Novel Gray Novels & Stories

’ Raven looked briefly at Maddie, who was trapped in the twilight world. He knew he could lose her easily, even if he rebalanced her. Maybe there was just too much he hadn't told her. Gray magic was feared even more than black magic because it would allow one to reside easily in both worlds. In that of the black and in that of the white magic. In the distant past, that kind of magic had started a war in which many mages had killed other magical beings. Gray was a blurry area, so frightening. With the white and with black magic, people knew where they stood.

A figure stepped into the room, and the warm, comforting aroma of Varg's scent was instantly choked out by a toxic, familiar scent that made my blood run cold. Gray Lowell. He closed the door softly behind him, leaning his back against the dark wood. He was dressed immaculately, a sharp contrast to the wild, rugged look of his father, but his eyes were completely hollow, glittering with a malicious, calculating intelligence. A slow, dangerous smirk stretched across his face as his gaze raked over the rumpled sheets, the breakfast tray, and finally, the massive silk shirt hanging loosely off my bare shoulders. "Well, well," Gray purred, his voice a smooth, toxic venom that made my stomach chu

So I did my best to shut it down. I stared at her for a while. She had a heart-shaped face, her lips obviously reddish-pink, and her skin pale. Her eyes – a glint of gray and blue – were large almonds that stretched upward, and it was a great compliment to her high cheekbones and sharp nose. But her most distinctive feature was the color of her hair… red. I stretched my hands to the girl’s post. She only looked at me and blinked twice. I hissed and looked away.

Orathe's POV Gray and I stood in a depression deep within the Dark Forest, gazing at the scattered white bones exposed at the bottom of the pit. In the dim night, they emitted a chilling aura. Gray remained silent, while I offered a nearly imperceptible smile at the sight of the skull. "Mom, he..." Gray finally spoke, his voice a whisper.

Oswan asked. “In what are you interested?” Ortaul said. “I'm interest in anything new in the world, so nothing in particular.” “Listen then, my boy. Creates have appeared from out of nowhere.” “Creatures, you say, what kind?” “The worst, I say! Their teeth are sharp as swords; their eyes are red as blood.” “We saw them.” “Where did you?” “Not much down the road, near the miller.” “Great, finally, we can kill them.”

Something that no one knew about. A soft groan interrupted my train of thoughts and my wife cuddled up further to me, changing her body into another comfortable position a small sigh escaping her lips before they formed a little pout again. Round doe shaped brown eyes met mine before she closed them again wishing a good morning. My lips threatened to spread at her cute little face and her plump lips invited me smooch them, it was my new most favorite things now-a-days. Her lips. I knew women were a corrupting influence when I saw Rudra knowing the difference between blush pink and baby pink color. But never thought I would fall a victim of it.

said Jus with a small smile. His attempt to make me grin worked. Just thinking about the reference to the Christian Gray and Anastasia Steele trilogy made me suppress a giggle. “But we're not in Shades Of Gray here and besides, Jakob is definitely one of those sick pigs. Why else would he have a different one every day?” I replied seriously again.

Gray was comfortably seated on one of the couches in the living room, with a book in hand, and without sparing them a glance, said nothing more. “Melanie’s got you reading now?” Caelum asked, initiating conversation. “Says it’s her favorite book yet,” Gray replied. “How many more of this must I read?” “A lot more,” Astraea answered. “She makes me read them too.” “This is taking forever,” Gray said, closed the book, and stood. He looked them over with an amused expression, Astraea noticing the glint of joy in his eyes. He turned to walk away. “See you around,” he said, waving a hand without looking back.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

“T-the…the t-truth i-is—” “What’s going on? Why are you guys being all weird and tense?” Edward and Zia both had their attention shifted by the TV. And there stood Gray, yawning with her hand scratching her stomach. The upper part of her white hair grew a resemblance to a bird’s nest. “G-gray,” called Zia, her eyes welling up. She stared intently at her. “Help,” she thought to herself. Gray also stared listlessly back at her in return. And after the two shared glances, Gray had finally gotten the message behind her stare.