Shades Of Grey Novels & Stories

“Would we be able to identify the Shadow?” “Shadows have a grey Aura, in the worse cases black. The issue is their aura changes with their moods. They have unstable magic. If they are thinking thoughts of light their aura will appear white. This makes them hard to find at times. But I wouldn’t want us to find it. Not until we are prepared.”

Jon snorted in amusement. That little conversation on colors paved the way to small chatter. Mostly on the superior color. "Purple is better. You can see purple." Jon pointed out, firm on his stance. "Elaine would agree." Wild gave a wolfish grin. "I can hardly see purple. It's more blue than purple." He retorted to Jon. "But you still see it, that's the point." Wild's tail thumped against the dashboard and the door as he fully faced his "opponent". "Blue still overshadows purple. Therefore, blue is still superior." Jon smiled back. "Fine, what about shades. Can you see shades?" Wild nodded immediately. "Black, white, grey, the whole shady spectrum." Jon raised a brow. "Really? Great! Black

"Excuse me?" Grey took a step forward, stepping out of the shadow as he glared at me. "I said you look pathetic," he repeated, walking toward me with a predatory grace. "Walking around my palace, humming like a schoolgirl, grinning at the walls. It’s nauseating." "It’s called happiness, Grey," I said, my voice sharp. "I know it’s a foreign concept to you, like mercy or loyalty, but some of us are capable of feeling it."

A sharp gasp tore through the room. I felt it too, the shock hitting before my mind could fully process what I was seeing. His eyes weren’t the same anymore. The familiar darkness was gone, replaced by something unnatural, something that didn’t belong. They shone white at first, pale and almost blinding under the light, before slowly….slowly…something darker began to creep back in. Until what remained was neither one nor the other. Grey. A hollow, unnatural grey that sent a chill straight through me. The murmurs erupted now, louder, filled with confusion, fear, disbelief.

I conclude as they stood up with a corresponding 'Yes Boss' I go out of the room and go to my room to take a warm bath and rest for the rest of the day. It's going to be busy starting tomorrow. Somehow, Vallen's face shows up on my mind. I kinda miss the old times when we're still oblivious to all of this stuff. The fight, the argument, and the hatred tire me down both mentally and physically but I can't let go of this hate since that's all I got. I also still have to think about Shallow Rail which somehow hasn't been talked about since this mess started. The code and everything is a big whole mess that's giving headaches to all the internal members. There seems to be a neverending problem g

Into the different colours making the smile form over his face. Wearing a shirt and pants filled with many beautiful colours as he stares down at it with no word coming out from his mouth. Red, yellow, green orange, purple-blue and indigo circle around into the ring as it slowly circles around his hand. Making it bring closer to his face as it moves along with the tip of his finger. Just then the colours start to get mixed with one another making him freeze watching it slowly turn to the light shade of grey as it turns darker and darker than before. Finally forming into the dark brown.

When I tapped on one of them, I became shocked looking at Issac grey. This man I met just a while ago! The alliance, the guy she was talking about on the phone is none other than Kiara's maths teacher, Mr. Grey! Ahh, why this only has to happen to me? __

“Just get his number please. No other information or browsing. We need to stay off the radar. These people… they’re with the government. I told you. We need to be ghosts.” She nodded, acknowledging my concern, but there was still that playful smile on her face. Her fingers tapped rapidly on the screen, and after a moment, she nodded again. “Got it,” she announced, her eyes lighting up with success. I leaned in, glancing at the screen. A stern, square-jawed face stared back at me. “Barrister Gabriel, aka the Greyhound,” she read, a note of admiration in her voice. “He’s known for winning the toughest cases… and he’s Adrian’s lawyer.”

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

Sienna adjusted the collar of her blouse as she stood in front of the small group of women seated in folding chairs. A banner hung behind her, the freshly printed letters reading: Lucia Foundation – Hope Beyond the Shadows. Natalia stood off to the side, clipboard in hand, giving her an encouraging nod. “You’ve got this,” Natalia whispered. Sienna smiled, then took a breath and stepped forward. “Thank you all for coming today. I know how hard it can be to walk into a room like this. I’ve been where you are. Caught in a world that told me silence was survival.”