Nightstar Mar I Grayson Novels & Stories

“Darling, are you okay?” I hovered behind her, I was not sure of what to say. Mr. Graham shifted slightly, his expression as calculated as ever. “I just feel weak, Mom,” he replied, his voice was calm but cold as usual, the tone of the sharp-minded businessman that he was. Mom's face softened, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes. “Tell me exactly what happened, Damon. What made you fall unconscious?” Mr. Graham frowned, he glanced over at me briefly before looking back at his mother. “I really don’t know. But the last thing I remember before falling unconscious was having flashes of blurry memories of events I feel are connected to my past. But I don't know which past.”

Grayson laughed, and Coal stood in shock. “Man, I like your wolf! You'll have to let me meet him someday,” Grayson said, shaking his head as he looked at the headless, bloody man. Grayson left the room and went digging in the hall closet. A moment later, he came back with the blanket and threw it over his shoulder as he approached Maverick. “Shit!” Grayson said. “Hold still,” Grayson said to Maverick as he reached for the Omega's head. Grayson placed one hand on his head and the other on his stomach and chest.

"He was behind the bar practically grilling me and Thomas about who you were. We both told him you wore a mask for a reason but he could ask the next time you were here. You didn't talk to us much and since he just bought the club he wasn't comfortable enough to start digging for a fantasy. He wasn't happy, but accepted it. Since you were always a cash employee there isn't much on file for you. Just your stage name and your basic information which is so old most of it isn't correct anymore." Starlight walks up next to us, her partner for the routine behind her. "We're up next. I hope we do good, we didn't have much time to practice and stripping isn't her thing." She nudges her head towards

Raven black hair was wild and flowing around his head and a tiny speck across his eyes. "What are you doing here?" He barks at me, disgruntled to have an intruder at his little pity party. Gamma Grayson was sitting in that worn armchair, shadows cast across his face with that bottle of moonshine he treasured so much in his grip. I've never seen him so distraught, but I dare not say. Even his pack members have known better to avoid him, lest they risk his wrath. "I'm only doing my duties" "Duties"

The soft snore coming from her mouth was like a melody he couldn’t get enough of, and the way her lashes fluttered, touching her cheeks told him whatever dream she was having, it wasn’t a nightmare. Which is a good thing after everything she’s been through. He feels terrible for deceiving her, for having Cara think that he and her phantom are two different people, but he has to hide his identity until she’s ready to embrace his dark side. Damon slid off his mask, having no need for it, and stared at Cara’s sleeping countenance. He traces his thumb over the fine bridge of her nose, down to her pouty lips before a static rang inside his ear. He groaned in frustration and listened to the other

he corrected, pulling me slightly closer again just to annoy me. Jamie was half asleep on the couch, hair a mess. Hanna was curled beside him. Marcus stood near the window with coffee he clearly forgot to drink. Stephen looked like he hadn’t blinked all night. Grayson and I walked in together. His hand stayed lightly at the small of my back as we moved. “Morning,” I said. Marcus nodded. “Barely.” Jamie squinted at us. “Did we win or are we still in danger?” Grayson glanced at me briefly before answering. “We didn’t lose anything that matters.”

Grayson looked at her, his eyes red with fire in them. Before Marly could move away, Grayson snapped his head forward, crashing into Marly’s head. He had managed to break the barrier, with her bearing the brunt of the force. She took a staggering step backwards but quickly righted herself. She tossed another barrier, entrapping him in a silver cage. With that effort, Carson was able to remove his arm that was around Grayson’s neck.

We all have our vices, and I know this will catch up to me sooner or later. “How drunk do I have to be for you to get drunk too?” I ask between kisses. “It depends.” Lucas draws his fangs and grazes them over my flesh. “On what?” “On how much I take from you.” He stops kissing me and looks in my eyes. “I won’t take too much. I love you, Callie Martin, and I will never hurt you.” “Anne.” “Anne?” “It’s my middle name. Callista Anne Martin.” “Martin is your father’s last name.”

The fire’s on a low setting and I listen to the snap and crackle of it, along with the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. This is heaven, but it seems more like a tormenting hell. There are way too many memories in this room and way too many opportunities that are no longer at my fingertips. All I can do is stare at the blaze, recall every time Nick touched me, and hope I’ll eventually fall asleep. I do. Insomnia has never been an issue for me, especially when I have a task list as long as my arm to conquer. I’m up early and Grayson serves me on the patio again. He’s wearing dress pants in a deep blue hue that’s not quite navy, but is stylishly regal. He’s paired the slacks with a dov

oh Goddess . the scent of her is a delirious mix of smells and emotions and memories: a wild run through pine forests, a plunge into cool water, the mewls of a newborn pup, the madness of the moon's call ... The other two wolves pad after her. Fulvio's giant ginger wolf (though he insists its gold-coloured) and Graydon Airwolf. Graydon seems so much younger in his wolf form. Elder hardly seems right though he has the same air of restrained power as in his human form.