Owen Hunt From Grey's Anatomy Novels & Stories

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

His gray eyes locked onto mine. I swallowed hard, my hands trembling. “I don’t want to die here… not like this.” My voice cracked at the end, and I hated how weak I sounded, but I couldn’t help it. His jaw tightened, his eyes never leaving mine. “I won’t let him hurt you,” he said, his voice low but steady. --- Hours crawled by in oppressive silence. Then, the basement door creaked open. My heart plummeted into my stomach. Orin descended the stairs, each step slow, the sound echoing in the stale air. He was holding a crossbow—and a shotgun.

*** After three hours of scouring the woods and searching for Bryanna, Rory, and I, along with the three warriors, Elliot, Conner, and Owen, sat fatigued around the dining table. Owen, Connor, and Elliot were three of our sharpest trackers, according to my head warrior, and I understood why. Owen was the youngest of the three, with medium-length black hair with bleached tips, hazelnut eyes, and a crooked nose. He was 5ft 9in tall, with bulging muscles, just like Elliot and Connor. Except that Connor was the eldest, with brownish hair and gray eyes, and Elliot was the second oldest, with short wavy leather-black hair and cat-like eyes that sent the females swooning. We searched every corner o

"What did you just say? What do you mean she lost her memory? You can forget about keeping your job if you keep spouting nonsense!" Owen threatened. Not far away, Owen let out a roar like a beast. He grabbed Jerry by the collar, his face contorted with rage. But Jerry remained unfazed. "Mr. Gray, calm down. What's done is done. Even if you tear this hospital apart, Ms. Houghton's memories won't return." Owen's grip loosened.

Owen's inability to give his love what he truly desired most had often been a sore point for him and their many arguments about it in the past and now here he was eager to fill Porter's newly minted hidden womb as many times as he could to ensure he'd be a father. Hot tears began to cascade down the pale face of Owen Clark as he took his leave of that area of the forest, he had initially ditched his partner in a bid to catch up to Conway while the rest of the class had not been looking and found more than he bargained for when seeing Conway already had his hands full pumping into the late bloomer. Heartbroken and beyond jealous, Owen made his way as far away from the scene as possible hoping

I was deep in thought, wondering why Aunt Maya was really here. But it became clear tonight. I had eavesdropped on her and her dad. "Gwen may not be a werewolf; the girl may be human, just like her mother. "But I don't want to believe that." "Artemis was a wolf, Dylan!" Aunt Maya cautioned her brother. "She was not; I bit her." "She was never born a wolf." "Gwen will be going to wolf camp; they'll train her." He said.

the man who had carried me answered, “He froze when she screamed. Looked completely lost.” I opened my eyes fully, and the first thing I saw was the steering wheel. I was in the backseat, a coat over my shoulder, and two men riding at the front. “She's an omega.” Said the one behind the steering, “Boss let an omega mark him. All of his grieving widow's behavior after the claim was for an omega.” “Like a wife whose husband went to war, I tell you.” The other snorted, “From when he showed up, the former Boss, goddess bless his soul, knew he was deranged. I see it now.”

Let us help you out, Lady Eloise,“ one of the attendees spoke and the others soon started washing her hair while gently brushing her back. Vivienne closed her eyes to savor the moment. She misses the feeling of being treated like a royalty and of course, being with the late king and queen of Grilux. She often wonder why would her mother want her to find the huntsman who visibly doesn't have any intention of helping her. For days since they met, they just kept on traveling without talking. She once tried to talk about Grilux but Archer cut her off. A deep sigh escaped from Vivienne's lungs. She remember the huntsman waiting for her just outside and clearly, he isn't pleased right now because