Harry Potter Jean Grey Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Grayson replied, “My apologies, but the president’s whereabouts are secret information.” Jean stared at the empty office. “I can probably guess without you telling me. Jay’s not in Grand Asia anymore, is he?” Grayson remained silent. Jean’s expression immediately shifted into something sinister. “Get out of my way, okay, Grayson?” Grayson remained unfazed. Jean raised a fist. “Imagine if I missed and hit you instead.” “You’re welcome to try, Master Jean.” In the blink of an eye, Jean’s fist soared to his target as if he was driven by lightning.

She asked. “Yes.” “Her eyes used to be blue, and now they are gray. I think she is going to be some sort of super vampire once we change her. I know the Spell Blades fear her, that is why they want to kill her. Their master Yuno sent Gage and Kills after her.”

A misunderstanding could happen and that was the last thing I had ever wanted. "Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

Grey replied with a grin. Zyrielle Grey De Elleonor, or simply Grey, was the most handsome among their group. The youngest of three siblings, he was the son of a businessman and a famous actress. Grey possessed a face that could rival myths, with gentle eyes, a perfectly shaped nose, and slightly rosy lips that caught attention wherever he went. Blue held the middle part of his body. “Damn. Just her name already makes my butt tingle. When is it? Now? Should we cut class?”

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

Every word from his mouth, every glance he cast her way, felt like a reminder of everything that had been lost. But she couldn’t ignore him. The Heart of the Greykin. The very name twisted in her gut. If it truly existed, it was the one thing that could change everything. If they could find it, perhaps the curse on her people could finally be broken. Perhaps her kind could stand again, no longer hunted like animals, no longer forced into the shadows. Still, she didn’t trust him. Cassian, for his part, said little on the journey. He was clearly still recovering from the injury she’d treated in the cave, though he refused to acknowledge his pain. His focus was always on the path ahead, as thou

As she watched Milli with her best friend and his boyfriend, she knew she would have to put the fear of everything Rowling into them. For the next week, Jean was Milli’s constant companion and her years of working for the family of devils gave her unique insight into how they thought and worked. Jean planned for things Milli never could have imagined. Jean was thrilled at the idea of Milli disappearing into the Colorado Rockies to live in a town she never heard of with an elderly aunt who never carried the Haywood name.

I said, “and we love you enough not to disrespect your wishes.” Mrs. Graycort’s eyes began to swim with tears. Unlike her husband and children, her eyes were a bright green. “Rose, you are now officially my daughter. Even if you never marry into the family, you will always have me as your second mother.” Kamron and I both choked on our coffee when she said, “marry into the family.”

If that wasn’t a claim, I don’t know what was. “Alpha,” Cecily greeted after taking a minute to reboot her brain, even as the two other girls looked flustered and bowed in respect. The best part of it all was that Grey ignored them. “If we leave now we can still make it for dinner,” he said, taking me into his arms and nuzzling my neck. His eyes flashed and I saw his wolf beneath the surface, begging me to use him against anyone who made me cry. “I’m hungry,” I said, and he nodded and took my hand. As we were about to leave, I turned to Cecily. “Stay away from me or else I’ll really kill you. This is a friendly warning.” Grey found this amusing.

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."