Lucien Grey Novels & Stories

AT THE CAPITAL, CENTRAL POWER OF THE ROYAL HOUSE OF LYCANS PALACE HENRI OF BLOODCLAW Henri was furious as he clawed the council table, his eyes filled with dangerous resolve as he grimaced at the faces before him: the Small Council, Lord Ashfold, Kaila, Grand Prince Aric, Vera Cole, and the Grand Maester. Their eyes shifted between one another as Henri prowled around the table, anger clear on his face.

JJ shows Daniel into my mother’s sitting room. “Hi Mr Fields, please call me Lily.” I narrow my eyes at JJ who blushes. I should really take what I can get, at least Lillian is not, Miss Blackwood. I shake Daniel’s outreached hand. “I wouldn’t be comfortable with Lily; may I call you Miss Blackwood?” he asks politely “No, you may not” his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Okay. Lily.” I smile. “This is Lucas Craven.” “Mr Craven is fine.” I narrow my eyes and roll my eyes at Luke. Men! JJ starts to leave.

“My mother? The one who thinks you’re a stain on the family name?” “She said she’d accept me if we had a child,” I whispered. “She even gave me the family bracelet—” Lucien’s face twisted some cruel combination of doubt and disdain. It gutted me. I stepped closer, barefoot on marble, heart in my throat. “I’ve never lied to you. Not once. Why is it so easy for you to think the worst of me?” He stared at me like I was a stranger. “Because you never deny it with your eyes,” he said coldly.

"You asked for a professional opinion. You have it. Unless you’ve suddenly earned a medical degree while I was in London?" Robert Carter swallowed his words. "No, of course not, Lucien." "I have a surgery at six," Lucien said, checking his watch as if this entire family drama were a minor annoyance. "Don't call me for this nonsense again." He walked toward his dark sedan without another word, leaving a trail of shattered expectations behind him. Evelyn felt a brief spark of triumph, but it died the moment Grace turned back to her. "Evelyn... wait outside for a moment. We need to discuss... arrangements."

And I feel even crazier when I keep thinking about all the things that will happen right in front of my eyes from now on. And mate? I know that it all probably sounds pretty crazy right now. Or even beyond. But it's the truth. In fact, Lucia Hazel Gray, or Luciana Edith, is actually my mate. Mate of Elijah Gray, the Lycan King. It's a crazy fact, if I say so now. But I never told Lucia that. I was afraid that she wouldn't believe me at all. Considering how big and deep Lucia's grudge was, I didn't want to be an obstacle to Lucia accomplishing what she wanted.

And as he disappeared into the mist, the first drops of rain began to fall again—washing the blood from his hands but not the war from his soul. He moved like a ghost through the forest, each step slow but certain. The mansion loomed in the distance, its windows faintly lit, as if waiting for him. Every instinct screamed that walking back there was suicide. But the thought of Ariella hurt, scared, trapped kept him moving. By the time he reached the edge of the property, dawn was just beginning to stretch across the sky. The world looked almost peaceful. Deceptive. Lucien crouched behind the old stone wall, studying the house. He could see shadows moving inside. One of them stopped by the win

Luckily, he was willing to follow me—until Dickson’s voice cut through the air. “I guess you don’t know this Easton boy well, Julianne… or the fact…” His tone dropped low as he walked towards us, just a few feet away from our table. He brought his face close, his voice a whisper. “That he’s related to the professor. Easton Azure is the nephew of Professor Grey, which makes him one of the Grey’s people who are after your head.” His statement ended there, his eyes knowingly glancing at Easton. I gasped, stepping backwards, my hand covering my mouth. Easton punched Dickson hard in the face.

On the line next to it, a signature was already written in sharp, bold black ink. Lucien Knight. I stared at the name, the room suddenly spinning around me. Lucien Knight. The private, billionaire CEO everyone talked about. The one person the public tagged as heartless. Lucien….. Lucien Knight was also Jason's cousin.

“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.”

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than