Blutbaden Grimm Novels & Stories

“With all those sins and the taste of me lingering on your lips.” “When I get the chance, I’ll tear you apart,” he threatened with a menacing grin. “I’ll chomp down on your throat and have your heart for breakfast.” Frederick’s enraged scream echoed through the space as he strained against his chains. Hearing Bellamy’s vile promises only made me feel sick. “I’m really into the idea of having your blood all over me,” Bellamy continued. “I won’t stop until your heart stops beating.” His words, filled with malice, only seemed to amuse him, making Bellamy’s laughter echo through the room. “When I’m finished, your mom won’t even recognize you,” he said casually. “There won’t even be a body to bur

“Of all the people I expected to see in the middle of the apocalypse, you were… actually pretty high on the list. Not gonna lie.” His smile widened sharply and ugly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “Don’t,” I shot back immediately. “It’s not.” Grimlow’s eyes flicked over me then to Ashley, Lucius and finally Martha, like he was assessing value, calculating something in that twisted little brain of his. “What you’re witnessing,” he said, his voice almost proud now, “is my masterpiece. My creation. My genius finally realized.” I let out a short laugh, shaking my head.

I nod, trying to hide my fear. “Imagine how he would feel if I tel him about Conrad. That Dean had come to take to you about Conrad, not just to insult you. Imagine how he would feel if I told him about Conrad, that Dean had come to talk to you not just to insult you, but to reveal that you were in a relationship with his mother’s killer. And when you deny I would show him this locket, a proof of your love. Do you know what he will do?” He asks in a morbid voice that sends chills down my spine. I shake my head, too scared to imagine what he will do. “He would rip you heart without thinking twice. Because he is Grim, he kills before asking questions. He would shred you and make you watch your

“Then, what the fuck? Something is fucking wrong with this.” Grimm sighed and took a seat on my chair. I leaned on the bed, a little wozzy from the blood I gave up once more. “You’re weak.” Grimm told me. “I gave him some of my blood and venom.” I told him. “How much blood are you giving him a day?” “About only two pints.” “I’ll be back.”

I search the darkness, trying to find them, but there’s nothing. Then I hear a muffled little yelp of pain. I run in that direction, and clap my hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming. Abbadon is crouching in the darkness, holding the little girl up to his mouth, slurping blood from her neck. I can smell her blood and fear…and the approach of death. I can’t let him do this. “Stop,” I scream and lift the spell. “You’re killing her!” Abbadon throws back his head and hisses. His teeth are red with blood, and his eyes have gone from blue to black. “Maya,” he growls. “I knew I smelled you.”

"You've got the rest of your life to be annoying? Can you take a day off? You'd think it's your full time job." "Your attitude is absolutely disgusting."she gasped. "So is your personality, but you don't hear me complaining about it." I replied. I'm Amelia Black. The daughter of Collin and Maria Black. I'm what the people call the "Bad Girl". They started calling me that so I started becoming that. My reputation started because of what happened in my past and ever since then people won't even give me a chance to explain myself. I didn't believe I would ever meet someone who would see past my bad reputation, until I met him...

I don’t stop running until I’m in my room, door locked, with my tote somewhere on the floor as the entire thing replays in my mind. “He’s a monster,” I tell no one in particular, trying to make sense of what just happened. He’d just cut off a man’s nipple and laughed like it didn’t mean anything to him. What kind of demon does that? The sight of blood did not even repulse him, if anything he seemed to relish in it. Bile rises out to my throat, and I scramble into the bathroom, retching into the toilet seat, but nothing other than a bout of mucus comes out.

Since he lost all the care on the world, I didn't bother him anymore and dragged the severed arm near the meat grinder before heaving it to the nearest butcher block. “This is nice,” I commented as I started cutting into halves so they will fit into the grinder's mouth. The machine hummed as it slowly turn his arm into unrecognizable heaps of ground meat in the basin. I shivered. While the grinding machine did its work I survey my unfortunate victims, they were all pale wearing terrified, shock, and horror on their faces. It’s time to end the fun.

Grim muttered. Emily scoffed and curled her arms over her chest. She chose to not open her mouth again. Grim was a man hard to talk things out. “Drink my blood and your father will live again.” He disappeared out of her sight and reappeared in front of her. Grim elevated his hand to his face and bit down on his wrist. Blood trickled out of his skin and he brought his arm low then let it near her face. Convinced, Emily grasped on his forearm and sucked the blood out of his wrist. She sucked every blood she can consume and slowly, her vision dimmed. Her heart raced and pounded hard against her chest and her body fell limp on the ground.

"Oh I see. Then watch how I destroy you and everything you love" " You.. wouldn't " I stammered. "Really" he laughed, "remember who I am-JG". " JG...you're the famous JG" I stuttered hardly believing my ears. "Flesh and Blood.So Freddie, do what's right or else this is going to turn out way more than you expected" he said as he turned and walked away leaving me stunned and confused as ever.