Jiren The Gray Novels & Stories

" Gwen ... He mumbled softly. He looked sweaty and sick. He was laid on a bed beside a fireplace. His shirt was open, down to the last button. His torso was exposed. His forehead creased in pain at intervals, despite the cold towel. " Gwen." He said again in a whisper this time . The strange man looked like a wild wolf, he had their scar. An arrow mark that ran across their hands. They could shift any time , they found it hard to control their powers. I shuddered as I turned restlessly on my bed. "No! noo!!." I shrieked and woke up in tears. "No." "We're no longer mates, you're free." I sobbed, hugging my pillow in tears.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

“Damballa.” Kenji reels backwards, panic settling into his massive form, his eyes darting between me and Jamari. “I can’t sense mate.” Ren’s beastly voice says, panic rising in his voice. “Why can’t I sense mate?” He jumps from the bed, grabbing Jamari by her shoulders, her head lolls backwards from the momentum, eyes still closed tightly.

Grey in the middle turned it into light. The bone in my hand cracked. A thin line, right down the middle. From the crack, grey mist poured out. Not black. Not white. Grey. Like Caelum's eyes. And from the mist, a shape formed. Small. Barefoot. White hair down to her knees. No mark at all — because she WAS the mark. The source. Lira. She looked 14. Maybe younger than me. But her eyes were old as the sky. She looked at Caelum first.

I ordered in a low tone, and she picked up fast, running like her life depended on it, and then vanished. A few seconds later, Gray stomps inside my room, looking all charged up and I growl, having to look at my image on his face. "Do you have a death wish!" I roared and he quickly threw his hands up, switching back to his normal form. He's a shape-shifter and always likes to impersonate me, except this time, he has fringes covering those eyes. Now he looks like himself, a kid with dark hair. I rose up from the bed, feeling heavy and having no thoughts in my head, except the fact that a woman's earring is laying on my bed.

"Gunnr has two lieutenants. One is Astrid Frey, a woman with ice-based abilities. Outdoors, it's her domain—her power is not to be underestimated." "The other is Kirk Fiske. His ability is a curse. Never let him get hold of anything from you—even a strand of hair or a speck of skin—and he can cast a fatal curse. You wouldn't even see him, and you could already be killed. There's no defense against it." "These three," Jaime said gravely, "are the Jayzepanese's strongest fighting force."

Gray replied, earnest and solemn, devoid of any hint of jest. I took a deep breath and asked with a trembling voice, "I don't understand what you mean. You are the Alpha of Blood Dawn, and I come from the Black Furies. We just met recently, how could I... be related to you?" Gray grabbed my shoulders, looking into my eyes, and said, "Believe me, I wouldn't joke about this matter. I have a very lovely younger sister; she's an angel, but... I accidentally lost her... I owe her an apology. So, for these years, I have been searching for her."