey's.” The moment she said the name Grey's, the whole room turned cold, and I could feel the crazy tension and that is a given since the Grey's are equally dangerous as the Darkwood and even much more sinister than them. They will do everything possible to get what they want regardless of what, and they never let a grudge go no matter what.

I also don't want to leave Gray behind! My hands turned cold when Gray started to attack Herman and Carlos. Herman's thick fur is color dark brown and Carlos is a bit gray and brown. I wanna pray so hard to please stop what I'm seeing. I couldn't stand it! Gray growled when Herman started to bite his neck and Carlos started to bite his left leg! Damn it! They will kill Gray! Shit! I am almost tearing up while watching them how Herman and Carlos team up for Gray! Damn them! I bit my lower lip and tried to think on how can I help Gray. While looking around I saw a small rock. I shook my head and didn't think twice to grabbed that rock and throw towards Herman's eyes! I was bewildered when I sa

“Go see him, I will bring her in a moment. Let's see if you live or die first.” Their conversation was odd, but things weren't looking good for the man who was called Twenty-Nine. An odd name for someone. And odder were the features of both men. I may not be connected to my wolf, but I didn’t need shifter abilities to recognize that these two men were not… usual. Their skin was pale grey, and their eyes, though different colors were both strange shades of yellow and pale blue. Noses were flat and chins pointed. Twenty-Nine had a shade of brown hair, whereas the other man had a shade of pale blond. Everything on them just looked dim. As if all their color had been washed out.

Silence is our new best friend. “We are at the turning, Kaden.” Grey said “Okay, take your left, it will lead us to a huge gate.” I said to him “What color?” He asked. “Grey, vampire color?” I joked and everyone laughed, well, everyone except for Gerald. “Stop right where you are!” We heard the sound of gunshots in the air. “I have to get down now.” I said and Grey nodded. “Get down, they are shooting in the air.” Amelia said.

THE Callum Gray was here. He was built like a tank and had inky black hair that was artfully disarrayed. His black suit -similar to his companions but somehow managing to stand out from theirs- molded to his body, but it was his eyes that arrested my soul. His eyes were an arctic grey that would have frozen hell over. The second they locked on my wide blue ones, I understood one thing. I may have never met him before today, but he was the one who could wreck me in more ways than one.