Grey Ones 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 skin.

She hated to stretch her neck to talk to people that tall while they look down at her from their crazy height. " I don't know what you're talking about," she said nonchalantly before she went back to lay on the mat and all her wolves appeared. The biggest one Greskin was always next to her and he seemed to be more clingy than the rest. All her wolves were snow white except for Greskin. His fur was black with silver highlights here and there and his eyes were blue. Gina recalled seeing it maul people on Elora's command and she felt a little bit threatened by it so she moved backward and hid behind Aidan.

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.

“You showed it to Tristan.” I froze. That was true but she hadn’t been there. Only he had seen it and me. “No one else knows about the color,” she continued, almost absentmindedly. My pulse began to rise. “The color?” I repeated carefully. She nodded. “Yeah. It’s Grey.” The word hit me harder than it should have. Grey. It was not white, not normal, it was grey. My throat went dry. “Wait,” I said slowly. “How do you know it was grey?”

"Proceed to the next action! Collect the souls!" ❇❇❇ Rain started to pour heavily as orcs and giants came down from the ship. They hustled their way out of the tall building and slaughtered every normal they could find. They collected their souls, placing them in a cell-like bag as the normals just start to disappear, turning into white orbs of energy. The normals couldn't see them, leaving them defenseless and without any idea what was upon them. Laughing hysterically for another feast they are taking, they hurriedly scattered themselves into the streets of the near-barren city.

there. We dove into a dark corner of the server. **[ENTERING: THE DEEP ARCHIVE]** **[STATUS: UNINDEXED]** **[WARNING: LACK OF NARRATIVE STRUCTURE DETECTED]** --- ### The Grey Room We landed on a hard, flat surface. The silence was absolute. There was no wind. No mechanical hum. No sound of breathing. I opened my eyes. I was whole again. I looked at my hands. They weren't static. They were solid, but they were... grey. My skin, my clothes, even the blood on my chest—everything was a shade of ash.

She doesn't understand anything anymore, her mind has been so confused lately She heard the sound of movement in front of her to let go of her hair and stare silently at the wolf standing in front of her and his looks were sad while his companion was in pain I slowly walked up to him to sit in front of him and hugged him, bursting into tears afterwards And she didn't see March's very sad looks, as his eyes turned gray 'the color of sadness for wolves' " I want my father, my mother, and all that I lost because of your herd. " His soul was also completely drowned out with sadness and disappointment because he couldn't help it “ I know you two are not to blame for everything that happened, but

It was like a slap on their faces! Then there was the matter of his eyes. While in werewolf form, their eyes were silver; just like the light of the moon. But Daykan’s eyes were red. He supposed that the least troublesome difference was the color of his fur; which was dark grey. Majority of werewolves were black, brown, ginger and red. Being a grey werewolf was really rare. At least it was something he had gotten from his Dad. After changing for the first time, he had heard whispers that he was a shade of grey just like his father had been.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

Yes, I tell her Grimm is loving the idea of coming out to play, but just as long as Ebony comes out too, to join him. Who do you think is the one that is asking? I'm already here, says Ebony. I look again and sure enough, it is Ebony. I sometimes tend to get their eye color confused. Sandy's eyes are a deep chocolate brown, while Ebony's are more of a light to medium brown with gold flecks in them. It would be nice to have our wolves take over while Sandy and I take a break. We have been going at it for at least two hours now. I'm sure that your wolf and my wolf are loving this right now I tell her. Yup, they sure are just look at them go.