Lord John Grey Fanfiction Novels & Stories

They even have their own language they use to chat to each other. Finally, there’s our youngest—Grey. We name him after my surname... or my father’s. He’s a quiet, sweet boy, so shy he clings to my side when strangers visit. With his dominant siblings, it makes sense, he is outnumbered. His eyes are pale silver, hair jet-black, and skin kissed by sun. He’s tall for his age, with long limbs that hint at the man he’ll become. Leo swears he’ll take after his father—whose Lycan stood fifteen feet tall. I pray he doesn’t grow that big. I’d feel like a doll he could tuck in his pocket.

My whole body reacted in a way it never had before. Jezz... I bit my lip remembering, Mr. Grey is really naughty. I could already feel myself getting wet again. No, seriously... I won’t touch myself. “Hey, horny bitch, can you just focus?” I said to myself. Later in the day, I heard the sound of a car outside. Mr.Grey had returned. He walked in, and behind him was a young man. He looked calm and confident. He had studs in both ears, and wore jeans with a fitted shirt, and had a strong build. He looked like he was in his early twenties.

and threw his hand off. Jack asked, "You don't look ugly. Why is that?" Tiger gave a little shake of the head and kept on drinking. Jack questioned his friend, "Are you still having the nightmares?" "It's getting worst" Tiger muttered Jack scoffs and says, "I wonder how long Grey is going to hide." Grey is Logan's partner; the two of them hid for years together before Tiger discovered where they were hiding; now, Logan is alone with Grey. "It doesn't matter how long he hides from me; as soon as I lay my eyes on him, I'm going to wipe out his whole family tree."

'They're a family of commoners but the empire could have provided them better not like this’ Looking at the notebook, Grey was now folding the colored paper and continuing what they were doing earlier before 'If I was born like them, a commoner, would I still have a family I can call my home? He thought with the sudden unconscious sad smile lifting his lips upwards. While portraying such a sad pair of eyes looking and caressing the notebook that Grey had handed him. Upon opening it carefully, Grey looked at Lucius who was quiet as he opened his notebook only to beamed at Lucius as he looked how seriously Lucius focused his eyes on it The first page was Grey’s introduction to himself. He made

"Well there you have it. Grey is a former mob boss. He has Russian enemies climbing out of the shadows to slit his throat. It's obvious what happened. They sent two men to ensure the job was done, but they probably pretended not to know each other, just to deceive you guys." Jax looked at his friend. He knew when Lucius made up his mind, it was impossible to change it. But Jax knew the waiter assassin was telling the truth, why would he lie if he knew he would eventually die. Lucius kept his eyes outside the window, his hatred for Grey was boiling over. "Grey is trouble," Lucius muttered. "That is exactly why I hate him. His past as an ex-convict will always hunt him, and he brings that dang

He now stood victoriously atop his uncle's back, roaring like a tiny alpha. “You’ve raised a barbarian,” Gunner grunted good-naturedly. Tora sipped her water and shrugged. “He’s half wolf. Comes with the territory.” Cheyenne plopped down beside her, handing her a cupcake. “I swear Liora is part gremlin. She just tried to barter a juice box for someone’s soul.” “Her father’s daughter,” Tora said, eyes twinkling. “Hey now!” Jax called from where he was attempting to string glowing phoenix feathers across the canopy with Thorne and Tyler. “I heard that!”

My expression remained fierce because I refused to let that man see through my facade. “Get out of my office.” He tilted his head forward, a mischievous smirk dancing on his lips. With one hand, he cupped my cheek, trailing his fingers down my chin to raise it. “You’ll stick to the plan. And you’ll help me take down Declan Hawthorne.” My throat tightened. “Never.” “Jordyn—‘’ “—Jordyn?” Another voice echoed through the space and cut through Ty’s words. My eyes widened at the familiar sound before I saw the figure.

Gray's voice trailed off, overcome with emotion. I couldn't respond, unable to dispute the truth in Gray's words. Our friendship had been destroyed, and Alex had paid the ultimate price. Gray's eyes bore into mine. "You know it's true, Emilio. Lucas is a vampire. His kind is cursed." I looked away, unable to face the reality. "I'm leaving the city," Gray said abruptly. "Starting fresh elsewhere. I need to get away from all this supernatural mess." My heart ached, losing my friend and confidant.

If I wasn’t wrong he was waiting to see where the monster was going with this. “Then, we should hurry.” Grey eyes calculating and cold slid between me and Lachlan before he said, “I want to punish you both for disobeying my direct order. And I was thinking what it could be?” He pretended to be in thought like the devil he was. “Now, my little shadow loves pain as much as my wife. But my wife doesn’t remember her past,” he said the words with an accusing glint in his eyes. He still didn’t believe me that I have no memories of the past.

A cold silence fell over the room. The healer continued, “There is one… possibility. One being whose blood carries enough ancient magic to counteract what’s inside him.” “Who?” The healer looked around the room her voice dropping. “The Lycan King.” “That monster?” “He’s the only one whose blood has resisted the ancient poisons of the rogue lands. If anyone can help Dorian, it’s him.” He hasn’t been seen in a decade.” “Then find him,” she said simply. Gasps erupted.