Wade Grey Novels & Stories

His cologne. She looked up to him slowly and her eyes locked with his eyes that looked charcoal grey today. He wore a black suit and his tie was a deep blue that made his eyes appear even almost colder. She swallowed feeling tense. “Miss Hamon,” he greeted. “Mr. Wade,” she replied, her throat suddenly dry. “Um… hi.” He nodded once, eyes sweeping briefly around the modest living room behind her. “May I come in?” Nardine appeared before Rosa could answer. “I suppose we don’t have much choice, do we?” she said icily, stepping aside.

Twins from what I hear. Speaking of twins. Our newest council member, Grey Andrews, is joining the meeting after his dad retired. His twin, Wes, is salty to say the least. Grey is someone I could do without. He has this whole military thing going on and thinks he’s king shit. He’s trying desperately to get me to let him in and I’m not budging. “No!” I growl. “Why not?” Everyone else at this table has been there? I think I should be allowed to see it.” Grey growls.

Across the ocean, another storm brews. Wade sits in his private study, draped in velvet shadows and cigar smoke. The room reeks of power and menace—mahogany shelves stacked with books he never reads, trophies of hunts he never finished, weapons displayed like art. He leans back in his chair, a glass of whiskey balanced lazily in his hand, his grin stretched cruel and satisfied. On the desk lies his phone, the call just ended. He laughs, a low, malicious sound that rattles the quiet. “The Vallerand prince,” Wade says mockingly, tossing the phone onto the desk. “He almost got him. Almost.”

Everyone was happy. Wade came walking towards Dara. Suddenly the clouds thundered. Dara ran towards Wade and pushed him away. The lightening stuck Dara. “Dara!” Wade shouted and ran towards the place where the lightening stuck. It was all destroyed at that place. Nothing but ashes. “Dara!” Wade cried endlessly and picked up the ashes. Ellen came running towards him and held him tight. They both cried. Months passed. Everyone lived happy together. The sacrifice of William changed what couldn’t be changed years ago. Wade lost his closest friend and the one whom he had loved all his life, as it is said that you can’t achieve without losing something.

It didn't matter how much she wished she had the power or the courage to go against what her Alpha wanted in this situation; she just couldn't be confident that she had either. When they arrived at the house, Noah's father was already there, waiting for them. Diego Grayson was slender despite his height. His dark brown hair was styled in a short cut. When he gazed at her, his eyes, which were stony gray and unyielding, were as cold as stone. His wife stood behind him with troubled expression in her blue eyes. The height difference between Vivian Grayson and her spouse was minimal. Noah pushed Gwen through the barrier as she smiled nervously and gave him a shove.

It was still concerning to me that he was sedated most of the day, but he was clear-headed enough to be my alley in this. “So, you’re here,” Wade’s voice drifted towards me. I sipped my drink, ignoring him. “Where’s your whore?” I smirked looking at him. He had a cast on his arm and his left leg, leaning on his crutch. One of his eyes was still swollen and his scowl looked a little lopsided. “Wade, I heard about your accident,” I said easily. “Should I sign your cast?” Mordecai snickered, “No fighting before dinner. It’s not nice to beat up a cripple.”

"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

He turned his head side by side at the mirror one last time, checking his appearance before grabbing everything he needs and finally walked out of his room. Wade was already waiting at the living room. He’s wearing a suit with an almost identical design, save for the body chain. He’s busy on his phone but as soon as Klyde stepped down the stairs, his head whipped to look at him. Klyde met his eyes as he walked down, never straying. A weird kind of tension settled on them, heavy for some reason. Wade’s expression is blank as he watched him, something unreadable brewing in his eyes that Klyde can’t tell. When he reached the floor, he stood a safe distance away from the alpha, still meeting his

“I have a gift waiting for you at the bathroom. Before you scream for help, I suggest you check it out… unless of course you want more of my gifts waiting for you.” With that, he left, leaving the lock of hair behind. Trembling, I grabbed the item and got off the bed. I slowly walked toward the bathroom, dreading to find out what gift he could possibly think of giving me. There were no words to describe what I felt when I opened the bathroom door and found Gwen’s lifeless body there. The sensations and emotions that rushed through me at that moment were more than I could handle. My throat felt so dry, I couldn’t even scream. I just retreated to a corner, terrified, realizing that no matter h

“Let's talk.” I dried my eyes with my other palm and followed June and Evelyn to the three nights inn. It was less rowdy than the city. Today sucked. I finished my beer in a swig and took another mug. “Allow me to introduce my mate Gwen, his name is June.” She introduced the gentleman with a smile. He was tall, he had fair radiant skin, blue eyes and a pointy nose. He was a very handsome beta wolf. But I couldn't even pretend to be pleased. I was in a very terrible shape at the moment, and I didn't care to meet anyone new. “I'm Gwen.” I replied taking longer sips of alcohol. We were all silent, the atmosphere was awkward. I was still sober but I badly wished to get drunk. But what I saw was