Greyhouse Publishing Novels & Stories

"It’s in the land. The Crescent Estate sits on six thousand acres of 'protected' forest. But three years ago, I re-zoned the western perimeter for 'Sustainable Human Development' under a shell company. I told him it was for tax breaks. He believed me because he thinks humans are too small to dream of anything bigger than a checkbook." I hit the 'Execute' key. "I just sold the development rights to a Northern conglomerate. Your conglomerate, Silas. Tomorrow morning, a fleet of human bulldozers is scheduled to begin clearing the ancient 'Sacred Grove' to make way for a data centre." Silas went still. Even a Northern Alpha knew what the Sacred Grove meant to the Crescent wolves. It was their he

He looks at me, stares at my eyes for a good minute before talking. Going to Mikael's point of view, I stare at Lily's eyes as I saw some flashbacks pop up on my head. But then, I avert my gaze as I started to tell my story. "At that time, BlackJack was not yet created. It was the eight of us, along with Jacob and his friends. We were very interested in mafia and gangs after watching movies, so we decided to roleplay the scene in our fantasy and created Grey Howl with Jacob as our leader. He was always the type that leads people into starting something, and I love that about him. Seeing how he cares for his friend as if we're all one big family. But then I meet a girl who moves to my neighbo

“That’s right, ladies, this is the one and only Bradley Storm. Internationally bestselling author whose newest is in stores now. In fact, if you’ll be around this Saturday, he’s doing a reading and book signing at E. Shaver just off Madison Square.” Now the taller woman trained her attention on Brad as well. “I read about you. You live in this house, right?” “No, not anymore,” Brad said. “My partner and I have a smaller place out on Gordon Street. I just use this one for home tours now.” “The bottom floor is actually a memorial to the slaves buried on this land,” Bias added. The women studied the house and the shorter one said, “So this place is supposed to be majorly haunted, huh?”

I don't care if anyone sees me or if I end up on the news my anger will never let this man go free. "Listen, dude, I didn't come here to play. I came here for answers. Now quit playing and tell me what being a grey wolf means." His smile isn't there anymore, he looks as confused as ever. "I'm not playing with you Chloe, you were born a grey werewolf. Your father was a grey werewolf, you're a grey werewolf. Grey werewolves are more powerful than regular werewolves, grey wolves are also the only breed of werewolves to not be controlled by the moon. You all can turn at will and it won't even hurt." He chuckles. "Y'all are lucky bastards."

It was nice to have someone to talk about his romantic life with –semi pseudo paraplegic romance –even though it wasn't for free. It felt regular and archaic and old and a total cliché when he took his first step towards the man. He expected to feel something new, but it was still the same. From the ground floor elevator to the third floor where Hamilton's office was; the purple orchid that hung to right side of the door; the room thirty seven copper plated office number with Dr H. E. Greenfield boldly inscribed beneath, everything up unto this moment felt too predictable and strangely insipid.

he asks while skewering me with his blue eyes. I look out the window at the fields that make up a small portion of Gray Ranch. They have so much acreage it is easy for enemies to ambush them. They have so many small pups to care for at the moment that they have left themselves vulnerable. Without constant vigilance and routine patrols, an enemy could surprise them easily. The scents from their livestock alone could help camouflage an enemy...

Emilia Clark I sat still, fidgeting nervously as I waited for my interview with Mrs. Grey. I knew little about her, except that she was the Chairwoman of Grey Enterprises, a multi-billion dollar company previously run by her son, Damien Grey. No one had seen or heard from Damien since he was reportedly involved in an accident two years ago.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

Those who goes through the city, as it’s not completely close off, even humans could pass through. Given that status, it became a haven of the supernatural. Most humans in town are clued in too. I’ve seen so far at least five different types of shifters, one troll, a mermaid, two vampires, and I’ve been told there’s a lot more. Apparently, there are stories of a variety of haunted spots too. I’ve never seen anything like this town. Well, I wanted a change, and I got one. A big one. Mr. Gaines told me a bit about the company too—the company, Celia, was apparently named after Eva’s grandmother. He also told me about his wife who is Delta of Blakemore.

Never this real, this solid. We've gotten no solid leads to find the child. Every hospital record from the date the Celester Moon appeared, supposedly November 21st, 2025, turned up empty. It was a dead end, another failure. I drove past a small publishing house one day, the name 'Grace Welsh Press' on the sign, and it hit me like a physical blow. I recalled that she's always wanted to publish her work, to help other indie authors, especially those shamed for writing books with strong, graphic scenes. She believed in telling the truth, no matter how hard it was to read. So I acquired the company for her, in her memory. In her world. It was the only thing I could think to do.