Greystone Ridge Novels & Stories

When she saw what was written inside, she exclaimed, "Oh my God!" The others turned to look, and Vermont asked, "What's got you so excited, babe?" Felicity held the keys, struggling to find her words. "Wilfred and Edith gifted you an estate!" Vermont quickly took the document and flipped through several pages. "Oh my God!!!" He yelled. "It's a mansion at Graceful Green Shore in Royalburgh! The average price for villas there is over a hundred million dollars!" Stella was too stunned to speak.

It didn't bother Heather. "It's alright. Just drop Anne off with me if you're busy during the day." Felicia gave a nod. Anthony headed directly to the branch office in Northwick. "Get Anne settled first, then come over. "Alright, I'll do it. Anne and Felicia climbed into Max's vehicle. Anne couldn't go with Heather and Yara quite yet since they had some things to do. One of the top three upscale communities in Northwick was Crestwood Estates. The view was breathtaking, with rivers and hills all around.

The long line of black vans drove through the road crossing the vast forest area that surrounded Greystone Mountain, a perfect place for wolves to hunt… or set up their battles while keeping their existence hidden from the human eye. Greystoneville had been built, starting at the foot of the mountain and climbing uphill. The lower parts, further away from the woods, were mostly inhabited by humans and low-ranked wolves. The upper districts belonged to those who contributed to the pack or brought my father money. Then, finally, Randall D'Apolito's mansion spread across the town's highest hill, surrounded by the woods. This was our main target. Draven's Moon Hill warriors were going to attack

At least from Rosalie's perspective, the trip to the Greystone Estate was completely uneventful. She refused to make eye contact with Alex, who was sitting right beside her in the black limo, and she kept her hands folded in her lap the entire time. They were by themselves. She was completely at a loss for words. Everything seemed so unbelievable.

"I want to own a property in Ridgecrest Estate. My heart stopped. "Ridgecrest? Agatha, that’s ancestral land. It’s worth at least a million dollars, and that's just the dirt. But you know the laws. The Pack Council... they don't allow women to hold titles to border land. It’s a security measure."

Travis closed his eyes, relaxing his furrowed brow, and casually replied, "The contract hasn't been signed yet, but I've already verbally terminated it." The old man nodded silently, organizing the documents in his hand. As the car left the main urban area of Bloomington, it drove toward the foot of the Green Hills. Green Hills got its name from the green mountains surrounding it. With three sides embraced by water and one side surrounded by mountains, it was an excellent geomantic treasure land. Despite being a relatively unknown small town, Green Hills boasted the most famous wealthy estate community in the country, One Green Hills Manor. Those who could reside in One Green Hills Manor pra

One could easily tell that she was excited. Greybridge had narrow cobblestone streets curved through rows of brick and timber buildings, their facades worn by time but still full of character. The mountains loomed in the distance, their white peaks glittering beneath the afternoon sun. People were walking and riding bicycles more than cars. They stopped in front of a tall, weathered building with ivy crawling up its stone sides. Faded green shutters framed the windows. At the very top—a small attic window with a crooked ledge.

Lyra's pov The car finally stops after what feels like hours of driving through increasingly dense forest, and when the gates swing open to let us through, all I can do is stare with my mouth hanging open like some country fool who's never seen anything grander than a wooden shack. The Greystone pack house is massive. Not just big—massive, easily five times the size of the Silverpine pack house I grew up in, all dark stone and towering windows that catch the afternoon light and throw it back like thousands of watchful eyes.

was the reply from Avery. “Maingate? What have I gotten myself into?” Fredrick exclaimed. Although Greenville was a beautiful city, Maingate wasn’t a great location for residential areas. It was the outskirts of Greenville, but the deal had already been drawn. He picked up his car key and headed to the garage, he had especially picked a more expensive care for the occasion- Ford B29, the latest edition of Ford Focus.

Next was the dull thud of something hitting the gravel. I took my phone off the mount, closed the live stream, and dialed emergency services. "Greyridge bear zone, Route 318 West. We need an ambulance and wildlife enforcement. Now."