Justicar Grey Knight Novels & Stories

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.”

I trust him with my life. Grey doesn't have a mate or much of a family. He is always with Jaxon unless Jaxon tells him to do other things throughout the pack. Jaxon said he feels better when Grey is with me just in case of another attack. Sometimes Grey is a little extreme about his duty to protect me and he will even wait outside the bathroom door while I shower or use the toilet. Grey has two personalities I am pretty sure. There is the laid back "Just Grey" and then there is the "On Duty Grey" who is very serious and never smiles. He barely blinks.

Gray gave him a nod and cheerfully said, “You know, ever since I was a kid, I never get sick for a long time.” After resting for another night, his legs were truly fine. He even did martial arts perfectly. Leon shook his head and said, “But still… You should rest for more.” His face showed some concerns and he continued, “You said the Water Bark absorbed your energy, right… There’s no way you’re okay.” Gray didn’t answer, but instead he directed a powerful kick to Leon. Since he was caught off guard, Leon fell down on his back while trying to dodge it. “Why are you dodging it?” Gray laughed loudly and slapped his thigh.

“What did you say?” “I said that Grey learned how to fight—” “No… that last part.” I locked my eyes on his. “You said he wanted to become her… knight?” He breathed a laugh and nodded. “That was what she called him, her Knight.” I suddenly remembered Grey's reaction when I had chosen my safeword. “My Knight,” I murmured under my breath. Those words didn't feel foreign, as if I used to say them often, even though I couldn't remember when.

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.

Vince was already quite cautious of Harvey… But at this very moment, Harvey’s lethality shot to unprecedented levels inside Vince’s heart. “This is a Knight Templar? Your standards dropped quite a bit.” Harvey pulled out some tissue to wipe his hand, still calm and emotionless. Jason’s expression grew cornful, and he immediately took the firearm on his waist. “Do you really want to have a go at me, Harvey?!” he roared. “You of all people should know that I’m a God of War!” “If you really want to fight, a lot of your people are probably going to die here!”

I argued, my eyes starting to burn all over again. This time, it was pure fury and frustration. He pulled away from me, raising himself on his elbows to take a look at me. His steely grey orbs were still cold. “ It's because I am evil. Inside out. I am not a good person and I never think about anything good. This is who I am. This is who I have to be. Damien Knight Castillo. ” He deadpanned, his eyes flashing with anger, matching the emotion in my eyes. “ And you... ” He sighed, his eyes raking over my face, before getting pulled back to my light brown orbs.

Who the hell was this girl, and what the fuck happened to my sweet little sister? “I don’t see Red anywhere. In fact, it looks like you traded him in for a Graycort,” Matty sneered at me. “Higher up on the food chain, but not nearly as good as me.” He really didn’t know who she was. I couldn’t help but smirk. “Matty’s got a point, Angelcakes. If you wanted a Graycort, all you had to do was ask one of us. We would have been happy to oblige you.”

“A compliment? Oh it is a Merry Christmas.” I stared at her. Fought the twitch at the corner of my mouth and lost. Insufferable woman. “There they are!” Knight’s voice boomed as he sauntered into the garage, shirtless and carrying a wine bottle by the neck like a damn trophy. I took in his face, the flush in his cheeks and the glassiness in his eyes. Just alcohol, then. In that case he could handle himself. “Goldie locks, I’ve got something for you,” Ghost called, breezing in with a jacket slung over his left shoulder, a helmet tucked under his other arm. Both were black with blood red accents that matched the bike.

Terry spit out as quickly as he could, wincing in pain. Jackson had to close his eyes. He didn't want to lose it either. Over the years, he had killed several men. Hopefully all bad men, he would tell himself. But these men never did anything directly to him. They had been tyrants, warlords and the scum of the earth, but they had never harmed anyone he loved. Now he was staring at the back of Terry's head. A man who DID harm someone he loved. Someone he would gladly give his life for. His baby. And he couldn't fucking end him right then. Where's the justice in that?