Justicar Grey Knight Novels & Stories

“This baby fires five times faster then any other tranquilizer gun. It should be enough to get the needle past his skin.” Bastian hands it back to Grey. “Alright. Mobilize the units. Get everyone out to Morgan. We’ll try to head him off. Grey, you’ll head off the team that puts this cowboy back to sleep. We’ll deliver him to Phoenix and shove his ass back in the pool.” Grey nods. “Got it.” He looks at me. “I’m coming with you.” I say. “Like hell you are.” He furrows his brow. “Grey, if something happens I can help. I can heal people if they need it and I can try to seal the pool.” I say.

"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.

His armor was shredded and blood ran from cuts on shoulder and thigh. Still he held ground, protecting three villagers huddled behind him. Grey ducked one slash, countered with a savage rake to the attacker’s jaw, then elbowed the second hard enough to stagger him. Even wounded, he was magnificent. That’s why he was his Beta. “Grey!” Damien roared. Grey glanced once. That glance cost everything. The first warrior lunged and buried claws deep into Grey’s stomach. Grey froze. Before Damien could reach him, the second drove claws straight into Grey’s chest.

I said. “Know what?” Lucas confusedly asked. “Sir. Gray, your knight and aide, knew that you’re working in our informant guild,” I replied. “Sir. Gray?” Lucas menacingly said. “Oh come on… you don’t have to be like that… it is your knight’s job to know where you’re going and to know what you’re doing,” I said. “I’m sorry, my prince, if I hide the fact that I knew everything that you’re doing,” sir. Gray said, while kneeling.

"My connection to the Grand Inquisitor makes me symbolic target for vengeance seeking indiscriminate satisfaction." "Cosmic justice requires precise discrimination rather than generalized retribution," he explained, midnight armour reflecting sunlight without dispelling internal constellations. "Your actions demonstrated integrity despite institutional corruption. Your presence now confirms continued ethical autonomy beyond familial connection." Her expression shifted toward resolute determination overcoming lingering apprehension. "What happens now? Do you deliver message through me? Create hostage for manipulating my father's response? Establish witness for justified retribution?" "None of

He was Jason Crest, the Gamma of Equinox pack. He turned to the wolf already back to human form weak from many broken bones. A young Omega with fear in his eyes. He shuffled backwards away from the Jason which didn't help as he was still knocked out cold with a heavy punch. Jason's action disgusted Grey to his core. He had already won but still came back on a wolf far beneath his rank and injured, where's the honour in that.. "A good offense is the best defense..." He started. "There is no such thing as a best defence!" Grey shouted, the circle of trainees parting as he made his way into the circle.

She clutched her purse tightly to herself and made her way to the door but when she placed her hand on the handle, about to open it, the door opened before she could and her eyes went wide immediately. Standing in front of her, dressed in a white shirt tucked in a black trouser which matched his black shiny shoe, was Lucas Gray, the bartender, but not only that, the name sounded familiar now and Josephine realized that he was not just a bartender. The person who now stood in front of her was the popular Lucas Gray, the young handsome rich CEO in his thirties who had companies all over.

I wondered if Jet came alone and besides I couldn't recognize anyone, they all look the same dressed in black suits and wearing sunshades, the only clear difference among them is their body build and height. "Jake what are you doing!" I cried struggling to get away from him. There was no sign of the priest, who could blame the poor man for running for his life? When I turn to look at Jet again, he had stopped walking and he was looking at Jacob with a calm expression on his face. I know him better enough to know the calm demeanour he was presenting was to mask how enraged he was. "You told me he was dead!" Dane Grayson said angrily glaring at Jacob. He wasn't holding any weapon and I don't t

My hate for Mr Knight increases as I let myself believe every single accusation against him. “Damn! This is fucking golden." Sofia cracks up. “Check this out guys." AJ calls our attention. “Mr Phoenix Sam Knight and his brother Carlos Knight come from a generation of mafia lords. They have been passing down this illegal business by the tradition of killing whoever is in the position of power. Killing his son would have been an easy task that he wouldn't have thought twice before doing since he was basically trained to end the life of his family members. Not only was mister night involved in drug trafficking, sex trafficking, and illegal weapon selling, he was also involved in assassination.