Warriors Graystripe Novels & Stories

Despite his birthday suit, his flying gray strands swirled in a silken sheen, somehow flowing in such a way to keep a certain part of him hidden. It should have seemed odd, the rapt way the other men, including her captors, watched in hushed silence, eyes tracking the movement. Faster and faster, Gramps whirled, closer too, somehow dancing between the kneeling warriors, whiplike strands of grey striking their skin, tickling, she was sure.

Alpha Marcus Greythorn arrived with fifty wolves. All warriors. All armed. All arranged in formation outside the packhouse gates. "That's a declaration of war," Jetstar said, watching from the window. "He brought enough fighters to take the packhouse by force." Jasmina's heart pounded. "Are we under attack?" "Not yet. But he's making a point. Showing you what happens if he decides you're unfit." "Get our warriors ready. Quietly. I don't want to escalate unless he forces it."

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.

I raise my eyebrow at him, but he just shakes his head. “I have one more announcement. Our own Maddison Gray found her mate yesterday as well. Trevor is the Lead Warrior with the Canyon Ridge Pack, so while we are gaining a doctor, we are losing one of our best gardeners. Thankfully, we have a strong alliance with both packs, and we’ll continue to work together and see members from those packs.” There’s a lot of congratulations and back slapping for Trevor, and some tears for Maddison, I’m guessing from her garden crew.

Didn’t dare breathe too loud. And then—I heard voices. Loud and harsh. I pressed my eye to a crack in the wall, my blood turning to ice. Warriors. At least ten of them, armed to the teeth, marching in formation. And in the center— Alpha Grayson. He was a huge man with broad shoulders and very unkind eyes. Even from here, his presence was suffocating. Power rolled off him in waves, dark and unyielding. His face was carved from stone, his eyes cold, calculating. A predator in human skin.

Not after witnessing hundreds of fervent wolves standing beneath the walls and referring to Grayson by a title that was perilously close to worship. In the middle wagon was the captured Hollow Fang wolf. Bound. protected. Quiet. Grayson was riding close to the front. His mind stayed somewhere else. Returning to Reed Manor. Return to the battlements. Returning to Savannah, she stood next to him while Hollow Fang publicly declared war. A horse came up behind them. Ryder. The army commander of Black Ridge. Alongside Grayson, the big wolf led his mount. "You've been quiet." Grayson continued to focus on the road.

" Okay, but what about my payment?" I nodded. Finding no other way to kill my time here. He guides me to the bar and steadies the revolving bar chair for me to sit. I felt strange again. No man has treated me with so much respect before. He seemed like a nice guy. We started chit-chatting, but my eyes were fixed on my brother's back. Ryder was telling me that he was the head warrior in the second-biggest pack in the world. He attended mid-semester to finish his studies.

The clearing in the woods went silent. All were looking at the woman. "Who sent you?" asked Mithraos. "Karivayis," said the woman and in that moment two warriors in the Mauraye side cut their own throat. All understood the seriousness of the situation. "What was the plan of Karivayis?" asked Rishi. Karivayis are the darkest of the group in Arthanava. They are believed to be living like animals. They leave only bones and skeletons after a war. They are also said to be the most blood hungry ones.

"Don't tell my parents I let you catch me. Tell them I fought you. Also, tell them I was wearing shoes. It'll break my mum if she knew I died barefoot." He chuckled and a little drop of humour flashed in his dark orbs. "Duly noted." And the world went black forever. Adrianne's POV I was about to continue walking when someone's hand closed over my arm. Thankfully, I had fast reflexes and I yanked my hand away and was about to bolt when the person spoke in a very soft voice. "Don't run! I'm not going to hurt you." uh-huh I silently said sarcastically. I paused and even though it killed me, I stared at the stranger's face. He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black

The third had decided to be a bit bolder with a black wig, lips and eye shadow. “Good afternoon.” He didn’t flash his badge, yet, not wanting to scare them off too quickly. “I was wondering if I might have a moment of your time.” “Fifty dollars,” the Goth one informed him, her voice cool. He pulled back his jacket to reveal his shield and the girls gave each other a look that suggested they were considering taking off. He continued to smile, anyway. “None of you is in trouble. I heard there’s an establishment stealing your customers and I was hoping to help.”