Jiren The Gray Novels & Stories

The other Wardens still stood in attack stances. Graysten disappeared his sword, pushed through his Wardens. "That's the Goddess, you idiots. Step back." I buried the laugh that pulled at the corners of my mouth. He sounded like Tenny when he was trying to train the guys on how to use their magic. I wouldn't be surprised if Graysten started slapping his Wardens upside their heads like Tenny had taken to doing to Asher during their sessions. Nix, Junior, and I all walked through the Wardens.

I was led into the Prince large study once again with Agnes closely behind. Prince was standing in front of five male guards all dressed in their official regalia. I couldn’t hear what he was speaking to them but he stopped and turned to face me once he noticed my presence in the room. His beautiful grey eyes held mine I was left feeling light headed as I continued to walk towards him before he reached out a hand and take mine. “Iris,” Prince said simply before turning to the five male I now recognized to be humans. Humans were built but not as large as the werewolves. They are slightly smaller and their features less aggressive as compared to their shape shifters superiors.

Ren looked at the speaker. It was Jinx. Her avatar was a sleek, cyber-ninja construct. She wore matte-black stealth plating, a hood pulled low over a digital mask that displayed a shifting neon smiley face. Currently, the face was rolling its eyes. Twin monofilament katanas were strapped to her back. "Relax, Jinx," the second figure rumbled. "The man’s got a life." This was Tank.

I dialed Bluebird’s number from the new phone. Jennifer Yang was the most brilliant hacker I knew. She was even better than Jack. She was a silver spoon baby and worked for nobody. We met in college and she did everything for me that I couldn’t do through Jack or didn’t want them to know about. “Hey, Bluebird,” I said when she answered. “Hey Jericho. What do you need?” She was always straight to the point and a no-nonsense type of woman. I smiled.

Grisha shot a mocking grin at Kaira, "Nevertheless, this situation is indeed hilarious… Kiara's Decker, a.k.a. Gray Athena of God's Heritage got shut down by a minor. If this wasn't a party thrown by Immortal Crawlers, this news would have turned into rumors already. Might have burned the entire world into ashes. " "Grisha Fowler. It's better if you wipe that smirk off of your face… or would you prefer I do that for you?" "Oh jeez! Did I just rub salt on the burns…" Grisha's grin grew wider, "I really did not mean to do that...friendo."

Jenni I am back in the clearing. The heat is unbearable, the smell of burning flesh and fur is so intense it is seared into my senses. The screams of agony for help and death are louder still, I can feel my skin start to bubble with pain as it starts to fill with water and puss. The pain is so bad I am screaming and I hope that it isn't coming out to where my family can hear. I don't want them to know that I am in pain, I want to save them from that. I look to the balcony and the figure is still there, but he is not alone. There is a woman, her long blood red hair blowing in the wind, I can smell her wolf, along with something else, and her aura is evil. She looks right at me and smiles, the

His smile widens and accepts it. “You’re too young in this kind of job. You’ll still have many things to learn. Nice to meet you too, Miko. You can call me JD-hyung.” He said as we shake hands. Then he looked at Aikon-hyung. He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.”

"And we see what they want." The two of them moved forward, sticking to the trees and keeping their distance from the group of rebels. As they neared a clearing, Lia spotted them—a group of wolves, their faces weathered and scarred, their eyes sharp with suspicion. They weren’t purebloods. They were Greykin, like her. One of them stepped forward, a woman with silver hair and a black cloak that blended seamlessly into the shadows. Her eyes, like Cassian’s, glowed with a fierce intensity, and she immediately assessed them, her gaze flicking from Lia to Cassian.

The leader among the three martial artists from the Gilligans narrowed his eyes and said, “Something’s up with this kid. I think he might know the Body Refining Technique.” One of the men shook, and his clothes turned to scraps before they fell to the ground. “I don’t believe that he has an Iron Skull. Even if he has, I'll split it open!” “Iron Body Master?” Jaguar’s pupils contracted. “Are you a practitioner of the ancient Slain art of Iron Body Technique, passed down through the lineage of the 13 Guardians? Are you Juvian Gray who was kicked out of Slain ten years ago?” “Indeed, I am!”

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."