Shades Of Grey 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.

ZANE’S POV “I love you too, Zane,” she replied as she stared at me with glassy eyes. I set my empty glass down on the tray and stared back at her across the low table. The last of the fish and rice was gone. Outside the villa the sky had shifted into soft evening colors, pale gold melting into rose and then into a deeper blue at the edges. The lagoon reflected every change. The water that had been bright turquoise earlier now held longer shadows and a quieter surface.

MIKEY’s POV Michelle and I were hitting it off pretty good and I was very focused on her. ‘Maybe I am not entirely Gay.’ I thought as I stared at how she wiggled her waist. “Michelle.. You are very pretty and those eyes.. Michelle.. Argh.” I moaned softly and she chuckled. “You are so easy, Mikey.” I nodded. “I guess I am and a lot of people have used that against me.. They always want to use me for my goodness and I just keep letting them.. It is draining, you know.”

I couldn’t comprehend the amount of information I had that day. I could see the entrance getting closer, as a shadow stepped out from the doors as my vision blurred, and I fell. I had nothing left in me; the darkness cascaded down around me as I was dragged into the abyss.

My mom had been captured by rogues for the sole purpose of using and abusing the red wolf’s power, and Grey was determined that it would never happen again. ‘I can’t make any promises.’ Grey replied. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. My wolf was unique. Although mostly black, his paws and a stripe on his chest were a dark red color. The color was so dark it almost looked black, but when the sun shined off of it, you could see the red hue to it. Grey liked to joke that it made him more powerful. I was certain it made him more of a jackass.

The Bloodmoon Pack’s territory pulsed with an uneasy stillness as the group moved deeper into its forest, the towering pack house a distant silhouette against the pre-dawn sky. The first rays of dawn struggled to pierce the dense canopy, casting faint golden streaks across the earth. Aurora Wildheart’s jet-black wolf form glided through the underbrush, her silver eyes gleaming with heightened awareness. The sinister energy she, Maya, and Kira had sensed upon entering the territory—a cold, clawing presence—surged stronger now, wrapping around her like a suffocating mist. The mission to uncover the Nightshade Pack’s secrets had taken on a visceral urgency, and the forest itself seemed to hum w

"she said. ''Why I mean if he has a talent then why not to show to world,''I questioned Tani totally shocked by new information about him.The man had different shades . ''He paints for himself only not for public attention.. this is the only thing he keeps for his personal space''she answered. "I am wondering now.."I threw my hands in air getting up to join Tani. "Come this way..I'll show you ghe gallery first then rest of the house.."she made her way to one of the glass doors . The walls in the whole house painted either grey or white.I guessed he had some sour taste with other vibrant living colours. We reached to a gallery which was full of dark.Nicola switched on the light and I was me

Melanie’s POV I frowned in confusion. Orange was becoming listless on my lap so I let go of him and he was all too happy to jump away. “What do you mean by shade of gray?” I asked. "This girl, the hypothetical one, seems to be the kind of person that sees life in black and white while the boy lives in the gray area," she said. “Is that a bad thing?” I asked.

I don't care if anyone sees me or if I end up on the news my anger will never let this man go free. "Listen, dude, I didn't come here to play. I came here for answers. Now quit playing and tell me what being a grey wolf means." His smile isn't there anymore, he looks as confused as ever. "I'm not playing with you Chloe, you were born a grey werewolf. Your father was a grey werewolf, you're a grey werewolf. Grey werewolves are more powerful than regular werewolves, grey wolves are also the only breed of werewolves to not be controlled by the moon. You all can turn at will and it won't even hurt." He chuckles. "Y'all are lucky bastards."

I throw on my jacket, and Susan pops a question. "What shade of grey is that, though?" I am on the verge of replying to the famous movie fifty shades of grey, but I stop myself. "This is mink. It goes well with green and black." "I honestly don't know how you do it, girl," Susan mutters. Her eyes are coated with slight admiration.