Grey Prince Zote Novels & Stories

“When you know how to use your powers, you won’t need dye.” Eva wasn’t sure what he meant. She just stared blankly. Zeiran pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “You can change how people see you” he explained. Zeiran demonstrated, changing his for. His long, white hair turned blonde and became shorter, brushing his shoulders slightly. His deep blue eyes flashed for a moment and what was left were two mesmerizing pools of molten gold. He flashed a bright smile and for Eva could’ve sworn heaven descended at that moment. He pulled her by her waist to him and Eva could muster the strength to resist, lost in his eyes.

She tapped a few buttons, and from where she was, she could clearly see the live feed from one of the drone cameras she’d authorized. The "Sacred Grove." To the wolves, it was where their ancestors’ spirits supposedly hummed in the roots of the ancient cedars. To her, it was six hundred acres of prime timber and untapped geothermal energy that Roman had been too "traditional" to monetize. From her screen, she saw everything perfectly well. Six massive, yellow D11 bulldozers had their engines kicking up plumes of black soot that stained the morning air. They were lined up at the edge of the forest like a row of teeth ready to devour.

The bird stilled too, like even poultry respected him. “Yes, Papi?” “Put the chicken down.” Ash blinked. “But—” “Now.” The camera dipped. The ceiling appeared, followed by chaos: tiny footsteps, half-hearted complaints, Krystal sounding like she was one minor inconvenience away from relocating to another galaxy. Zoe popped into frame again, her face pressed close. “Uncle Zane,” she whispered like they were plotting espionage. “This chicken’s name is Glitter.” “I’m thrilled,” Zane answered, flat as marble. “Put Glitter down before Glitter bites you.”

Making my way into my room and shutting the door, I put my stuff down and grabbed a towel out of my closet, hoping an intense shower would help relieve some of my stress. After turning on the hot water, I let the water flow over me. I couldn’t stop thinking of Z’s eyes turning purple. I had never seen eyes like that before, and I had come in contact with many shifters, who had green eyes or blue, even some with gold or brown, but never violet. She wasn’t a shifter; I assumed. She must be powerful, something else. She would have to be taken out of the picture.

Evie laughs. I giggle. “I love Zac dearly, but that colour ... awesome ... It's pretty but not for a wedding, too bright. I prefer more muted colours”. ‘It would so clash with my fur’. Zyka moans. “I didn’t even know there was a colour called awesome, I mean that is kinda awesome but ...”. She goes quiet and her eyes blow wide. “Oh hello handsome ... who is that ?”

Grey's messy hair. “Mr. Grey? Our client here said that these pills are Heavenly Gold Grape Pills, can you check if it's real or not?” The shop attendant was confused by his constant questions, however, he still needs to inform him why he called Mr. Grey. Mr. Grey's smile became wider. “Uh-huh! Yes! This is the legendary Heavenly Gold Grape Pills! I could smell the Green Gold Grape in these pills.” He delightedly said as he looked at Soheila. “Dear Client, are you the contractor of the Gigantic Firebird that took the Green Gold Grape a year ago? Or are you the disciple of the Gigantic Firebird's Master?” He asked again and again.

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

Grey replied with a grin. Zyrielle Grey De Elleonor, or simply Grey, was the most handsome among their group. The youngest of three siblings, he was the son of a businessman and a famous actress. Grey possessed a face that could rival myths, with gentle eyes, a perfectly shaped nose, and slightly rosy lips that caught attention wherever he went. Blue held the middle part of his body. “Damn. Just her name already makes my butt tingle. When is it? Now? Should we cut class?”

He just had to have an open mind. "Your Majesty!" Princess Rose exclaimed, being the first one to notice him. Prince Ron turned, and his beautiful eyes sparkled with pleasant surprise. Cloaked in rich, dark robes intricately adorned with golden flaming dragon motifs, Zedekiel stood in front of him, emanating both authority and grace. Atop his head, a majestic silver crown adorned with a sizable purple gem rested amidst his flowing silver locks. His unwavering gaze, tinted in violet hues, remained fixated on Prince Ron. They made Prince Ron shiver slightly. He felt like he was the only one in his beloved's eyes and he loved the feeling.

Graycort the same thing. When I opened the Graycorts’ front door, I was startled to see Kamron on his way out. “Hi.” Ugh. Now I’m being an idiot and awkward. “Save me!” He whispered. He looked behind him, then he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the side of the house. “Who am I saving you from?” I asked when we stopped. He peeked around the corner, and I took in his appearance. His hair was more tousled than usual, and I swear I saw a purple feather sticking to his shirt.