Nightstar Mar I Grayson Novels & Stories

“They always say STARS IN THE NIGHT SKY” THE END.

The prickle of tears stings the back of my eyes as I draw ragged breaths, forcing them back. “It’s not going to end, baby,” Gray murmurs against my hair. He pulls away again, planting his hands on my shoulders and staring down into my eyes with that wicked intensity that slices straight through me. “Listen, I don’t give a damn what happens when the moon’s full. If we aren’t mates, then fate’s got it wrong. I’m crazy about you, I don’t want anyone else.”

It was late at night. "What kind of emergency happened so Ady couldn't come in? Jasper is all right." I frowned. "Unless..." ---- Ady's POV "We call them wolf mates rather than soulmates or destiny. We'll be imprinted on our wolf-mate, and we can't do anything about it. Like what happened to Martha, Aston, and Yumi." Jasper and I were walking up the hill toward the group. Jasper wanted us to move away while we talked. Even when there isn't a full moon, the moonlight and stars in the sky make the woods bright.

I state before Marissa starts screaming again and is cut off because there is no oxygen. Just before I black out, I watch as the house floats up into the air and then I see blackness around us, and we all fade away. With heart pounding, the alarm starts to ring. This time, I don’t even open my eyes and go back to sleep. Does it repeat today or over and over again? We will soon see when the kids arrive and if the sirens start to go off. Epilogue:

“Rest early today. We’re going to the hospital tomorrow.” Just then, Zachary lay down beside me. “Uncle, are you… sleeping here?” “Where else do you want me to go?” I grabbed fistfuls of my shirt and curled up under the covers. After a long time passed… “Uncle.” “Yeah?” “Turn the lights off, please.” He turned off the lights, and the room became incredibly dark. I could hear my heart beating clearly. I dared not move, and my heartbeat was all over the place.

"Others like you? Cowards who murder families in their sleep? Who poison children?" Viktor sneered, blood trickling from the wounds on his neck. "You think this ends with me? The Graystone territories are too valuable. If not me, then another will come for you." "Let them try," I said, my voice carrying the dual timbre of human and wolf. "I am Marabelle Daisy Graystone, daughter of Alpha Matthew and Luna Elena, sister of Alpha Kenneth. I claim my birthright and my pack's lands by blood and by right."

he answered, taking another sip of his wine. The weight of his words settled over me like a heavy blanket. Before I could process this disturbing information, the sound of a glass clinking caught everyone's attention. All heads turned in unison towards the stage where Mrs. Grey stood, a satisfied smile gracing her perfectly made-up face. "On behalf of my family and myself, we would like to thank you all for being here with us tonight," she began, her voice carrying easily through the hall. As Mrs. Grey continued her speech, my mind wandered. I couldn't shake the unease that Lucas's words had stirred in me. How could Damien live like this, constantly surrounded by potential enemies? And more

“Good, because between the Grand Coven and the VC, I’m about ready to go live off the grid and answer to no one.” “You don’t have to live off the grid to answer to no one,” he says, coming back out and buttoning a white dress shirt. My stomach tightens when I look at him. I swear Lucas could wear anything and make it look sexual. Because right now, wearing black dress pants and that button-up shirt, he’s looking like an undead Christian Grey who’d love to play with me all night. “I don’t answer to anyone but myself.” I cock an eyebrow. “And you,” he adds with a grin.

My chest tightened. He had to stop staring at me that way. As if I were still sixteen. As if nothing had decayed between us. Mason got to his feet at last. The room was filled with the Alpha's presence, despite his weakness. He said, "You'll have an answer by the next full moon." Grayson gave one nod. Then he looked back at me. Once more. Once more, always. "Savannah." Just my name. But in some way, it felt personal.