Road Kamelot D Gray Man Novels & Stories

"And we see what they want." The two of them moved forward, sticking to the trees and keeping their distance from the group of rebels. As they neared a clearing, Lia spotted them—a group of wolves, their faces weathered and scarred, their eyes sharp with suspicion. They weren’t purebloods. They were Greykin, like her. One of them stepped forward, a woman with silver hair and a black cloak that blended seamlessly into the shadows. Her eyes, like Cassian’s, glowed with a fierce intensity, and she immediately assessed them, her gaze flicking from Lia to Cassian.

They make us look amazing. It’s late afternoon and we decided that a bar-b-que is in order. I turn around when I hear a motorcycle to see Dru pull up. He hops off and helps Kyaria off the bike. She looks tiny on his huge ass motorcycle. It’s kinda cute. The two of them come over to join us. “Did you get some good shots?” Gabby asks. “Yes, the lake was gorgeous.” She answers. “Not as gorgeous as me,” Aiden adds.

As a matter of fact, I thought he might be wearing just his underwear, but I couldn’t see, and I wasn’t trying to. Gray was, though, leaning around and straining to get a better view. He saw her then, and the word he muttered was far worse than the first one. “Harlow with you?” he asked. “Yeah,” Raven replied. “Hi!” I said, taking a step forward so he could see me better. I waved, but he just shook his head. “Fine. Give me a few minutes, all right?” “Thanks, Sam,” Raven said with a smile. “Yeah, thanks, Sammy!” Gray shouted.

"Lancelot, come out." There was no sound below. But after a long while, a man in his thirties limped out. The man was of medium build and looked very ordinary and honest, not like a treacherous person. Carra was a little surprised by this pretentious act. The man greeted everyone and said with a trembling voice. "Little Lancelot pays respect to the master, the lady, and the young ladies." It looked and sounded casual much to Carra's irritation. She looked at the man with cold eyes, and said sharply. "Lancelot, are you ready to confess?"

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

Andrea shrugged the feeling off and tried to pack her hair in a bun as it was already dripping with the rain water. As soon as she settled in and started moving, two men in black who had cameras in hand stumbled on eachother. "Fuck you Gray, why do you always try to get on me everytime we are on a field mission." The redhead with a pair of glasses groaned as he tried to push Gray off of him. His name was Kelvin. Kelvin's glasses had a crack on the left one of the two thick frames and on a closer look, one would know that it had been there for long.

Gray looked at me with a questioning expression. "Someone? Who?" he asked. "I don't know him, but Maudy said his name is Ramon," I replied. Then, to my surprise, Gray grabbed my hand and led me towards a parked car not far from the lot. He seemed agitated, pushing me quite forcefully into the car before getting in himself. He gripped the steering wheel tightly as he started the car, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere between us. "Gray, did I do something wrong? You're driving so fast," I said, feeling uneasy in his presence. He suddenly slammed on the brakes, pulling over to the side of the road.

came my intentional whimper, a deceptive play to sell the intimacy of the position. I spared a brief look for Amon, who remained unconscious. Then, locking eyes with the intruder again, I barked fiercely: "Get the hell out!" An oppressive silence fell. Beneath the surface, my hands shook violently against Amon's shoulders, and my heart raced at a dangerous, life-threatening speed. Then, the real threat entered. Gray—the ruthless woman seeking to undermine Amon—stepped into the room. The moment she crossed the threshold, Amon's loyal employees were forced to their knees by tall, broad-shouldered guards. "Take the picture… quickly!" Gray snapped toward the hired cameraman.

But before that, Gray appears again like a little demon designed solely to make things worse. "You two need to loosen up," he shouts over the music, “There’s snow in the bathroom, in case you want a pick-me-up. Don’t do too much, though.” Bram’s body goes cold and tense on my back, so I’m pretty sure that’s a no. “I’m not going near coke again,” Bram lets him know. Gray stops for a second and realizes it was kind of insensitive, given Bram’s circumstances, “You shouldn’t either.” “I just did a tiny bump. You don’t have to worry about me, I can handle myself,” Gray responds, then proceeds to grab Bram’s shoulder and bring him closer, “Go dance with your girl. I’ll bring you your drinks.”

His face softened and I hurried to him and he wrapped me in his arms. " I can't believe I mind linked. That's never happened before." I exclaimed. Ben and Daniel exchanged glances but I didn't make a deal of it. They probably just thought it was abit weird. "Alpha we should probably be heading back now." Daniel said to which Ben nodded in agreement. They changed again into their wolf forms as that would get us back alot quicker. Rachel was already on Daniels back holding onto his fur tightly as he began to run through the forest followed by me on Ben's back. I held onto him like my life depended on it.