Warriors Graystripe Novels & Stories

"Fine. But if anything like tonight happens again, we're gonna have a fucking problem." "I'll make sure to pass that on." War leans forward, shaking Gray's hand like he's sealing some trivial deal. Then he takes another swig from his glass, throwing a lazy glance around the room. "I guess you could stay if you'd like. The strippers are 'bout to come back out, and they give a solid blowjob."

In the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of brown hair and crystal blue eyes, I turned around to see Alpha Grayson surrounded by around ten warriors, his face expressionless as he walked with them, heading towards one of the black vehicles. I walked towards him, my heart beating faster the more I got closer to him. My feet carried me across to where he stood, and my stomach flipped a little bit as I stopped around a couple of feet away from him and the warriors. I knew deep inside me I would truly miss him, but I'm happy he would get the treatment he would need to be a much stronger Alpha. He was talking to a few of the warriors, his expressionless face staring off at them before he stopped an

"You rang, Goddess Kiema?" I snorted. Right. Goddess. Kiema raised a single, dark brow. "Can you tell these lovely people who you are and who I am, pretty please?" Graysten smiled. "I'm Graysten. Captain of the Wardens. This is Kiema, Goddess of -" "Not all of that crap, Graysten. No one cares about that stuff. Just the, you know, good stuff," Kiema said. She waved the big man on. She smiled at me again.

I need mind-numbing cowboy work. "So we heard about you and Mike... I mean your mates and what went down. Our pack supported your pack's position and wrote a strongly worded letter to the new Alpha from your mates' old pack. Our Alpha basically stated that if it came to war, we would aid the Gray pack as best as we could. We aren't a very wealthy pack in money or numbers... but... You get it. We just wanted you to know we didn't agree with how that shit went down," Larry says as he grows more and more uncomfortable. I nod and pat Jasmine's hindquarters to keep myself from growling.

Gray stood in his kitchen in a pair of boxers, fixing dinner for Alyssa. She’d wake up soon and he knew she’d be starved. Hell, he was. Someone knocked at the back door before it swung open. Stripes walked in. He glanced around and then headed straight for the refrigerator. “I see you’re still alive.” Gray shook his head. His guard was as much a talker as he was. “I am.” “Did you talk to her about mating? Giving you some cubs and maybe getting some of these assholes off our backs?” Stripes asked, holding a can of soda in his hand and popping it open with the flick of a finger.

"Be careful, son; We cannot burn bridges at this critical moment. Warriors from the Silvermere pack are the finest breeds of Warriors to ever exist, and Thorne knows this. Maybe he wants to be cuddled and begged…" "Do I look like I'm in the mood to cuddle anyone who isn't Maya?" I interrupted my grandfather. "He's your friend. You had best talk to him; otherwise, he'll pay with his blood this time. Every pack in the White Mountain Region belongs to me. I own their warriors, too; I should not be begging and cuddling to have my warriors come fight for me." The place crackled with tension until Gamma Darius broke it. "What about Maya's ritual with the captured Ferals?" Darius asked. "Is she mak

Gray turned to look at me and he snorted, “You think I care about what these people think?” “You should care. You are the alpha! You represent Ever Moon now!” I emphasis, “And Nigel came here as the ambassador from Shadow Valley. Are you trying to start a war?!” A vein twitched on Gray’s forehead. Just when I thought I had called some rationality back to him, he sneered, “Regina, I will burn down this entire world if necessary.” I could tell that he meant business. “…Gray, let him go,” I insisted. Gray casted a sullen look at me and finally released Nigel, who fell on the floor shivering like a scared animal.

I was head over heels for him and there is a difference when I know he feels the same too. I don't keep him away much longer from his planning, going out to walk around the barracks, watching as the men and women trained. I find it fascinating that Grayson has taught his men how to separate the consciousness of their wolves from themselves. With their wolves in tow, our little band of misfits seemed more enormous and strong. Wolves jump and navigate obstacles, moving as lithe as cats. Gerzi watches over the lumbering wolves, sitting on his hind legs, nose set to the air haughtily and I swear if he wasn't born into royalty, he could easily pass as one.

He looked like a Spirit wolf. The Gamma launched at him, but Damien successfully dodged. The Gamma attacked again, and Damien dodged. They were at it for a while with Damien dodging every attack. It was clear Alex didn't want to hurt him. Getting frustrated he turned to mist to attack, but Damien did something no spirit wolf had ever done before. He stood on his hind legs, grabbed the head of the mist and pinned it down. A golden light began to emit from him. The rest of the pack backed away, afraid of being touched by the light. The Gamma became whole again under Damien's paws, and Alex spoke in what seemed like a roar.

Luckily, he’d been able to hand the remainder of his duties over to Austin, the Grey Wolves’ resident Texan and medic, and Malcolm, the dark and hardened Grey Wolf executioner—the Healer and the Destroyer, respectively, both fierce warriors on the battlefield. Jeremy hated passing the buck, but Austin and Malcolm were among the ten elite Grey Wolf warriors who led the pack. Well, nine elite warriors. They’d lost two men at the beginning of the war, and only one among their pack’s finest had been replaced with a new appointment. Maverick had yet to name the last. Jeremy knew Austin and Malcolm were capable of completing the remainder of the day’s training, and he’d taken the opportunity to vo