Novel Gray Novels & Stories

“But the burning and the healing together… that suggests more.” Alpha Gray stood then. He had been listening with his hands folded. He moved toward the private library at the back of Elara’s office. “We should look,” he said. “There may be old texts that speak to this combination.” We followed him in silence down a narrow corridor. The library door was heavy and carved with simple runes. Shelves rose to the ceiling, and a single round table sat in the center. Gray pulled his coat off and set it on a chair. He looked like a man ready to work.

Gray walks to the closet to change and I did same too. **** Gray halts his car outside an abandoned warehouse. I thought he said it's a club. This place looks quiet except for the luxurious cars that designs the lot. " Where's this place ?" Gray smirks and chuckles and he unfasten his seatbelt. I did same too. I decide to wear a simple orange colored t-shirt and black jeans and sneakers because , Mr grumpy doesn't want me to wear a dress because he thinks i look hot. Gray steps out of his car and open my side door for me. I get out and look around. It's so dark outside and I can't hear a single sound or even music.

Maybe because this place was filled with kids my age who appeared to have had all the spunk or motivation for living wiped clean from their souls and absolutely no desire to befriend anyone. Yarber Heights was an old institution, quite possibly one of the oldest in Georgia. It was an ancient brick establishment with plaster walls where the plumbing and wiring ran along the outside of the wall rather than inside of it. The rooms were dark and cold. I suppose it was poorly insulated, I don’t know. But it was incredibly gloomy and cold all of the time. Even with Carrie and her quirky partners, it was still a depressing and bleak place to be. Paulo was a wise ass, and I believe he was a little d

Emilia Clark I sat still, fidgeting nervously as I waited for my interview with Mrs. Grey. I knew little about her, except that she was the Chairwoman of Grey Enterprises, a multi-billion dollar company previously run by her son, Damien Grey. No one had seen or heard from Damien since he was reportedly involved in an accident two years ago.

I don't care if anyone sees me or if I end up on the news my anger will never let this man go free. "Listen, dude, I didn't come here to play. I came here for answers. Now quit playing and tell me what being a grey wolf means." His smile isn't there anymore, he looks as confused as ever. "I'm not playing with you Chloe, you were born a grey werewolf. Your father was a grey werewolf, you're a grey werewolf. Grey werewolves are more powerful than regular werewolves, grey wolves are also the only breed of werewolves to not be controlled by the moon. You all can turn at will and it won't even hurt." He chuckles. "Y'all are lucky bastards."

I sobbed. "Esha I don't think it is him. You can ask him directly. Maybe you misunderstood." Dua tried convincing me. "You better stop it Dua. Shakshi Tanwar has grey eyes. She freaking had grey eyes. And Aadhvik even he have the same grey eyes." I said. "Don't be dumb Esha, there are many people with the same grey eyes. Don't be so stupid." Dua yells. I found his potrait hung on the wall. Looking at his face itself made me feel disgusted. I got up and threw that potrait down.

“January 1st.” Gray took a sip of his beer and tried not to laugh. He only succeeded partially. “I swear...” he mumbled. Then he didn’t say anything more, and I groaned at his way too obvious amusement. “You swear what?” “Your life is entertaining enough to be a whole book.”

The rain had subsided a little, but still not stopped and I wanted to keep my semi-dry condition. Answer a call, hold your cell phone to your ear. "Hi Eve." “Oh god, Grace, Grace, Grace! You will never guess what happened to me today! " I leaned against the cold stone facade. "Your chips are running low and they were sold out in the supermarket?" "What? No! I smoked out a Nest Minors today! " I made a face. I hated those little critters. These little rat-like descendants were the relatively harmless proles there were, but if you found them in whole nests, you could get into a lot of trouble.

I could feel its heat, and I could imagine how painful being burned by it would be. Shutting my eyes tight, I uttered a silent prayer, hoping that the deities would hear me out even just for once. I was very ready to die a while ago because I saw no reason for my existence to continue. But now, after what that unknown creature told me, it felt as though a different light suddenly shone before me, leading me to a different path. There's suddenly a goal I want to accomplish. There's suddenly a reason for everything. A different kind of heat enveloped my whole system. I guess the fire finally reached me. But it was supposed to hurt, right? It was supposed to be excruciating, but why I felt comp

" I choked out, clutching the manuscript against my chest as I backed away until my spine hit the cold stone wall. ​Gabriel smiled—a slow, terrifying curve of his lips as he stepped into the dim beam of light. ​"I told you before, little bird," Gabriel whispered, reaching out to take the corner of the parchment from my trembling hands. "There is nowhere in this town where my shadow can not reach."