The Grey Novel Novels & Stories

Forgiven. My ghost hovered in that ice-cold courtyard, nearly frozen through. On New Year's Eve, fireworks cracked and boomed outside, painting the night sky in bursts of blinding gold and various colors. From the manor windows, the display was spectacular. But inside, the holiday dinner was a tomb—silent and stagnant. Father sat at the head of the table. Before him were two place settings. One was for Matthew.

''Have you finally moved on from your humiliation in our last war? This position was familiar with the battle at Hearth. Ryder had also cornered Grey in their laboratory. Grey wasn't yet a fighter or a conjurer back then, just a normal scientist who only knew how to wield science and technology. That was why Ryder decided that he wouldn't kill him. He diverted his focus on the Shadows that Hearth released. However, Grey took advantage of Ryder's soft heart back then. He summoned Absinthe and the rest was history. ''You're provoking the wrong people. You should be telling that to your bosses,'' Leison answered.

Centuries have passed and that girl, even when it's tough for me to concede, is probably dead. Thus, another girl, a grown-up lady is always appearing. This dilemma has been present for ever since year 2018 started, goddamn it! I paved my way through the Italian bar. The entrance was covered with beautiful and pink flowers with the neon letters La Fleur. You wouldn't expect that inside it was a bar full of monsters doing drugs, sex, and feeding on people. I saw a familiar man coming out of the counter and making his way to me. I grinned at him and nodded, letting my red pupil show – a way to greet your co-vampires. He did the same too.

-Come on, the princess agreed, calling her favorite knit socks. The corridors fork in the castle. There is a plethora of new, shiny doors in each. The roads lead upwards, they have turns, stairs that go down, corridors ... Torches on the walls light up and cast flickering lights. Still, there are more half-shadows than lighted places. There is no torch burning in one area. There is an old, very dusty door, covered with a thick layer of cobwebs. A set of strange symbols appear udder the cobwebs. The cat unleashes his sword and cuts the cobwebs.

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."

The carriage gave a lurch forward as the black stallions started their trek toward the dreary castle once more. It snowed on the way the trees dusted with fresh white powder and the mountains gleamed in the sun. The cold air did not bother me instead it rejuvenated my energy and I felt at home. This landscape was my home. The castle was not my home however. It’s obsidian walls and towers were a dark reminder that this was not meant to be. This land was not supposed to be so empty and dark. The carriage creaked as it rolled onto the only bridge that crossed The Divide leading to the castles main gates. I shuddered whatever had made that scaring crevice was not natural. Emma hid her head in my

“Grace, these tattoo numbers have similarities to another case - the sequence of numbers, if you can see what I mean. We therefore suspect that these three Iubas, together with their offspring, burst into the sixth birthday of a little girl fifteen years ago. " Suddenly I was freezing and that had absolutely nothing to do with the weather. "What are you saying?" “Back then, the venator profession was still in its infancy. There were far too few hunters to master the problem. I know your story, I read the files from back then and know that not all descendants of this pack could be eliminated. " Look, Gracy, the funny dog. I called it plush because it looks so plush. My fingers tightened on th

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.

He rushed straight to me, his hands shaking as he grabbed my shoulders to steady me. “Oh thank Goddess you're alive,” Grey whispered, his eyes watering. “I wasn't sure... I didn't know if we’d make it in time.” I smiled weakly. “Takes more than a dungeon to kill me,” I rasped, though my voice sounded like sandpaper. Grey chuckled low, wiping his eyes. “Come on, everything is already prepared,” he urged. Finally, we got in and fuck! Everything inside was perfect. This place was arranged like a safe house.

And then she left. The room felt colder without her, despite the late afternoon sun pouring through the windows. I stared at the door, at the now-quiet hallway beyond it. My mind reeled. Grey had killed his brother. Accident or not, how could he carry that? How could he look me in the eye and smile? Touch my belly and speak softly to the future without the weight of the past haunting him? I stood, pacing. My thoughts tangled into a storm I couldn’t outrun. A knock at the door froze me in place.