Novel Gray Novels & Stories

“But you survive because of me.” Adrian snarled, shoving her back. She slid with the grace of someone who had trained her entire life for this moment, landing light, balanced, ready. “Do you know why I wear gray?” she asked suddenly, circling him. Adrian’s jaw tightened, blood dripping down his arm. He didn’t answer. “Because it is the color of hunger,” she murmured, voice low, almost intimate. “Never black, never white. Always in between. Always consuming.” Her eyes darkened. “Like my obsession with you.”

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

"Taking my job,my apartment and now you're here in this new place to obviously cause another problem. Isn't that stalking?" Gray arched his right eyebrow upwards before shrugging. "No..." He pushed him aside to enter the apartment. Daniel watched with arms crossed how Gray toured about a spot with his eyes reviewing the interior. He nodded with his mouth drawn downwards and his hand tucked into his tailored black trouser. "I'm simply keeping tabs on you." He grinned at Daniel. "I must say,this apartment is a more upgraded version of that slum you call a home. To be honest,I expected you to be on the streets hustling for PETTY money but here you are." Daniel's teeth gritted as Gray continued

Just wait and see! Not knowing how many days had passed, Gray only lied miserably. He didn’t even bother to open his eyes anymore, only to listen the surroundings. From time to time, he could hear beggars, digging the garbage piles to find foods – just like him before. They didn’t bother to check if the small kid still alive or not, well, it’s a common thing to find a death body. What made a dead child different? Gray could hear the sounds of footsteps again and continued to close his eyes. This time, the footsteps stopped beside his body. Having no energy left, he stayed motionless, until two strong hands picked him up. Startled, Gray opened his eyes, only to see the source of his sadness,

Gray was silent for a moment; he walked over to the fire bowl and picked up the whip; because it was suddenly drawn, the fire still followed the whip and burned. He waved his whip in front of Rowan but didn't take further action. This is even scarier than the previous tortures because before a big storm comes, the sky will be very blue. “Please… spare…me…” Rowan realized that too, he was scared and tried to struggle, but with the situation now, he was like a fish lying on the cutting board. "I do not know." “Do you mind if I kill people here, Alpha Ryan?” Half of Gray's face was lit with flames, and he looked like a god of the underworld.

The moment my eyes landed on the room, I immediately understood what she meant. Gray was sitting near the window, completely unaware—or perhaps completely unconcerned—about the attention he was attracting. Morning sunlight spilled through the glass behind him, illuminating the pages of the book he was reading. Around him, several girls seemed determined to find excuses to linger nearby. Some were pretending to search through their bags. Others kept walking past his desk for reasons that made absolutely no sense. The entire thing would have been ridiculous if it wasn’t so obvious. Lila lowered her voice dramatically. “Do you see what I see?”

"At that time, BlackJack was not yet created. It was the eight of us, along with Jacob and his friends. We were very interested in mafia and gangs after watching movies, so we decided to roleplay the scene in our fantasy and created Grey Howl with Jacob as our leader. He was always the type that leads people into starting something, and I love that about him. Seeing how he cares for his friend as if we're all one big family. But then I meet a girl who moves to my neighborhood, named Sarah Vermilie. I fell in love at first sight, she was pretty. Prettier than any girl I've ever met, and as I get closer to her, my feeling grows. From a small bud into a big tree, When we're in middle school, we

There is definitely something wrong with him. "Bed?" "Separately," I add, narrowing my eyes. Silence stretches between us. My heart is beating beyond anything healthy, as I try not to think about what my mate might commit to. Suddenly, Grayson raises his hand up. "I wear this." It's a ring. Similar to Jaspers, but lighter...Newer. It glints under the light menacingly. Just the sight of it has my hands quivering at my side. "It stops me from going crazy," Grayson tells me. He looks so sincere it's terrifying.

“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.”

I turn to Gray, aggravated: "What the fuck was that?" "Hmm?" She asks innocently. "What do you mean 'hmm?', why were you locked in with that bitch?" Her eyes narrow, displeased with my choice of words. "Don't call her a bitch. She's the one who revived you." Right. Gray doesn't know what she demanded me in return yet. "Answer the question." I order bluntly. "I don't really know. We were just chatting. And then she started talking about babies, and offered me a potion for higher fertility?" She pulled out a little jar of pink liquid. "It was pretty weird, but nice of her I guess-"