Novel Grey Novels & Stories

Centuries have passed and that girl, even when it's tough for me to concede, is probably dead. Thus, another girl, a grown-up lady is always appearing. This dilemma has been present for ever since year 2018 started, goddamn it! I paved my way through the Italian bar. The entrance was covered with beautiful and pink flowers with the neon letters La Fleur. You wouldn't expect that inside it was a bar full of monsters doing drugs, sex, and feeding on people. I saw a familiar man coming out of the counter and making his way to me. I grinned at him and nodded, letting my red pupil show – a way to greet your co-vampires. He did the same too.

Even with my head down, I could still feel his hot, burning gaze on my back. Returning my attention to the men in front of me, I scribbled their orders on my notepad. Taking their orders took longer than I expected. Though they were brothers, their tastes differed, and I patiently waited for them to decide. When I finally jotted down the last of their orders and confirmed it, I let out a sigh of relief. However, that relief vanished when a hand gently tapped my shoulder. When I looked up, Grey was towering behind me. The murderous glare in his piercing eyes hadn't vanished; in fact, it appeared to burn brighter this time, as though he wasn’t making any effort to hide it.

“Surely they’re displacing the balance anyway.” “Because they have been called upon by the grey.” Grandma Rosie shook her head and looked up, as though untangling her explanation and putting it into simple terms we would understand. “Grey will still exist in many shades, be it darker or lighter at any given moment. The fluctuation of the souls that live here can make it darker or lighter anyway. But white cannot be grey, and neither can black. Creatures from the above or below cannot travel to that which they did not come from.”

Inside the elevator running upwards, Mizu was holding a rectangular card with her profile. The supposed to be named was written as Player 11659, with the data record of her skills and people killed, showed in the pentagon shape on the side, which is 'Zero.' Then a capitalize letter on the topmost indicates the group she's in, the "EAST HOUSE" and her level under her pic, 'Level 1' a beginner. This will change every fight, she will have, after the scanning.

The carriage gave a lurch forward as the black stallions started their trek toward the dreary castle once more. It snowed on the way the trees dusted with fresh white powder and the mountains gleamed in the sun. The cold air did not bother me instead it rejuvenated my energy and I felt at home. This landscape was my home. The castle was not my home however. It’s obsidian walls and towers were a dark reminder that this was not meant to be. This land was not supposed to be so empty and dark. The carriage creaked as it rolled onto the only bridge that crossed The Divide leading to the castles main gates. I shuddered whatever had made that scaring crevice was not natural. Emma hid her head in my

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

The creature’s breathing was shallow, its body trembling with pain. Her fingers brushed against its fur, and she was taken aback by the spark of recognition. Her wrist-mark flared to life under her sleeve, a sharp, searing heat running down her arm. The wolf’s body twitched in response. She looked down at her own hand, the mark glowing faintly. **No.** It was impossible. The mark of the Greykin. It had not burned this fiercely in years. The wolf’s chest rose and fell in strained breaths, and Lia’s mind raced. She couldn’t leave him here. Not like this.

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."

"To think of it. Grey and Blue. I love the nickname." "Silly. It's Blue and Grey." Grasom corrects. "What's the difference?" I scoff,arms crossed. He leans over, his lips a hair away from my ear. "Blue comes first." (And Grey comes second. The end Tada. I wanna say a really big thank you to all of yal. Who spent their hard earned money on this book, it's an honor. It's my first book, took a lot out of me to complete because of the flaws plots but with your help her we are. Special thanks to those who subscribed, voted and left a review, thanks alot. I love you, just like Blue live Grey. Please feel free to proceed to my other books(Mrs Xavier and Beautifully damaged) one completed and one o

I shot Nina an apologetic look. "Go on," she urged, giving my arm a reassuring squeeze. I nodded and made my way upstairs, each step feeling heavier than the last. As I entered Mrs. Grey's office, she didn't look up from the papers on her desk. "Sit," she ordered. I complied, perching on the edge of the chair, my hands clasped tightly in my lap to hide their trembling. "There's been a new development," Mrs. Grey began, her voice coolly professional. "Damien was attacked in his room last night."