Black Gryph0n Insane Novels & Stories

Gritting his teeth, Zephyr Khan looked at the gravitational field and spoke again. "Rumble" Endless tearing, endless gravity instantly submerged Zephyr Khan's body... He was sent flying! Entered! He was sent flying! Entered! Again and again, when he was defeated he went deeper the next time! Zephyr Khan was like an immortal god. Every time he was seriously injured, he only took a few breaths and instantly entered the deepest place, continuing to use the gravity of the high-level Primordial Gym to refine... At the beginning, Zephyr Khan was extremely embarrassed.

A shadow streaked across the sky, moving at blinding speed before swooping down toward him. The ghost-winged griffin, a martial nirvana-tier demonic monster, lunged with its fangs bared. It was aiming straight for Chase's throat! Chase raised his spear in defense. But the griffin's jaws clamped down, and his spear snapped in half instantly!

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

“Your name is all around campus, especially with the vampires. People find you as a threat. I, for one, want to be on your good side so when the real you is unleashed, I’ll be safe.” He grinned at her, and Syanna knew instantly that this was a true joker, and definitely friend material. “How do you know all of this anyways?” she asked as they walked across the lawn. “I’m a gryphon,” he admitted. “I can read minds.” She gasped. “All of you?” “That’s right.” He laughed. “You didn’t know?” She scoffed but couldn’t help her smile. “Obviously not.” Isaac took her books from her, not even seeming to be aware of what he was doing. He was a gentleman by nature, it seemed.

He pulled off his black suit Jacket, revealing the black shirt he had underneath that clung to his body, accentuating his strong muscles and biceps. "Hotel? When there's such a huge mansion to accommodate the entire Moon City?" He scoffed, "You can't be kidding me, Zayn Blackwood. I'm not staying in any hotel, neither am I leaving this packhouse." Zayn and Zayden clenched their fists in anger as they watched the annoying handsome creature before them. Griffin stood to his full height and smiled at them, one that didn't even reach his eyes. "I heard about your mother's condition and your silly acts of revenge." He was referring to the fact that they took Elvira without any evidence.

I was just there gripping the strap of the portable interdimensional storage, "He seems quite patriotic, if not only for his superiority complex, there is a chance that we could get along." The dense energy surrounding the foot of the volcano had long disappeared, so I see no reason to be worried about poisoning. Instead, we should worry about the monsters roaming around the central forest. Growl! "Isn't that a Gryphon!?" A B-tier Challenger called out. We glanced at the direction he was pointing and indeed, there was an Eagle-Lion hybrid silently lying on a slab of volcanic rock. Everyone readied their weapons, as the Gryphon's eyes awoke with rage. Angered, the Gryphon spread its wings and

"And we see what they want." The two of them moved forward, sticking to the trees and keeping their distance from the group of rebels. As they neared a clearing, Lia spotted them—a group of wolves, their faces weathered and scarred, their eyes sharp with suspicion. They weren’t purebloods. They were Greykin, like her. One of them stepped forward, a woman with silver hair and a black cloak that blended seamlessly into the shadows. Her eyes, like Cassian’s, glowed with a fierce intensity, and she immediately assessed them, her gaze flicking from Lia to Cassian.

he said, already starting a historical lecture about Riven. But for the love of the Goddess, I was not interested in all those at all. I wasn’t really ready for some biography about the Blackthorn family or whatever it was. Especially not with the kind of discomfort I was feeling right there. I could feel the tug and my wolf howling restlessly inside of me. But I still had to act interested even if I wasn’t really invested. “Oh wow. Really?” I said, feigning surprise. “He never really talks to anyone except his teammates. Many think he is proud,” Gray continued, looking back at the place Riven had just passed. Gray was right in this one. Riven was a human peacock.

I don't care if anyone sees me or if I end up on the news my anger will never let this man go free. "Listen, dude, I didn't come here to play. I came here for answers. Now quit playing and tell me what being a grey wolf means." His smile isn't there anymore, he looks as confused as ever. "I'm not playing with you Chloe, you were born a grey werewolf. Your father was a grey werewolf, you're a grey werewolf. Grey werewolves are more powerful than regular werewolves, grey wolves are also the only breed of werewolves to not be controlled by the moon. You all can turn at will and it won't even hurt." He chuckles. "Y'all are lucky bastards."

Wolves pounced and clashed, claws ripping through fur and flesh, their eyes glowing with fury. Her stomach churned, the smoke making it hard to breathe. She stumbled backward, trying to make sense of it all. Suddenly, her gaze was drawn to a scene unfolding nearby. A familiar wolf—a massive, brown one—was pinned to the ground, struggling under the weight of a ferocious black wolf. Her breath caught in her throat as she recognized the silver wolf. Georgory. "No!" Emma cried out, her voice shaking with fear. The black wolf had Georgory pinned, its sharp teeth inches from his throat, ready to tear him apart.