Shades Of Grey Novels & Stories

" That last conversation after my near death experience created and birthed a whole new me. That experience changed me for life. My hair is a testimony. I gently tugged at the tips and admired the color under the autumn afternoon sunlight. Blue definitely is my color. It was my shade. The trees were already turning a dim sea green and yellow everywhere preparing for the winter. The quicker we could get things over with, the faster everything would return back to normal. At least that is what I hope would happen. I mean that is what is supposed to happen right?. Sue me for wishing for Utopia!. I knew I was done here the moment I heard footsteps behind me. I didn't want to be seen having a bre

I tracked him across the floor, but before I could go to him, another presence claimed the room. Neil. He strode onto the stage seemingly more his true self. His eyes were still under an illusion, but they weren't the standard color. They were grey. I knew now from having talked to him about quite a few things, that Gray was actually his natural eye color. And because it was such an unnatural color among werewolves, he had a glamor for it. He was polished for the eyes of every witch and werewolf, making his mixed heritage known plainly. His suit was deep midnight, dotted with rubies in the style of witches, his tie silver, and the combination made him look every bit the keynote speaker for t

She seems hesitant but before I can say otherwise, she turns her back to me and fully lifts her shirt up to the nape of her neck, keeping the front pulled down but exposing her entire back to me and what I see takes my breath away. Instead of the standard black or white feathers, she has grey for the base and intermingled throughout the feathers, the artist has blended shades of purple into the grey. The effect is amazing, along with the intricate details making them look like real feathers, and I am unable to hold myself back from touching them.

He stood tall, his eyes fixed on the encroaching shadows, as the Forest Shades encircled him with their haunting presence. Their forms were ethereal, their figures shifting and blending with the darkness. Their eyes, a piercing shade of emerald, seemed to possess a wisdom that transcended mortal understanding. Prince Edon, his heart heavy with the weight of his impending doom, knew deep within his soul that he possessed no power over the formidable Forest Shades. The realization that he might meet his end in this forbidding place filled his mind with a mixture of resignation and determination.

And I couldn't ask for more as a girl who escaped the clutches of monsters. My entreaties, my tears, my whispers of prayer..... everything mingles into one as I desperately wished that I wouldn't be found by that monster. Rose's POV: Throughout our life, we come across many odds, many reflections. Different shades of color, different shades. The blues of miseries, the red of passion and our life that is indulged in black and white. We live in everything that is grey. Grey that is the color of dreams, the color of nightmares.

Lauren wished she could go out there and play with them, but she was too old now. A movement to the left caught her eye and she saw a little orange Gremlin driving slowly up the street toward the cul- de-sac. She couldn’t see the driver but it seemed like the car slowed for a moment in front of her house, but maybe it was her imagination. Lauren strained to see where the car went, but the leaves were too thick and it disappeared out of her sight. “Nobody who lives here has a car like that,” she said. She didn’t usually care about stuff like cars, but an orange Gremlin stood out.

Chapter: 24. ****** The misty forest canopy blocked the afternoon sun, which was now at its lowest point, and cast an eerie light over the trees and the ground, which glittered like polished black obsidian. Shadows stretched long and sinuous as they snaked their way between trees, hiding behind rocks and bushes and even the barest hint of a fallen leaf. It took several minutes for the thick blanket to fade away, leaving a patchwork of color in its wake. The sky above the forest remained a clear azure with a few puffy white clouds floating slowly overhead, but beyond the treetops, the world had become a vast array of shades of grey, from deep cobalt blue to pal

The murky water laps up and almost touches the soles of my shoes. The dark gray stones of the shore are wet with a thick gelatinous coating, making them slippery under my feet. I shuffle back slightly to avoid letting its poison get too close. One drop could kill me. The landscape is dead and soft at the edges. There is no bright white here, there is no pure black either. Just a world composed of shades of gray. Purgatory.

Sage replies with a nod. "What is it?" "In betwen its eyes," Sage mutters. They all nod and get to it while they work to end it. We just wanted her, not you all. Is that too much to ask for? the voice wails. "She is ours, not yours." | Grayson and Sage tighten their jaws with hardened eyes. The end the duplicates of the shadow, and when the shadow finally turns to look at them, its eyes are redder than even the colour red. It does not stop saying things that makes Grayson murderous.

When I got home that evening Matteo's front door was unlocked the way it always was when he knew I was coming and I pushed it open and stopped. Grey was standing in the middle of the living room in a white shirt that was no longer white in any meaningful sense. Red and blue and yellow and green covered the fabric in smudges and splatters and streaks, the kind of comprehensive paint coverage that suggested not one but many hours of enthusiastic if not entirely skilled artistic effort. His hair was slightly pushed back. There was a smear of blue paint on his cheek. He looked up when I came in and the expression on his face was something I had not seen on it before. He looked content.