Grey Ones Novels & Stories

I refuse to carry the fucking thing that way and place it on a belt attachment I carry for just this reason. Alphonso is sitting behind the glass at the first entrance and I give him a wave. He speaks on his radio and I’m immediately buzzed through the heavy door, wait for it to close, and hear the buzz of the second door. Gray is the color scheme of choice throughout the entire building—every wall, every door, every counter. You would think they’d use baby-shit yellow to accent the smell.

There is definitely something wrong with him. "Bed?" "Separately," I add, narrowing my eyes. Silence stretches between us. My heart is beating beyond anything healthy, as I try not to think about what my mate might commit to. Suddenly, Grayson raises his hand up. "I wear this." It's a ring. Similar to Jaspers, but lighter...Newer. It glints under the light menacingly. Just the sight of it has my hands quivering at my side. "It stops me from going crazy," Grayson tells me. He looks so sincere it's terrifying.

“You should take this one. The quality is pretty good, and it’s easy to use.” “Okay.” A grin spreads over his face, then he asks, “What color do you want?” “Ah…what do I get to choose from?” “Lime, silver, violet, and graphite.” My eyebrows draw together. “What’s graphite?” Tiny lets out an amused chuckle. “It’s a dark grayish color.” “Uhm…” I nibble on my bottom lip while I think about which one I should choose, then say, “I’ll take the violet one.”

" I point at the 2 insect in front of me minding their own business. Grey Grey slowly crouch beside me and stare at Mr and Mrs. Jones. "Are they friends with Mr. And Mrs. Smith?" He ask. I furrow my eyebrow. "Uh no. Grey Grey they live in a different place how will they know each other." I explain to Greyson slowly so he can understand my point. He sometimes can not get my logic. I thought he was smart. Grey Grey smiles making his dimples appear and shook his head. "You're right precious."

He mused jokingly at the receiving end before the call ended on a beeping tone. Richard Grey, a billionaire and the CEO of GREYSONS COMPANY LTD, a manufacturing company in New York. Additionally, a best friend and business partner to Mr. Jones Asher. As Mr. Jones stood upright in front of a mini bar at the left corner of his rusty bungalow, his face was embraced by anger. He took a glass cup and a bottle of French wine, poured some into the cup, took a sip, and let out his deep thoughts into the empty air.

"I want the man who broke my heart to be the one who tries to fix it. I want you to stop talking about the past and show me that you're actually here." A dark, hungry grin spread across Stiles’s face. "You’ve grown some teeth, Grey. I like it. I like it a lot.” “Want to see what this Grey can do?” A dark, hungry look crossed his face, his pupils dilating until his eyes were almost entirely black. "Show me."

Centuries of accumulated knowledge, arranged on shelves that rose until they vanished into the darkness above. And in the center, seated in a wooden chair before a table covered in documents—the Vampire King. He didn’t look like much. Thin, dark-haired, features that would’ve been forgettable on any human street. Until he lifted his eyes. Gray. Not the gray of ancient vampires. Not the black of the newly turned. A gray Soren had seen only once before—in the eye of a hurricane, when he was young and stupid. The gray of something that no longer needs to prove what it can destroy.

Kaelen commanded. The Shadow-Guards fanned out, their shields overlapping. From the alleyways, the Grey-Walkers drifted out in silence. They didn't use swords; they lunged with fingers that looked like sharpened quills. I watched in horror as a Shadow-Guard to my left was touched by a Grey-Walker’s shroud. He didn't bleed. He simply turned grey. His armor, his horse, and his face faded into a dull, charcoal sketch before dissolving into a pile of fine ash.

Itching to just get in the damn lift but he’s driving me crazy with this. ‘Do what?’ I blink at him, infuriated and ready to drag his arse in there as he stands his ground, eyes on me again, boring intensely into mine. They are back to the almost colourless hue he has most of the time; Rimmed with the darkest grey border that sometimes gives them the look of a wolf or a husky. Weird for a human but it only ever added to his appeal. Alexi has eyes that look like they belong on a vampire or a soulless being.

_*]:min-w-0"> Kyle turns before I reach him. _*]:min-w-0" His eyes find mine in the darkness. Gray. Always gray. Gray like the river, gray like the October sky, gray like something that refuses to be pinned down. The cigarette glows between his fingers—a small ember in all that black. _*]:min-w-0"> He moves. _*]:min-w-0">