Harry Potter Grey Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I want the man who broke my heart to be the one who tries to fix it. I want you to stop talking about the past and show me that you're actually here." A dark, hungry grin spread across Stiles’s face. "You’ve grown some teeth, Grey. I like it. I like it a lot.” “Want to see what this Grey can do?” A dark, hungry look crossed his face, his pupils dilating until his eyes were almost entirely black. "Show me."

Once again, when Grey touched her arm, Keyara widened her eyes in astonishment. Grey couldn't control himself. How could he when there was someone whose facial expression resembled Keyara's when she blushed? Although Grey tried to convince himself that the woman was different and not his deceased wife, his heart rebelled and seemed trapped in the illusion that she was his Keyara. The girl, wearing glasses, with long brown hair and a different scent, was not Keyara. Still, Grey couldn't deceive himself that his heart was pounding uneasily, and his eyes couldn't look away from her figure.

I can feel my fingers and toes twitching as she moves her mouth down to my flacid member trying to get it to stand to attention. Finally, I am able to move my arms and I reach down and pull her off my member but it causes her to fall onto my chest. I hear a loud snarl from the doorway and I crane my neck to see who it is. Grey. His eyes are shimmering as he fights his wolf for control. I'm sure this looks bad, but it's not what it seems. He turns on his heals and storms out of the room. My legs still feel like they have pins and needles in them, but I force them to stand, dumping Magenta onto her ass on the floor with a thump.

The creature’s breathing was shallow, its body trembling with pain. Her fingers brushed against its fur, and she was taken aback by the spark of recognition. Her wrist-mark flared to life under her sleeve, a sharp, searing heat running down her arm. The wolf’s body twitched in response. She looked down at her own hand, the mark glowing faintly. **No.** It was impossible. The mark of the Greykin. It had not burned this fiercely in years. The wolf’s chest rose and fell in strained breaths, and Lia’s mind raced. She couldn’t leave him here. Not like this.

he says, his voice deadly calm. So I do. I tell him about Yara following the person to my locker, about the limping figure she saw. I describe Charlie's behavior in the hallway—the way he knew exactly what I was going to ask, the creepy comments about watching me, the cold touch of his hand on my wrist. With each detail, Gray grows more still. More dangerous. His veins stand out against his forearms, and I can see the effort it's taking him not to storm out of here right now.

She looked beautiful and innocent. Grey had stopped to admire her and chuckled at her innocence and childish behavior, he was about to leave as he had other things to do when he felt a tug at his heart, his heart raced fast and he perspired heavily. His wolf began to howl in his head and it wasn't for pain but excitement. He suddenly got attracted to the girl and had to control the urge to pounce on her and just mark her right there.

Ruby stood up before storming off to the bathroom. "she's great fun" Riley scoffed. We began people watching, it was strange when all 50 girls got together... it became real.. real what we were 'competing' for... You could tell who cared, some girls sat with their eyes glued to the door. Others chatted absently... The door behind us opened, the light filling the dim room. Grey entered, wearing a dark grey shirt the the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and perfectly ironed trousers. His tousled hair was styled perfectly.

Her lips moved with two silent words: I’m sorry. The next couple of seconds seemed to happen in slow motion as dread pooled around my heart. Claire closed her eyes, her wand slipped from her fingers to the ground. I screamed, “NO!” The sound pierced the morning summer air. In a flash, Grey was on her, pinning her down. His bulky form pressed her smaller body into the grass. He hissed and growled, face-to-face with the woman he loathed, who was unarmed and completely at his mercy. He raised one hand, ready to end her life with a single spell. And she wasn’t fighting back. Claire lay unmoving, unresisting under him as if she were already dead.

The effect they had on my heart, however, was another story completely. "I thought about a change of scenery." I was fried. Trying to evade Spinner's odd behaviors and Henry's political adjustments had me spun impossibly tight. Not to mention school and the trauma that managed to come between the moments of peaceful, and erotic, dreams of Grey. My hand came down hard and fast on the table as I didn't care to correct my behavior. It would be enough to be berated by Henry, but Grey seemed almost pleased with it. "Tell me. One thing real and I'll do the same." I bartered as he nodded. Drawing his thumb along his plump bottom lip, he took my attention long enough to keep from casting a look of i

Grey had to ask himself, is this what Theo experienced with Aubrianne's mother? Goddess, how he understood the desire now, the appeal, the attraction, their formidable attitude, and feistiness. He could easily see how Theo had fallen for his alluring witch. F*ck, was he falling? Absolutely not. It was too soon, for f*cks sake! Mr. Grey refused to believe he was that gone, but as he glanced down at her innocent sleeping form, his heart clenched in his chest. And his body vibrated as he breathed her in. He gripped Jada closely and held on to her possessively.