The Gray Ones Novels & Stories

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice. Gray is standing on the left side of a semicircle made up of him, Cordelia and Bo, with cordelia being in the middle, a few yards just ahead of us. Gray’s holding a long thick metal link chain in his hands, conversing with the two. Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation.

"Are they rogues?" This bunch was much smaller, but even more aggressive as they attacked from different corners, the pitiful gate dismantled as I thought it would be. Fire spreads abroad from an unknown source, the towers destroyed, left as only a reminder of what was. "No, that is the monster that kept killing your men." Grayson answers his voice grating and low. "What?" My voice filters from my mouth as a whispher, fear seeping in as to what to do now. "They're the human hybrid. A new specises of wolves."

“They’re trying to get me to follow them.” “Yes, you can trust the ones I listed. What color are the eyes of the ones who are trying to get you to follow them?” “I don’t know!” Gray yelled. “I ran from them.” I sighed. “When they catch up to you, you’ll see one has brown eyes and the smaller one has purple eyes. Go with them. They’re there to keep you safe from the others.” “Wolves?” I couldn’t blame her for being skeptical. “Yes. Trust me, Gray. They’ll help you if you let them.”

Verias rolled his eyes up into his head as he moaned aloud at the memory. Reimus had taken a few cautious steps back. Looking from Gray to the camp. Sure that by now the wolves had either heard or scented them. When Verias opened his eyes, he was nose to nose with Gray. Who stood several inches taller than him and substantially thicker. “I’m not scared of you, Gray. You wanna make that girl squeal too, we can share. Reimus and are real good at sharing.” “Good.” Gray said. “You can share this.”

Orathe's POV Gray and I stood in a depression deep within the Dark Forest, gazing at the scattered white bones exposed at the bottom of the pit. In the dim night, they emitted a chilling aura. Gray remained silent, while I offered a nearly imperceptible smile at the sight of the skull. "Mom, he..." Gray finally spoke, his voice a whisper.

He got to the entrance and stood, not wanting Carl, Damon, and Kelvin to find out about Lucian and the other guys, or even about Willow's sudden health issues. With Gray still standing outside when Norman and Evelyn walked up to him, he shook his head, stared at them, and looked away. “Mr. Gray?” Norman called with a calm voice, staring at Gray. Gray hissed and walked away from them, not caring or wanting to hear whatever they had to say, as he doesn't actually care for it. Norman and Evelyn don't seem to know much about Gray. Going through the internet only showed them something and not all of it. Gray's ruthlessness is shown to anyone, whether Mafia or not; anyone who acts arrogantly arou

“Remember I told you there was a family of shifters, but they can take any shape?” Cassy stared at me. “You mean that Mallory can shift ito a tiger?” “Georgie, I am going to kill your youngest!” Mrs. Graycort came down the stairs already on her phone, followed by Mina and Mal. “I am so sorry! I thought you were Kam! I was just trying to scare him, Mrs. Graycort!” Mal followed Mrs. Graycort, who waved her off and away. Mina was trying not to giggle. “Sorry. Hi,” she said, noticing my cousins.

But I brush it off since I'm still busy with the competition of the team's operation system. After everything's done, every other problem that follows just fell into place a long time. But what worries me is that there was a report that Grey Howl's preparation is almost complete or maybe it already is. This puts me and the others on a high alert. "Dammit, one problem done, another shows up. I fuckin hate my life." I mumbled as I got out of my office to the meeting hall. Today, we are going to discuss the countermeasure that we had to take to fight against Grey Howl. We can't afford to lose since this is an all-out war.

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.”