Grey Prince Zote Novels & Stories

He had unsheathed his sword but Poison sighed, “Today I'm not in the mood to fight. Mortals are so troublesome. They only know how to fight, fight without really facing any consequences.” “I'm not here to listen to your lame jokes, Where is the purple haired monster?!” Poison cackled, “Monster?” “So are you. But she's worse. She killed the real saintess of Lagsu and took on her identity, then she killed the chief of my clan! I'm going to find her and seek revenge!” “Fine. I'll tell you who she is and where you can find her.” “Her name is Yak Ann Sinora, the second princess of Thestryn but she is popularly known as Violet because of her eyes and hair colored.”

My eyes are glued shut thanks to the mixture of tears and chlorine so I don't know exactly who pulled me out but the faint jumble of voices tells me that I am still alive. I feel painful compressions on my chest and I turn over to cough out the water, throwing up in the process. I have never been more humiliated, the pool should have killed me when it had the chance. I force my eyes open and see Hestia breath a sigh of relief, tears of her own leaving streaks on her cheeks. She takes me into her arms, "My God, Violet, I'm so glad you're okay." "You're," My voice croaks, "You're glad I'm okay?"

Zane’s entire body arched off the stone floor. A choked, violent gasp tore from his throat. The black, poisoned lines rapidly receded, turning from pitch black to gray, and then disappearing entirely as the baby’s unique bloodline siphoned the silver out of his system and neutralized it. The gold light faded, and Zane collapsed back down, his chest rising and falling in deep, frantic gulps of air. His eyes snapped open, the pupils flashing a bright, healthy blue before settling back to normal. He looked up at me, completely dazed, his hand automatically reaching up to steady the baby resting on his chest.

Caleb stood up and shook Zaine’s hand, “yes Beta Zaine, fabulous morning. What can I do for you?” “I don’t need anything besides Ms. Astor.” Zaine said smiling, all business now it seems. He looked from Caleb to me, “please Ms. Astor, get in.” He opened the rear door where I could just barely see Alpha Azai seated behind the driver in a light grey suit and navy button up. His dark brown hair that was 3 or 4 inches long had been styled back messily, showing off some of the natural honey highlights in his hair.

as a claim. “You’ve restored me.” The ground split behind us. not wide. but deep. a fracture running through the ridge. glowing faintly beneath the surface. not silver. not red. that same impossible color. Alive. Waiting. And zayden—or what was inside him—turned his head slowly toward it. like it was calling him home.

I flew slowly because even though the sword is light, it still adds weight to my baggage. A little more and I found a village on sight. A village near the ocean. I landed near a small forest to hide. But as I landed, a man saw me. I looked at him look at me. I was scanning his entire being and when my eyes landed on his, it felt like I was teleported into the deepest part of the ocean. Is this him? Zale? "You are a fire elemental, must be from the Grymkin's forest." He stated. If I wasn't able to use such as elemental wings, I would get here much later.

After Zeke bid 1.1 billion, Graham felt that he should raise the bar too, otherwise, he would lose this precious chance to obtain the Rejuvenating Pill. Thus, he gritted his teeth and said, “Since Mr. White has already bid 1.1 billion, I offer 1.2 billion.”

Her fingers trembled as they brushed the choker again. I fastened it around her neck with slow, deliberate movements. It fit perfectly — elegant, discreet, and deadly. The thin band of leather sat snug against her throat, the silver engraving **Grey’s Velvet** catching the low light. One wrong move, one attempt to run too far from the designated safe zone, and it would deliver a controlled but painful electric shock — enough to remind her who she belonged to without causing permanent harm.

"Wow. How old are you?" "I'm eighteen." I replied. "I should have known." He murmured, and I turned on the horse to look at him. "What do you mean, you should have known?" I asked. He looked down at me, and our eyes met. Our eyes had met several times in this very long night, but this time it was stronger, more synergic than other times. His electric blue eyes seemed to capture my stormy grey ones and hold on to it, and I could feel myself almost melting in his gaze.

"Ha ha…" Prince Auten's expression was nothing but at ease as he said slowly, "I'm not mortal. Why is it so big of a shock that I have magic powers?" Seeing him beat around the bush angered Zeke, and he did not waste any words before saying, "Take this, you pretentious bastard." To tell the truth, Zeke was still one of the Four Profound Heavenly Generals despite being heavily wounded at the moment, and Prince Auten had not rebuilt his fairy soul yet. He only had whatever powers he had in him to get him by, and was no match for Zeke.