Jiren The Gray Novels & Stories

He fell to his knees, his eyes closing. “Poor little wolf,” Haizea crooned. “I only gave you what you wanted. I made you stronger.” My stomach churned. I could feel it—the dark aura claiming every inch of the room. I fixed my eyes on Jarith, whose body suddenly stilled. Slowly, he rose to stand and rolled back his shoulders. I stopped breathing as he opened his eyes, and I knew it was no longer Jarith who stood there. His eyes were cold, filled with dark power… They blazed green.

Even Grey kept in touch with her, reminding her not to be distracted in her pursuit of revenge against the Rigiddin for what they did to her sister for Hearth had a bigger aim. But after reminiscing some memories last night, she was filled with determination to deny her feelings. She gladly welcomed the stress first thing in the morning. She acknowledged her hatred to her enemies and didn’t try to bury it. Maryan was not running away. She will carry out her mission and allow herself to be disturbed. It will be the only way she will have a strong mind for the days to come. Jaiyo, a young orphaned girl, prepared her bath. The girl was only thirteen, a victim of the civil war of the government

I whispered, pressing my forehead to hers for a moment. "Two for you, Liam." Kiara said, passing me two wrapped up babies. I knew one was the firstborn, but I wasn’t sure about the second. They all looked different from one another, yet there were some similarities. "I think this one is going to have blue eyes…" Raven murmured, looking down at the youngest, his hair as dark as Raven’s. "Can we name him Renji?" Her question took me by surprise, but I smiled softly. "Yes."

Tom asked and Liam laughed before reaching for my hand. "Make it taller and we're good to go." He said and I nodded my head before lifting my hand and the ground began shaking as the wall became taller. "Wow, it's almost as high as the wall in Attack on Titan." "In what?" "I'm Eren Yeager!" Jiroo said giddily. "And I'm Levi Ackerman!" Liam said more giddily while forming his hand on his waist, as if there's imaginary stuff on his waist. They're kids.

Julius answers making the little guy frown, his eyes flash they turned grayish, his dragon was showing, I wish mine would show too. "River" Julius warns, the little guy turns back to his food, he angrily scoops his food into his mouth, I couldn't help but giggle, he's cute. His hair is red, his eyes now back to their blue greyish color, for a random reason, I wanted to hold him, I pull from Julius's hands and sit next to the new guy. He turns to me with his grey eyes, the irises were fully grey, his dragon showing, but he didn't scare me, I was kind of jealous, I wanted to be like him, I want my dragon to show like his does. When he saw it's me, he just smile, the eyes staying grey, he went

This is actually the Pantheon of the Gods. Izanami: (A 10 ft tall woman with shoulder length black hair, a very slim figure and Asian-looking face seems to stare aloofly at Syren. Then simply waving a hand at him, causing his body to begin to decay and wither away into dust.) "I have no more use of you pawn. Your life essence will be enough for me to return to this world. Thank you for your patronage." Dantzler: (Not skipping a beat, as he was already running up to her ready to fight. He dive rolls on the ground once and jumps straight up, attempting to uppercut her on the chin.) "Impact Rising!!!"

"In case you hadn't noticed," I said, closing the gap between us, "I'm not your typical girl. And this whole jealousy crap you're pulling isn’t going to fly with me. Grey is not interested in me, he's helping me out, that's it." She lifted her chin, her eyes narrowing. "Say what you like, but you're playing with fire."

But now there were new names, whispered in the Hollow Circle and beyond: Tiren, the storm-child from the broken eastern isles, who could resonate with three blooms at once, Kaima, a deaf Pact-born who communicated entirely in movement, and whose gestures restructured the bloom’s own roots, Juno and Liora, twin sisters from the sky-plateaus, who had begun teaching blooms to harmonize across distances They were children of the Pact but they were not its heirs. They were its next language. And the blooms listened. Especially the Grayseed. Especially when Kaima stood near it and the stone shimmered in mirror-movement, copying her without instruction. At dawn on the seventy-first day, the Graysee

I turned slowly. He stood at the far edge of the yard, blade already drawn, its edge catching the moonlight. Joren. Riven’s most trusted lieutenant. The wolf who had trained half the sentinels. The one who’d carried me from the battlefield after the Red Hollow ambush. My heart lurched. “Joren… what are you doing?” His expression didn’t change, but his eyes—his eyes were wrong. Too dark. Too flat. Like something had reached inside him and dimmed the flame.

I giggled at his stupidity as he walked past me and out to the car. “Well, I am glad to see that Dillion and you seem to get along because he is going to be staying with you in Rome.” I turned around and held my breath as I looked at Jensen standing at the bottom of the stairs. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt that showed off his abs and chest muscles perfectly. A pair of ripped black jeans with black converse high tops and a black leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. He was breathtaking and I could feel my lust for him rising more and more. I calmed myself and walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Aww. Are you jealous handsome?” His arms came around my waist and p