Black Gryph0n Insane Novels & Stories

Eric's lazy voice sounded especially heavy in the night, enough to suffocate a person. Grix—full name Felix Griffin—was the fifth child in his family. He made a living doing dirty work that other people were too afraid to touch. He often said that his hands were soaked in blood. Grix immediately tried to please Eric. "I'm nobody worth waiting for, Mr. Hammond. Say the word, and I'll give it my all as long as I can manage it." Eric was unimpressed by his devotion. "Take someone out for me." Grix grinned. "Easy. Who?"

His body had used everything all at once. A few minutes later, Creed again picked himself from the ground. His stamina and Chakra reserves were still drained out. His eyes were sullen from it and his stomach was growling too. Putting aside his hunger and exhaustion, Creed summoned the holographic console in front of him again. Some notifications were visible on the screen. [Congratulations!! Mr. Creed Gryffon. You have successfully broken the highest record made by contender Varun Bakshi of the Phoenix Clan.] “Who is this Varun Bakshi?” Creed pondered on the notification, “Wait!! He is from the Phoenix Clan!!”

I said firmly, clutching the phone, which seemed to be pulsing in my hand, ready to explode at any second. The red wolf squinted one eye and, lighting a cigarette, smiled unpleasantly, exhaling smoke from his nostrils. - Grisha owes us more for the explosives... - Oh, you're a f*cking f*ck! - growled Gray and rushed at him. I dropped my phone and turned around, placing my hands on his chest. Of course, unsuccessfully, but the rest of the guys grabbed him from behind in time and began to pull him away. Gray furiously flared his nostrils, his eyes shone with a thirst for murder, but, fortunately, he allowed himself to be pulled away and vented his rage on some cobblestone.

“Don’t speak ill of the goddess, Valeria. Do you want to be stricken with madness?” “I agree with her.” My eyes narrowed as I peered at the figure in front of me through the darkness. She had blonde hair was clad in a black attire. I couldn’t make out the color of her eyes, but I could bet they were black. Sniffing the air quietly, I realized she wasn’t a werewolf. This woman was a griffin—a werewolf’s greatest enemy. “Get out of my path, thief.” I growled at her, hoping my aura would frighten her, but she remained calm. Weird.

He had never seen Gray so mad? "Why do you still have that smell around you?" Gray demanded, grabbing Alexis's upper arm and yanking him forward. Alexis flinched, eyes widened in fear at the dark cloud that took over Gray's eyes. His eyes weren't silver anymore, they kept flashing a pitch black and dark silver. He gasped, realizing the darkness was gone before he could comment on it. He shook his head, perhaps he had imagined it, there was no way Gray would possess dark magic, it was forbidden on Alpha Xavier's territory.

He stepped forward, boots pressing into the earth with a crunch that echoed louder than it should. “Allow me to introduce myself,” he said, his tone carrying weight, like he was on stage, waiting for applause. “My name is Vincent Grey. The bastard son of a lycan.” His lips curved sharper, almost mocking. “Of course, you could call me Vincent Black. But I prefer Grey. Because when you mix white and black together…” His smile stretched cruelly. “…you get grey.”

she said and leaned towards Iktanne's ear and whispered, "... we've heard a few days ago in the library from the proctors that the Giants were collecting gold and souls from the normals. They said that there was an insignia left on the shores of the north... which might cause a great trouble because it links back here in the Academy and the Empire." Iktanne's face was wild with shock. "What insignia was it?," she whispered back. "Well, we don't know for the bell started ringing for our next class so we weren't able to get what they were saying." The blond guy, Anthony, stood up from the other end of the couch and interrupted them, saying he'll be away to get some food. He looked at Iktanne's

Trey was seated on a leather couch in the ‘Crib’, listening to music from some of the upcoming Hip-hop rappers in the hood, as he watched two sixteen years old boys break down a a kilogram of cocaine, also called a brick into a thousand transparent bags, with the help of small digital scales. This crib he supervised was one of many that the Bloods had, scattered all around the city. Being a small man of five feet, he had always been underestimated which he used to his advantage. However, his reputation in the gang for being tenacious earned him the nickname;’Big Trey.’

I’m still so on edge that it doesn’t immediately register that he’s coming from the direction of the squad complex; this is clearly friend, not foe. The air around the black wolf shimmers as he shifts, and I then see Gray’s muscular body crouching in his place. I’ve never seen Gray’s wolf before, but I’m struck by how beautiful he is. A beautiful wolf for a beautiful man. Brock’s already pulled his boxers on, but he tosses his gym shorts to a naked Gray. He slides them on so quickly that I can’t even really catch a proper glance at his manhood. Damn. Our eyes meet, only for a moment, then Gray stalks over to Casey and Brock. The three of them take a few steps away from Vienna and me, speakin

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.