Novel Gray Novels & Stories

Whatever that thing was, but how were they connected? My visions of Grisha were painful, they were draining, and they were chilling. But my vision of the burning bird was calm, peaceful, and utterly soul-fetching. But why did it scream Grisha? Because I heard it, I heard it loud and clear and I knew it screamed Grisha! What in the hell was Grisha and what did it have to do with the burning bird? For an umpteenth time ever since I set my foot in Varagrafena, I laid awake at night, filled with nothing but questions, and more confusion!

The familiar sense of dread that accompanied her every move was almost palpable. Lyra wandered through the twisted streets of Nyxterra, following the elusive traces of Elias. She navigated through eerie, desolate neighborhoods where the buildings were little more than skeletal remains, their darkened windows staring out like hollow eyes. The atmosphere was charged with a sense of melancholy as if the very essence of Nyxterra was steeped in sorrow and regret.

I ask, the memory of my blood falling on the stone's face and what came after it. “I’m not a hundred percent sure. Saying that I have been led to believe that… certain shifters who hold genes close to the gods, powerful DNA, can access the power or magic those stones hold.” “Like a Grimalkin?” He purses his lips, pale eyes narrowing on me, “Like a Grimalkin,” he confirms. Abner tosses the small black book at me and I easily catch it. It’s plain, with no writing, and thin maybe only twenty pages.

I tried to open it, but it is locked. Maybe Mom wants to be alone for this time. I didn't bother her anymore. I let her rest in her room and I just walk around the house. I admit that our house is big and elegant. We have several rooms. We have a large and well-built kitchen. We have a wide living room. We also have swimming pool outside our house. But you know what's funny? This elegant and gorgeous house is very dark, deep, and horrifying from the inside. When you are outside, you can see a very colorful house. Its colors were very bright that you will spend more time to glance on it. But when you already see what is inside our house, all you can say is it is in gray scale mode.

Could that be submission? As the blackwolf hesitated, a howl was heard nearby and two more werewolves suddenly dashed into the clearing, startling him and making him jump back. The two new wolves approached and the black wolf took in their sight. One was gray and the other was white but the common feature of both canines were their yellow eyes that glowed in the dark. They approached the fallen wolf and the gray one crouched and nudged him up. It was obvious that the brown werewolf was the alfa-male. As the three wolves stared at the black one,the tension in the atmosphere cleared. It seemed to be more peaceful. The matter was settled.No one was willing to fight again.The wolves retreated.

“Jilin's request surprised me a little. It is not exactly common to get reinforcements from other guilds for a comparably simple mission. " "We just want to make sure that the Iubas get to their destination without incident," I remarked a little pointedly. Now he couldn't ignore me anymore. "Hi, it seems you haven't noticed me yet, there is no other way I can explain your rude behavior. I am Grace Shanks, Venator Grace Shanks. "

“Nate, you know my children Kamron and Kimia, and our friend, Rose. The beauty behind the stove is my wife, Lusa.” “Welcome to our home, Mary, Nate. Please have a seat. We’re missing three of our family today. Our eldest, Rayan, is at school, and our other daughters, Sarina and Mina, are at their friends’ houses for dinner tonight.” Mrs. Graycort rambled. “You have a lovely home,” Mrs. Mactire said. “Thank you,” Mrs. Graycort answered. “It’s nice to be so close to the woods on the mountains. It makes shifting easier since we don’t have to go very far, and we can shift in relative privacy.”

“Just a stray dog who doesn’t have a specific destination.” Gray came to the door and smiled softly at Tony, which irritates me every single time, Come in, Gray invited him in. Tony came to discuss the breakthrough in the research he and Gray had been working on. Gray decided to develop a drug that would increase werewolves' lifespan to two hundred years. Since his grandma died, he has sworn to develop the drug, and he has been working together with Tony, which is annoying me.

Gray laughed and I returned it with a flat look. "Give it to him, one dose a day, it is very strong and misuse of it can cause a disaster, understood?" I asked and he nodded. "Go!" I instructed, wanting Lance to be fine, and at the Same time, be alone to read a few books and catch up. He grabbed the bottle and began to exit my workshop. I smiled at the thought of being alone again but then Gray paused and my smile dropped. He turned to face me. "I noticed that you have just little books here, you know we have a library here right?" Gray said and my eyes widened.

He was blind linking. " Gray, try and see if you can Mind link her," Gray grunted. " It's impossible, her mind's blocked but I can perceive her scent. She isn't good at all and..." The suspense was killing me. What the fuck does he has to say. " And?" I spoke, impatiently awaiting his answers. Gray remained quiet, focusing back on his task and then he jerked his eyes open while they glowed all crimson. A sign that he was angry. " She's been raped,"