The Grey Novel Novels & Stories

POV DARLENE The "Liminal North" was no longer a dreamscape; it was a theater of the dying. As the fourteen beams of black light pierced the violet-grey dawn, the air began to thicken, not with the ozone of the Foundry, but with the metallic, coppery scent of a slaughterhouse that had been left in the sun. The Grey Pack warriors, only just freed from their silver stasis, were not howling in victory. They were clutching their throats, their iridescent fur turning a dull, sickly ochre as the Original Hunger began to pulse from across the Great Divide.

JESSICA’S POV The Grey Mist was as grey as it claimed to be. It was not merely weather, it was a bodily burden, a heavy rating of cloudy silver and ash, which almost seemed to absorb sound and light. It was a neutral ground, where the laws of the packs were laid aside, but it seemed to be rather a grave-yard. My ankle clashed in a sickening pop. "Ah!" I screamed, my knees sinking in the wet, mossy soil. The agony was like a white-hot needle piercing my leg.

Was that how extremely jobless people were? The blonde exhaled through her lips. She had heard enough. Just when she proceeded to close the door, the female with a high pitched voice spoke up. “That’s no surprise there. Do you know what Nova Grey was known as back in the days? A husband snatcher. Sources have it that she stole her best friend’s fiancé, ruined their weeding and broke up with the poor man about a month later.”

I kept my sights forward before seeing the two women looking down at me with wide grins. Lydia. I shouldn't be surprised considering I was a product of cheating death and yet seeing her stand so callously over what was about to be a bloodbath, I was distracted long enough by her presence to ignore that detail. My feet came to the steps on the east side of the cage as a mindless Grey circled inside. Like a wild animal recently caged, he was assessing his surroundings with only his human features reminding me of the man he could be. His claws remained prominent, now stained with blood while the same evidence of murder came to his neck and his upper cheek, becoming a nightmare for a sleep I was

But still… That evening, Gwen gathered us all in the living room to go through Grey’s old photos, mementos, and everything that reminded us of him. She had laid out the pictures in neat rows, and as we looked at each one, she spoke about them with fondness and admiration. Grey had been a scholar, a tech expert, and a man who loved books. He had received so many awards over the years. Vivian seemed fascinated by everything Gwen was saying, hanging on her every word. I, on the other hand, already knew most of these things. Anthony looked annoyed, as if he wanted to be anywhere but there.

Alec's hand found mine, our fingers intertwining as we stood side by side, watching and waiting. Then, the figure shifted in a swirl of shadow, and my heart skipped a beat as I recognized his face, "Grey?" Alec asked, drawing closer. Alec's grip on my hand tightened, his gaze unwavering as he watched Grey approach. “Something wrong?” Grey looked between us and scoffed. “Don’t look like I’m coming to announce a war.” “Are you?” Alec asked. “With our luck–” “I’m coming to see my grandson,” Grey shook his head and clapped Alec on his shoulder. “And I have no news of war. Though I cannot speak for the messenger, I passed on the road.”

I looked up to the brown pair of eyes, Grey was staring intensely at my face with his a darkened face. “Who the fuck let you cry!?” he stomped past me and dragged me grabbing my right hand. I followed him wordlessly, tears slipping down my cheek. He lets me sit on the couch, taking a seat across from me. “What's wrong?” his kind voice ask me, I shook my head not daring to see those eyes. “Scarlet! Is it Liam!?” “Noooo, bits that book” I point towards the book that sits at the table. Grey confusedly stare at the book probably thinking why a book can make me sob like a baby.

I said, my voice echoing off the wet brick walls. ​"No," Julian said, his eyes flashing with a sudden, sharp intensity. "There is a man. A 'Eraser' in the Grey Sector. He specializes in removing Board tech from people who don't want to be found. But he doesn't take money. He takes 'Time'." ​We emerged into the Grey Sector. This wasn't the 2026 of glass skyscrapers and holographic ads. This was the old city—gritty, smelling of fried oil and ozone, where the streetlights flickered with a dying orange glow.

The Grey Dawn was a landscape of erasure. Within an hour of the Dead Moon’s descent, the vibrant North had been reduced to a sketch. The violet lilies, the sapphire-glass towers, and even the gold-veined furs of the pack warriors were losing their definition. It was as if a great, divine eraser were being dragged across the horizon, leaving behind only the cold, scentless static of the void.

This is an Omnibus! Featuring: Book One: The Lycan King's Perfect Revenge - Tristan and Iris’s Story Book Two: The Lycan King's Blind Mate - Rhys and Thea's Story Book Three: The Lycan King's Cruel Judgment - Jack and Esme's Story Book 1: The night Tristan finds out his beloved wife betrayed him with another man, he's heartbroken but Tristan is a man totally in love with his wife, so he forgives her and begs her to come back to him. But on the night she was supposed to give birth to their child, she chose to commit suicide, killing herself and the unborn baby. Before she died, she told Tristan that she had fallen completely in love with the other man, Ethan and would rather di