Lucian Graymark Novels & Stories

The air between them was charged, heavy with everything unsaid. She took a step closer. “Tell me the truth, Lucien. What was Case Gray really about?” He exhaled through his teeth. “You want the clean version or the one that keeps me up at night?” “The real one.” Lucien moved to the window, the light catching the scar at his jaw. “My mother believed the mark wasn’t random. She thought it could be engineered—transferred, repeated. Case Gray was her proof of concept. A human woman marked without consent to see if loyalty could be replicated.”

I leaned back against the heavy wood of the door, the click of the lock echoing like a gunshot in the silent room. It’s only the pack that knew of our marriage. No human has known that I have married, no journalist has carried it out, and I can't let the human world know of this. In the city, I am Lucian Grey, the untouchable bachelor, the man of steel and silicon. If the press got wind that I had tied myself to Harvey, the news would be all over the internet.

It was real. For a few precious days, Liam Gray existed fully. He was not a runaway pet, not a pawn in a conspiracy. He was an artist, and his work was about to speak for itself. He allowed himself to hope, to dream of a life where his past didn't define him. He knew it was a risk, a defiance of Marcus's orders. But as he stood in the gallery, looking at the space where his paintings would hang, he felt a flicker of something he hadn't felt in a very long time: control. It was a dangerous illusion, perhaps, but for now, it was enough.

“Duskwyn Hollow? Isn’t that bordering Blackthorn Pack’s territory?” “It is,” Asher said calmly. “Which means it’s their problem, not ours.” But Nolan didn’t blink. “Sire,” he said, “the body’s throat had fang marks. Vampire marks. Clear ones.” A sharp silence cut through the room. “But the rest of the body…” Nolan added, his voice lower now. “Deep claw marks. Savage. Precise.” Asher’s demeanour shattered. “Werewolves,” he hissed, voice venomous.

It was really nice to talk to smart people. I launched into a detailed speech about Camilla and how she is a vixen. She seduces every man she sees and now even Lucien has fallen into her clutches. “Miss Martin, you have just cracked the case I have been working on. I am very grateful that you have shared that piece of news with me.” “What are you talking about, Mark?” I asked, not understating a word he has just said. “We have been following this Lucien guy and believe me, even getting a photo of him has been a problem. Although he is an aspiring politician, he has not made any public appearances and has been doing everything in the dark.”

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Obviously, the two packs weren’t exactly good friends. “Lani, do you want to sit with us?” Jade asked with a friendly look on her face. “By the way, this is Stacy,” she pointed to the girl next to her. “You met all the boys already, right?” “Not me. I’m Warren,” Channing Tatum look alike cut in. He had a deep voice, but it was smooth. I shook his hand and introduced myself. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Damon shift from one foot to the other, looking uncomfortable. Warren smiled at me.

Hope wasn't around and when Amelia finished talking to her mother, she stood up and bumped to a man. Raising her head up, she saw he was... so familiar. "You know what he said? He didn't even listen to me..." Blair said cutting the steak with a knife. "He will most certainly return," Matt said sipping the wine. Matt Black... the grandfather of Kristopher Black. He was a clever and a man with brains when it comes to business or love life. He was the love therapist of his time. After giving many ideas, tips and tricks to his grandson, Kristopher... he totally gave up when felt his grandson wasn't interested in the long term or even, love.

She flickered her hands and commanded the orc blasting the force gun on the professor to grab everything they need in the old man's lab. "Greetings Professor Zen," the lady let out a smile from her full red lips. Her eyes bereft of emotions. "Ly-lyka, i-it's you... P-please help me," the professor coughed, blood coming out from his mouth. "My b-bones are brok—" A snap from his neck withdrew the life off from his eyes. She released her grip from the professor's broken neck and stepped outside. A wicked chuckle escaped her lips as she stepped into the swirling black portal near the lab's door.

“Break one of his fingers.” Lukas hesitates, then grabs the man’s hand and snaps his pinky. The man screams. “Ah! You bitch! Fine, fine—I’ll talk. Just don’t hurt me again. I have a pregnant wife.” “Then start talking.” “His name is Lucian Gray,” he stammers. “He pretends to own a club, but he’s a dark lord. I’ve only seen him once—green eyes, dragon tattoo on his arm. If you want to find him, act like you’re buying from him. Make the deal big enough and he’ll come himself. That’s all I know, I swear.”