Grey Prince Zote Novels & Stories

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

She said almost in a whisper. I focused on the mansion, once again as we sauntered into the compound. "I'm saying, if we don't act fast, things might get out of hand." My lips pursed as a thought struck. "We might lose Green." She went dead silent as we entered the building, trailing on the pathway leading to a room. My heart skipped a beat as we stopped before the door but regardless, I still turned the door knob. We were instantly welcomed with warm air and quietness. As we stepped into the room, there he was, Zeus' body. Laid on a stretcher in the center of the room. There were several used and unused ingredients with small tools laced on the table at the corners of the room.

Ash covers the few remaining flowers, turning them a uniform gray and lifeless. And there, in the middle of the desolation, someone sits hunched over, his massive frame radiating defeat. Zeke. “Zeke!” I scream, sliding frantically down the steep slope, heedless of the ash staining my clothes. He looks up slowly. And my heart stops in my chest. His beautiful green eyes are pitch black. He’s weeping something dark and viscous...blood or oil, I can’t tell. His hands are tangled deeply in his hair, pulling violently, red strands coming loose with every desperate motion.

She removed the hood, revealing cascading black hair and nearly gray eyes. “Hello to you too, Ignis,” Zora said. My admiring eyes fixed on Ignis, a Peeira, for the first time before me. Ignis stared at Zora with a serious expression and said, “You know how much Alpha Garnet despises delays.” Zora responded with a tranquil smile. “We thought it's best to rest a bit before coming straight here. But as soon as I felt you had already informed my father, we rushed over.” Ignis turned her gaze to me, and Zora made the proper introductions. She shot a look at me, and I stared at her with admiration as it was the first time I had seen a Peeira in person.

Kenzie found it with a few keystrokes. “Yes, she is. Lenora was a direct descendent of Ezthamus Hecatheem, the second born daughter of the original witch family. Kenzie certainly is part-witch, making her a hybrid just like me. Those lilac eyes of hers that you all told her was a side effect of the poison showed that her magic was a witch’s magic instead your kind.” Zane looked at Kenzie carefully, and I could tell that he truly had not realized. “She kept that from me.”

"And besides, you’re the perfect person for this job. You can easily walk up to him and pretend you’re sorry. Act a little dramatic while apologizing. Make it look real—beg for his forgiveness, act like you regret the way you’ve treated him. Just follow my instructions exactly, and boom! Once you tap him on the back with the powdered hand, leave the rest to the demons." Bright flinched immediately. "Ah! Demons?" His face twisted in fear. Kunle rolled his eyes. "Listen to me carefully," he said in a low, serious tone. "My grandfather was the chief priest of Oshun, the water goddess. Swimming runs in our blood—we move through water like fish. But this powder… this is something different. This

I said, as I slammed my fist into the 'Total Purge' button on the console. As Dante walks toward the Obsidian Throne, he turns back to look at the blind, betrayed Zora. His obsidian eyes are gone—they are the same white-gold as the King’s. "It was always a transaction, Zora," Dante whispers, as the Council guards surround her. "I just didn't tell you who was buying.”

“He’s sending you to your death! We lost half our men just getting here! How are we supposed to survive? No food, no water, no money! And you… your face.” Zic looked at the man he called the Fourth Prince. His skin was as pale and flawless as fresh milk. Even though he was dressed in coarse, torn clothes, he seemed to glow. His face was all sharp angles and a perfectly set jawline. His long hair was tied in a ponytail, showcasing a perfect forehead, a straight nose, and lips as red as blood. But the most captivating thing was his eyes… a deep blue that was just charming. He was breathtaking.