Greystone Ridge Novels & Stories

I replied with a roll of my eyes. Alpha Cadell held a ball in his very fancy, and extremely huge, mansion. He said it was a celebration for his arrival at the new town. I was sure it wasn't only that. "Just keep your manners. We will be in and out before you even know it." Morgana stressed, and nodded her head at some woman with a winged face mask. Did I mention that this is a masquerade? We live in Midwick, Virginia. A very small and very beautiful town, which one would feel was built right in the middle of the woods.

It’s been a week since Angela moved into the Greystone estate and everything has gone very well. I was both amazed and proud at how she responded to me in the bathroom. Up to that point, I had been worried about how she might respond to that side of me due to her past.

The bow was a shining silver the shape is like the crescent moon in the night sky. “I see you find it familiar.” With Christine mumbling a spell, the bow fell into Azrael’s arms. She touched it and felt the familiarity of the object. She felt tears forming on the side of her eyes. She thought that it was the only visible thing she could hold that reminds her of the Crimson Crest pack. The forbidden weapon that was said to have been given by the moon goddess. Azrael stopped her trail of thoughts and looked at Christine. Does this mean… “Yes Luna. The moon goddess entrusted the ancestors of the Crimson Crest pack with the Crescent Bow. No one knew why she did that but now, I think I know why.”

I smiled back. Why can’t I think around him? I’m such an idiot sometimes. “What’s this land for over here,” Creed asked as he saw the empty space on the edge of our community. “It’s something I wanted to talk to you about,” I smiled. “I love Green Ridge, and now that I’ve spent some time away, I can’t see myself ever living anywhere else. I was hoping you would agree with me that it’s the perfect spot for a dragon and magical wolf/dragon princess’s home.”

Blackwood Ridge rose out of the forest like a tombstone. It was a massive hunting lodge built from dark timber and stone, perched on a sheer cliff overlooking the valley. It had only one approach: a narrow, winding road that was currently covered in ice and lined with Iron Hounds. We crouched in the tree line, five hundred yards from the main gate. The army of freed wolves, Ashren’s Silver Creek warriors, and Gregor’s Green Valley troops waited in the shadows. They were silent, grim, and ready to die.

The silence stretched long enough that I thought the call had dropped. "There may be," Mr. Creighton said finally. "But it would require calling in some favors. Making this a priority case. It's highly irregular." "Can you do it?" "I can try. But I'll need you to come to the office today. There are papers to sign, arrangements to make. Can you be here by nine?" I looked at the clock. That gave me just over two hours. "I'll be there." *** The law offices of Greystone & Associates took up the entire forty-seventh floor of a downtown high-rise. I'd been here twice before—once when Julian and I signed our wills, and again when I first came to start the erasure process.

"Then, wherever Mommy goes, bring me too, okay? I promise I’ll be super good!" My heart turned to mush. I scooped him up and kissed him twice, hard. "Okay. Mommy promises—you’ll go wherever I go." — Three days later, the Alpha of Silverglade Pack, Horace Greystone, threw our family a grand welcome feast. Silverglade was a small, subordinate pack to Black Rose. Horace had spent heavily, offering us rare pelts and riches, to trade for even a modest piece of land from Black Rose. This land merger meant everything to them. They even stationed a formal welcoming party outside the pack hall. Leading that team was none other than Aiden, the pack’s top warrior.

New name, new branding, new everything. We held our celebration party in Leo's bakery. Turned the little shop that usually smelled of buttercream and coffee into a hot pot joint. Pots bubbled on portable burners. Steam and spice filled the air. It felt like New Year's. That damn tablet of his was still playing the same annoying news channel. A headline scrolled across the screen in bright red letters: Crisis hits rising corporate star. Greystone Corp President Damon Greystone resigns. Declares bankruptcy and restructuring.

Fuck. “What?” I squeak. “We are taking the sto9nes away from our fathers. That’s why we have half of them and they have the others. Should explain why you are feeling the effects.” Please stop telling me this. “why would I be feeling this?” “I have a theory and it will explain everything, but then the only one who might know and figure out all of this doesn’t live in Ridgewood.” “Who?” “my grandmother. She is off somewhere. The last time we were talking, she was in Oregon visiting, I am not sure where she is right now.”

Me dating my brother's girlfriend is a magnet for judgmental looks. The trucks in front of us come to a stop and so do the ones that walked. I think we're here. We just have to wait for the signal. The signal appears, a red light. Chloe and I immediately get out of the car and we join the others. We leave our vehicles in the woods and we head over to Triton Manor. An abandoned cookie-making factory. I hear Chloe tell her mom to stay close to her. My parents are upfront and they don't need my protection. They're skilled warriors. My dad taught me and Nathan everything we need to know. I barely use my werewolf abilities to do anything but tonight is gonna change. We don't wait for a leader to