Block Tales Griefer Novels & Stories

His feet landed on the weight pad, initiating the flames pouring down on him. “Tobias Stop” I heard Gunner yell. I looked to Tobias who had Trevor pinned beneath him. I brought my feet back to the ground and stepped towards them. *Not him, Tobias, not yet* *I want his blood* *You'll have it, just not yet* “I want that one alive” Gunner demanded. Tobias leaned down and snapped his teeth at Trevor's face. He lifted his bloody paw off Trevor's chest and came back to stand beside me. *He will die*

the emcee finally calls on the winner. Feeling dejected and disappointed, Cherish and Belvina watches Gracie walking onstage to receive the price from their CEO... "Oh, I suddenly have an idea, Cherish!" Belvina suddenly spoke. Cherish thoughtfully frowned, while looking at her bestfriend. "What idea do you have in mind?" "Well, how about you try buying the prize package from Gracie? You should talk to her and buy out the package from her! How about that?" Belvina suddenly suggested.

As soon as they arrived, they met five hefty beings, three being werewolves and the other two being magnificent trolls (the imperial force) Among the imperial forces are Claus (700 years old werewolf, head of the imperial forces) Hinge (650 years old werewolf) Jace ( 600 years old werewolf) Toddler (600 years old troll) Greg (600 years old troll) Werewolves, have heightened sense of smell, like trolls, sphinxes, elves and vampires, they have the ability to sense beings from distance, they also have the ability to heal very fast, shape shift, and also have superhuman agility, while trolls posses magic, they also have superhuman agility like werewolves, vampires, sphinxes, elves and other crea

“I really don’t think so.” “I-I can’t help it if I had a nightmare Cole. After I was going along so oblivious, so happy. Then those women showed up with their Vegas marriage pact. What if there’s something—something else?” His eyes narrowed. “Something else?” “Yes, that—well, might come up?” Cole stood up. “I told you everything about my life, from boyhood to now. I am NOT hiding anything else.” Brea stared at his trouble expression and the glow of truth in his eyes. “I know and I believe you.

After three hours of agonizing stagnation in the holding pens, the herald finally barked Tahlia's tribal marker. The moment Tahlia stepped onto the blood-stained stone stage, Alpha Kaelen flipped through his combat scrolls, his brow wrinkling as his claws mapped the absolute lack of true operational data on the paper. "Your history indicates zero frontline skirmishes, youth. Your only recorded display is a standard court movement video. Let us bypass the theory. The scenario is absolute: a rogue pack of feral trench beasts has systematically slaughtered your alpha mother before your eyes. Action!"

“Like my father and his father–” “You are a liar.” I step toward him. “A worthless, powerless liar.” Snarling suddenly cuts through the darkness, echoing off the walls. Gabriel grins madly. “You should have killed me when you had the chance. Now, I might get my way after all.” Four sets of enormous eyes sprint toward me, long, jagged teeth coming into view. Rogue wolves–tall and thin, gray and mangled. Their eyes glowing a deep crimson. I grab the knife and throw it at him with all the strength I have left before using the last of my dwindling powers to shift.

She snorted while rolling her eyes. “I am a tribrid who has weaknesses in every aspect of my strength. But death is not my weakness. Only I can decide when I will die.” Grace smiled and bowed her head towards the ranger tiger. “Grace--” “I am immortal, Gabriel.” Grace shifted her gaze to me, and she smiled widely. I sucked in as she lightly pinched my left cheek. “Stop! I know you're going to ask many questions and end up overthinking. Relax, I'll tell you everything later after we get to the Blood Pack,” she continued quickly. In fact, she didn't even give me time to continue my sentence.

Slammed her head back against the refrigerator and brought the knife to her throat, and she went still because there was nothing else to do. His eyes were full of rage and underneath the rage, she could see it clearly now, grief. Ancient, consuming, unresolved grief that had curdled into something toxic over too many years and too many bottles. He wasn’t seeing her. He was seeing something she would never understand, something he’d lost a long time ago. Sally, she thought, distantly. He’s seeing Sally. The back door came off its hinges. Gabriel didn’t think. He crossed the kitchen in two steps and hit Tanner Talbot with everything he had.

"Gabe, how dare you kill Warrior League members?" Blake looked up and stared coldly at him. "Hmph! Blake, don't try to accuse me falsely. If you hadn't backed me into a corner, why would I have opposed you?" Gabe gritted his teeth as he stared fixedly at Blake. "No matter what you say, you killed Warrior League apprentices! I hope you don't regret it, Mr. Crawley!" Blake smiled slightly. Gabe had killed two Warrior League apprentices with two slaps. Even if he ran away from Steinberg, he wouldn't be able to escape the wrath of the Warrior League.

Their yellow eyes held the simple, hungry logic of the wild: the weak die so the strong may feast. Tess stood frozen, ten feet away. Her mind screamed, but her body was a statue. The power that had stirred for Liam was a dead ember inside her. She had nothing left to push, no magic to whisper. A blur of motion from the thicket. Gareth exploded into the clearing, not as a man, but as a fury of tawny fur and bared teeth. He hit the lead wolf like a cannonball, his jaws closing on its flank. They rolled in a snapping, snarling ball. One enemy engaged.