Grey Skies

Grey Skies

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Grey is half Royal Thorn demon and half Dream demon. It doesn't make it any better when her father (The head of The Council of The Seven Races) throws a curve ball at her and knocks her world of its axis. No to mention her hateful brothers and scheming stepmom who make matters worse. Can she protect those she cares about from a demon that has been awoke from its long slumber or will everything she has strived for crumble at her fingertips?
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