Lucien Grey Novels & Stories

When a car struck me and sent me flying, blood sprayed everywhere. It resulted in ruptured organs, so I begged my wife, Lucy Hathaway, to take me to the hospital. But she told me to endure it because her younger uncle, Alan Cooper, had surgery that day. To stop me from applying to a foreign institution, Lucy went so far as to lock me in a cold storage room kept at negative twenty degrees Celsius. “The chance to travel abroad has to go to Alan. He has nothing, while you already have all of my love. You should give him your future! “The chill in the storage room will help with your wounds. After Alan finishes his surgery and submits his application, you can go to the hospital.” The pain

At least, these dumb men should have thought of another different way to kill, not in the same way it had been done before. "You pour a generous glass, Cassian," I said quietly, taking the cup from his fingers. "Only the best for our Alpha," Cassian offered a smooth smile that did not reach his eyes. "Then you should have the first sip," I said, holding the goblet back out to him. Cassian froze. The fake warmth on his face instantly melted, his skin turning a sickly shade of grey. Beside him, Abby took a small step backward, his fingers twitching toward the inner lining of his coat.

“Lucien always comes when there’s an opportunity to ruin his brother.” As if summoned by the words, footsteps echoed through the alley. A tall man emerged from the darkness wearing a long black coat. His silver eyes glowed faintly beneath the hood covering his face. Lucien. Unlike Hevian’s regal appearance, Lucien carried himself like a blade hidden beneath silk… quiet, sharp, dangerous. Eshnu grinned. “There he is.” Lucien stopped several feet away. “You said you had information worth my time,” he said flatly.

He gestured with his hand that he had to leave, his eyes still clouded with disbelief. Zayn only looked at him quietly, his face unreadable. But as Roman turned to the door, Zayn’s lips moved, his words quiet, almost a whisper, but heavy enough to slice through the air. “I also know you love Lucien,” Zayn murmured, pressing the pen in his hand down tightly, his knuckles whitening. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lucien finally opened his eyes. His body felt heavy, drained of every drop of strength. A weak sigh slipped from his lips as he tried to shift, but the moment he moved, a sharp, tearing pain shot through his lower body.

The dim light of the cave flickered as the fire crackled, casting long shadows across the walls. Lia sat cross-legged on the ground, her fingers still trembling from the strange connection she felt with the wounded noble wolf. Cassian—she had learned his name as he rested—lay against the rock, his breathing shallow but steady. The moment of vulnerability had passed, but the tension between them was far from gone. She studied him from a distance, her golden eyes narrowing as she recalled the strange words he’d spoken earlier. The Heart of the Greykin. The key. What did he mean by that? Her mind raced with possibilities, none of them comforting.

The first time I searched online for L. E Grayson. One thing about Lucien Grayson: whoever took care of erasing his digital footprint was nearly as good as I am. And I’m pretty fucking good. Once I found out from Father that Lucien was a Were, the secrecy finally made sense. Their firewalls have always been exceptional, their networks hack-proof. I’d love to meet the person who keeps it up so I can either fangirl or deck them. But wandering around Lucien's beautiful home, which is even larger than I thought, I know that it’s not going to be a problem anymore.

He did not like the looks of this guy. Jack looked Lucian up and down, dislike on his face. “What business could you possibility have with my daughter?” Wariness entered Jack’s stance. He leaned his shoulder on the pillar on the veranda. Suddenly, Jack straightened up his muscles tensing. Thorn, sensing this, tensed up. That’s when Lucian noticed the same black wolf on the porch that he seen out on the road. Lucian kept and eye on the wolf as he moved closer to the veranda. The wolf did not relax his stance in front of the old man. Lucian found it a plug that he did not attach him. He did not believe he could reach the car before the animal took a bit out of him.

He clenched the paper in his fist before throwing it on the ground in my direction. I started debating in my head, and just when I was about to pick it up, the woman....Seraphine picked it and shook her head. They started arguing, I was not able to hear all the words clearly. "No," Lucien said to her. He was angry. His eyes had changed color as well, they were no longer black, they were back to his other silver blue eyes. What was in that paper? Seraphine pointed in my direction and said something, but her words were almost impossible to hear.

“Ah! You're right! He turned into a wolf.” Lyall closed his eyes, sighed, and continued walking. “Is it because of that girl?” Cedric's words successfully made Lyall stop in his tracks and turn around. Cedric laughed. “Wow, Lyall's starting to get interested in the opposite sex. I'm sure if Lycaon found out, he'd be proud of you.” He covered his mouth with his hand, pretending to be shocked. “Ah... I forgot. Lycaon is dead.” He looked up at the sky. “Sorry, Lycaon. You can’t see it. You’re dead.”

He looked up when I came in. "Sit," he said. I sat down in the chair across from him. "You did good work last night," Noah said. "Gamma Liam talked. He told us everything." Noah pushed a glass of wine toward me. I shook my head. "The shipment the guards talked about was weapons," Noah said. "Lucien is giving weapons to our enemies. He wants to build an army against us." He looked at me closely. "You were right. Lucien is up to something.”