Shades Of Grey Novels & Stories

Marina By one-thirty, I’ve officially changed outfits three times, cursed at my reflection twice, and stood by the window for a solid ten minutes like some suburban spy. The car is late. Of course it is. Because when you say yes to a sketchy, no-details, high-pay job that requires discretion, naturally they send a car that looks like it belongs in a mafia movie. Blacked-out windows. Sleek. Quiet. The kind of car that makes my whole street look suddenly seedier.

The room was unfamiliar, tastefully decorated in shades of grey and white. The room I found myself in was a masterclass in understated masculine elegance. The color palette was a symphony of cool greys and crisp whites, punctuated by accents of deep charcoal and rich espresso brown. Sunlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows adorned with gauzy white sheers, casting a soft, diffused glow across the space.

Again. There were bright yellow shades levitating above her head, a dim of red and grey. And for some unknown reason, as crazy as that may sound, I thought I could actually…explain what the colors meant. Bright yellow for nature. Grey, dark and pigmented. Jealousy. And the red, a little touch of anger.

He has been telling me the same words ever since I found out about my shadow eye ability. Tell that to me when you can explain why our shadow were gray. I hissed. My wolf never knew the reason behind it, too. Both of us tried our best to be strong, to be what we are now, but we never knew why our shadows keep showing the same shade. Gray. Gray is for the weak. I am weak, but where? What part of me is? I sighed and closed my eyes. I sensed Brent coming closer, he is my Beta. “What do you want?”

Grey walked into the room totally ignoring Maya as he took off his coat, left with only his dove grey shirt, and coated jeans. Maya stood up from the chair, noting his presence in the already dark room, dimly lit up by the incandescent bulbs covered by a triangular glass on the wall. She realized it was dusk already.

Dull shadows started to crawl over the scenes, depleting the dynamic colors of the Crystal Scope. Cassie’s assurance was immovable. “The adjust of colors is in danger.” Birch’s eyes checked the blurring tints, looking for the source of the infringing obscurity. “We must discover the cause and restore the dynamic harmony.” We taken after the path of blurring colors to a cavern covered up underneath the Prism Expanse. There, we gone up against a being known as the Shade caster, a animal of haziness that sought to quench the vibrant tones.

Else. Something. Darker.

The white lights, lingering above, glared through dirty glass of their bulbs, flooding the grey single tables, the grey food, and the grey floor below awash, seemingly revealing all. The spoons were grey, the plates were grey, and the chairs were grey. Everything was grey. The engineer's eyes were grey, his standard issue shirt and trousers were grey, and a few grey hairs sat in the overgrown ,bushy ginger cloud which lay atop his head. His sallow skin, once tanned and always flushing red, now held a grey hue. The bags under his eyes, however, were a staunch black.

I respond. He looks at his phone “Hmm, let’s see. It says if your favorite color is grey, it’s because you don’t like attracting attention to yourself. You choose neutral colors to blend in. Grey can indicate a balanced, intelligent personality who is a good problem solver. In some cases, grey is associated with technology, social media, and modern solutions.” He looks up at me. “So that means you hate attracting attention, you’re smart and love technology?” It sounds like he’s asking me. I shrug my shoulders. “I guess that is true. I do tend to avoid attracting attention to myself unless I’m on the runway… Let’s see I have a degree in web design so that does mean technology. I don’t believe

Kaelen commanded. The Shadow-Guards fanned out, their shields overlapping. From the alleyways, the Grey-Walkers drifted out in silence. They didn't use swords; they lunged with fingers that looked like sharpened quills. I watched in horror as a Shadow-Guard to my left was touched by a Grey-Walker’s shroud. He didn't bleed. He simply turned grey. His armor, his horse, and his face faded into a dull, charcoal sketch before dissolving into a pile of fine ash.