Naruto Gray Novels & Stories

She looks around, and no one is hardly seen on the spot. Unable to find anyone she sighs and turns away about to leave. “No point in wasting my time. I’m leaving.” When she takes a step forward, someone placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her on the track. She turns around to see who stopped her to see Gray standing. Seeing him she becomes puzzled. “Who are you?”. Gray smiled and removed his hand from her shoulders. “I’m Harry Campbell.” Gray was dressed wearing a big mustache and a wig different than his hairstyle along with some glasses.

The forest pressed in around me — black trees, wet leaves, the faint hum of danger beneath the quiet. Something flickered in the distance. A shadow that didn’t belong. I crouched low, heart pounding, and drew my blade. The sound of footsteps echoed faintly. Then a whisper — my name. “Nora.” I spun, blade up — only to find Grayson stepping out from behind a tree. He looked different — older somehow. His hair was longer, his face more tired than I remembered. But his eyes — those storm-grey eyes — were the same. “What the hell are you doing here?” I hissed, lowering my weapon but not by much.

This is an Omnibus! Featuring: Book One: The Lycan King's Perfect Revenge - Tristan and Iris’s Story Book Two: The Lycan King's Blind Mate - Rhys and Thea's Story Book Three: The Lycan King's Cruel Judgment - Jack and Esme's Story Book 1: The night Tristan finds out his beloved wife betrayed him with another man, he's heartbroken but Tristan is a man totally in love with his wife, so he forgives her and begs her to come back to him. But on the night she was supposed to give birth to their child, she chose to commit suicide, killing herself and the unborn baby. Before she died, she told Tristan that she had fallen completely in love with the other man, Ethan and would rather di

THE Callum Gray was here. He was built like a tank and had inky black hair that was artfully disarrayed. His black suit -similar to his companions but somehow managing to stand out from theirs- molded to his body, but it was his eyes that arrested my soul. His eyes were an arctic grey that would have frozen hell over. The second they locked on my wide blue ones, I understood one thing. I may have never met him before today, but he was the one who could wreck me in more ways than one.

His long gray hair was tied back loosely, and his light gray pupils were so clear they were almost transparent. Gray Leopold? ! The wizard I've been calling for so long has finally arrived?

I tracked him across the floor, but before I could go to him, another presence claimed the room. Neil. He strode onto the stage seemingly more his true self. His eyes were still under an illusion, but they weren't the standard color. They were grey. I knew now from having talked to him about quite a few things, that Gray was actually his natural eye color. And because it was such an unnatural color among werewolves, he had a glamor for it. He was polished for the eyes of every witch and werewolf, making his mixed heritage known plainly. His suit was deep midnight, dotted with rubies in the style of witches, his tie silver, and the combination made him look every bit the keynote speaker for t

I grabbed the car door, my fingers denting the cold metal as I held myself up. "Drake!" Gray was there, his hand firm on my arm. Gray had been my right hand and my only true friend for years; he knew my shadows better than I did. "You're swaying. Your skin is gray." "I am fine," I snapped. I pushed him off and got into the back seat. Gray sat beside me. He didn't look away. "That is the second time today. A Crane does not stumble." "It's nothing. Drop it." I leaned my head back against the leather. "Tell me about the girl."

Verias gave a slow evil smile. “What are we doing?” A low rumbling voice asked from behind them. Making both of them whip around and strike a defensive pose. They spotted Jackson Gray crouched in the high grass. His gold armor glinting amongst the wheat and wildflowers. His blue cloak calmly waving out behind him. Parting the meadow beyond him. His blonde hair shimmering like captured moonlight and his piercing blue eyes set on them disdainfully. The hard expression on his face was a distinct clue to his intention. He looked like death itself had arrived to collect them.

“Hey, is Gray no longer with us?” “Yeah, he was murdered,” Hugo said. The news hit me like a ton of bricks. Gray was always a step ahead of everyone, unbeatable. I had a feeling he’d eventually piss someone off or get on the wrong side of someone. “Do you know this guy?” Hugo showed me a picture of another guy on his phone. This guy was ripped and covered in tattoos. His hair was pitch black, his eyes a piercing blue, and his look was tough, with multiple piercings in his ears and nose.

She asked. “Yes.” “Her eyes used to be blue, and now they are gray. I think she is going to be some sort of super vampire once we change her. I know the Spell Blades fear her, that is why they want to kill her. Their master Yuno sent Gage and Kills after her.”