Zoey Grey Novels & Stories

While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice. Gray is standing on the left side of a semicircle made up of him, Cordelia and Bo, with cordelia being in the middle, a few yards just ahead of us. Gray’s holding a long thick metal link chain in his hands, conversing with the two. Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation.

His winked at her seductively. Dexter glared. "Wait a minute," Zoey was putting two and two together, "Like Sky?" "Heard of the Leo?" He rested his hand on the table waiting for her words. She widened her eyes hurriedly, shock, before she screamed loudly, "Oh my God, it's really you, why in the hell am I friends with my biggest idols." "You can have an autograph anytime." He winked again, "Okay, who's introducing themselves next." The sandy-blonde waved her hand, "Oh. Oh, can I go next? I am Kelly Campbell, I am a scientist, working towards my Ph.D though."

“He was human, but not normal. Find out if any humans have gone missing from nearby towns. Anyone young, healthy, easy to manipulate.” Ronald’s jaw clenched. “You think Kelvin is creating hybrids?” “I think Kelvin is desperate enough to try anything.” Later that afternoon, I found Zoey in the training yard. She was sitting on a low stone bench, sunlight catching the curve of her growing belly as she watched Hannah practice with a staff. She looked up as I approached. “You’re late for lunch,” she said with a small smile. I tried to return it but failed. Her eyes narrowed. “Something happened.”

We had each other and that is what it meant when two people decided they would fight together. Zoey is the main character, she’s just a pup, and she begins to glow with her eyes turning a deep blue. She was panting slightly and sat up, lifting her hands to call into being the magic that ran through her body. I could sense the primal energy rising within her to combat the evil, I could hear probing at us for weakness.

The only noises to be heard from where we sat were the sounds of cars moving on the highway. “Have Dashiell called you?” Her question brought me back to the present, reminding me of the person sitting next to me. Blinking, I returned my focus to her. Zoey looked so peaceful leaning on the couch. Her black hair framed her small face, and her emerald eyes seemed to hold a coldness in them, one I'd gotten used to. While she mostly had an innocent face, her eyes always betray her. “Has he?” She lifted a perfect brow at me, sounding pissed. She hated it whenever I ignored her question like I'd been doing since she arrived.

Eloise continued to taunt Zoey. As much as I wanted to avoid catching feelings for or sleeping with Zoey, I did not want anyone to disrespect her. I could see Zoey's cheeks. They were warm with embarrassment. I never really took my time to describe Zoey. She was quite a beautiful girl. Today, she had showered properly and her hair was in a messy bun. She was sweating, and the sweat lined around her hairline. Her baby hairs fell to her face and she looked majestic. Zoey was not tall. She was a five foot five girl and I was five foot eight.

She shook her head slightly. “You don’t figure things out alone.” “I’m not alone.” That slipped out too quickly. Too automatically. And immediately— I regretted it. Zoey caught it. Of course she did. “…who?” she asked. I hesitated. Then— “…there’s someone.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Someone?” “It’s not like that.” “I didn’t say it was.” “His name is Grey.” She leaned back slightly. Thinking. “Do you trust him?”

Zoey's voice was all breathy and dripping with ecstasy as she whined, "Michael, stop… We're in the middle of my dad's birthday party…" I didn't need a clue to figure out what the two were doing right now. Holding in my emotions, I stood outside the door of the second-floor bathroom and listened as the sounds coming from the other side grew louder and more intense. "The fact that it's his birthday party is what makes it thrilling, Zoey!" I felt sick to my stomach. Just then, Sheryl Carter, a good friend of Zoey's, crept over toward the bathroom. I pulled her aside and questioned her, "What are you doing here?"

"I see what you're doing there. Don't even think for a second that you'll be able to escape me that easily." Yvette Macklemore, Yve, a total sweet heart. Your classic black rainbow lollipop, with a bit of sourness: sweet, and feisty - just his type o' gal –light caramel skin, black hair with pink highlights at the sides, 5feet6, who still argues that she's still the tallest of them both. She can be too fucking cheerful, it's nauseating. McCleron made certainty to avoid her in public, with enough fortification to tune her out long enough when they are together.

Putting on my black high heels I give myself a last check before heading downstairs as I hear the first cars arriving. Arriving quietly behind my parents as they welcome the first couple – Alpha Zachary and Luna Rachel from the Blood Moon Pack, I step beside my father in time to shake Alpha Zachary’s and Luna Rachel’s hands. My mother and father give me a stern look, acknowledging my close to late arrival. I smile and continue with some small talk with Luna Rachel as Alpha Jackson continues speaking with Alpha Zachary and his Beta Sam. Luna Rachel is a beautiful woman. With her blond hair, brown eyes, and petite frame she is clearly the light in Alpha Zackary’s eyes.