Harry Potter Jean Grey Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

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

I was sitting alone in my seat. " You are right. She's beautiful, Harry. " Third person said. He was tall, with dark hair like blue-eyed, but his eyes were green, muscular but lean than them. I would call him the younger one. I looked back at him. He was looking at me with his blue eyes. Blue-eyed, his name is Harry. " Keep your filthy mouth shut, you both. " Jack was annoyed, hearing it. He sat again next to them. Harry glared at him but didn't say a word. It was confusing what their relationship was. I should think about how to get away from their paw, not this. I pushed these fantasy questions away and stared out of my window.

she said. "I am not hungry," I muttered. She smiled and reached for my arm again. "Perhaps I can find something to improve your appetite." I looked at her hand on my arm and looked back at my goblet. "Perhaps not." She withdrew her hand. Across the table, Jean sat beside Agora with her hands in her lap and her eyes on her plate. He leaned close to her ear, but I couldn’t hear what he said, and she nodded once without looking, while his hand moved beneath the table. She went still.

I giggle at the contact. “Alright, alright. I need to get back to the castle. Want to give me a lift? I’m too lazy to shift and I quite like the clothes I’m wearing.” Probably the only downside of shifting was losing nice clothes and right now it was a blush pink top and light washed jeans. Dash gave a nod and just as I was moving to get on top of his back, Gray appeared out of nowhere. The two looked at each other for a split second and I could tell what had gone down in their mindlink the second Gray turned to me and his striking light blue eyes pierced into mine.

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."