Greystone Ridge Novels & Stories

And there it was—that same structure—the stone walls and the same archway visible enough behind my father and this unidentified man. I leaned forward, and my wolf stirred uneasily under my skin. ‘That's it.’ For seconds, neither of us spoke, because the answer wasn't exactly what we expected. It wasn't located within Shadowmoon territory even though this man has something related to that place. Damn it! The building wasn't related to Ridgewood either, it just stood on one neutral land. Like on an old alliance estate that once served as where packs meet decades ago. My eyes slowly moved across the article—Silvercrest, Blackthorn, Ridgewood, Hollowgem, Bridgebrack, Shadowmoon, and several othe

I just gripped the steering wheel and asked, "Where are you?" "Emerald Estates near Santa Monica Canyon," Gillian's voice sounded drained. "It's that top-tier private project at the foot of the Malibu ridge. I've been out here since early morning with my aunt looking at houses. This place is so big you could race horses in it; my legs are literally giving out." "Got it. I'm on my way." I adjusted the GPS, cutting across the mountain roads toward Malibu. That area was the holy grail for L.A. power players and high-ranking werewolves; every square inch of sod came with a massive price tag.

No more. Today, I was reclaiming what was rightfully mine. --- Moonstone Ridge looked exactly as I remembered it – a gentle slope overlooking the eastern edge of Thornwolf Pack territory, with a sprawling villa nestled among ancient oak trees. My parents had loved this place. I had scattered memories of running through those trees as a pup, my father's laughter echoing behind me. After their deaths, my aunt and uncle had claimed the property, citing distant family rights. They'd sent me to the pack orphanage while they enjoyed the home my parents had built.

Riley's POV The charity auction was in full swing when Victoria made her move. She'd been circling us all evening like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to strike. "Ladies and gentlemen," the auctioneer announced, "our next item is a week at the Graham Estate in the Hamptons, generously donated by Brett Graham himself." The crowd murmured with interest. The Graham Estate was legendary—two hundred acres of pristine beachfront property that had never been photographed for magazines. "Bidding starts at fifty thousand."

it had become a cold monument to corporate greed. Tonight, the lights in the lobby didn’t pulse with Blackwood security codes. They glowed with the warm, steady amber of the Vermon-Sovereign Fund. I leaned against the glass railing, the city of our nightmares stretched out below us like a carpet of diamonds. From this height, the Aethelgard Estate was just a dark, scarred patch of land on the horizon—a grave for a monster. The Gilded Grove was a flickering dot in the distance, its power neutralized by the lawsuits and the sunlight we had brought to its darkest corners.

Chloe's parents, Carrie, and Scott were stupefied. 'What the f*ck is going on!? That loser just said something, but he resolved the issue. Why did Mr. Fisher do Logan the favor? He's just a poor student from Ridgeview University!' "Mr. Pearce, please take a seat. These are the details of the two apartment buildings I chose for you. Their exact locations are near the Church Of Grace in Pint Cross. I guess that you can buy them for $89,000,000…"

~Nate’s Point of View~ I really don’t know how the hell Ridge went to so many of these parties for all those years, what a drag. You had so much build up, anticipation and hope … and always got nothing but let down. I had such intense sexual urges, and like Ridge … I took the position that I would not have sex with any she-wolves in our own pack. I wouldn’t do that to my mate.

When Vera returned to Stoneridge after more than three hundred years, it no longer looked the same as it did before. While Ensel Bay was still there, centuries of development had changed its appearance significantly compared to three hundred years ago. Standing on the bustling streets of Stoneridge, Vera couldn't match the memories in her mind with the current scene. Fortunately, the changes in the mountains weren't significant. Despite some peaks being partially mined, the overall landscape remained relatively unchanged. After Vera identified it, she determined that her father's grave was located northeast of the current Stoneridge town, behind the first partially mined peak and the mountai

I drag myself lazily out of the tiny bed we both share and head to the bathroom to clean up my face. It has been months since we graduated and getting up early is always my nightmare. After about twenty minutes of Elsa pushing me around, we head to work. The foragers' meeting hall which is what we decided to call the training Grounds is located in the farm reserve area of the compound, since we work closely together. On our way we pass the farmers trying to save the little crops we have left on the other side of the cattle gates. The situation is really getting bad, the crops do not look healthy due to lack of water and faint sun, all due to the effects of the bombs that fell years ago.

Sean pulled up to a Brownstown on the outskirts of Lincoln Park near Park West. The home was a Queen Anee’s greystone. There was a small courtyard surrounded by greenery and shrubs which were mostly covered in snowfall. In the center of the courtyard was an elegant bronze fountain. Brayden led Meredith past the stone bench seating in the stone plaza courtyard up the steps to a small porch. He paused and turned to Meredith and gave her the most simple yet passionate kiss he had to date. It was full of meaning. He pulled back and looked intently into her eyes.