Blutbaden Grimm Novels & Stories

Grimm gets up and opens another trunk, pulling out a bottle of liquor and two empty glasses. “Damn, you’re prepared.” “That I am,” he says with a soft smile. As he pours into the glasses, I open the box of chocolates and pop one in my mouth. Immediate regret. “Bitter chocolate! Eww!” Grimm laughs. “Here. Wash it down with this.” He sniffs the air. “What’s that smell?” He grabs the box of chocolates and begins to sniff them while I shrug, readying myself for the burning sensation the drink will cause in my throat. But the burning begins without even taking a sip. It slides from my throat to my stomach.

the blond guy groaned as if in pain, and stretched his back. Iktanne looked at him and handed him the plate of cake she's holding. "You're exaggerating. There's still lots of food you can enjoy here, right?" "No thank you...," he grunted. "Compared to last year and the year before, the portions are in constant decline and the food tastes like shit." She watched him rub his nose as he said these things and remembered some rumors and gossips she heard about a blond guy from the senior years of the Academy.

“God, this guy is disgusting- oh, great. There's the BLT. All over the cushions...” The door of doom opened as I emptied the contents of my gut. The Grim Reaper sprang from the portal, a horrific phantasm with blood-red eyes. He was nothing but shadow and bone, cobbled of skeletal skin. He put the Watcher in a death-lock and jerked his head viciously. Samael drove his foot into Jakkon's crotch and wrenched backwards, splitting his abdomen in half. Noor's head fell to the ground.

After the face disappeared, Adrian heaved a sigh of relief. He sat on Grim's corpse to catch his breath. His clothes were completely drenched, and he was exhausted. However, he did not dare rest for too long as he was unsure of the situation at Gold Haven. After a few minutes, Adrian got up and was about to leave, when he spotted something black on Grim's body. The thing was lodged in Grim's head as if someone had performed surgery to implant it on the monster. It was a black metal block with runes on it, similar to the ones Adrian had seen in the past.

The gruesome sight evoked mixed feelings: pride, but also dread. A light gust of wind carried the metallic scent, whipping it around me, strong and pungent, repulsing me. A sickening tide surged in my throat, threatening to spill. But I swallowed it down, leaving the bitter nausea lodged in my chest. “That’s the last of them,” Blayne declared, marching over to me with his face screwed up in an angry scowl. “Every last one of Turco’s scum. Finally dead.” “That’s the same thing you said the other day, Blayne, and look what happened today?” I bit out, the rage from the bloodlust still roiling hot inside of me, letting my aura flex.

Sparks flew here and there, filling the room with a smell of burnt metal. The blacksmith villagers were amazed rather than horrified looking at Gwyn who's four arms were busy thinning a metal and polishing the other at the same time. Gwyn noticed them and she showed off which amuses everyone. It was already twilight when they got out from the cabin. The sun already bids its goodbye and the moon will come out anytime soon. They head first to Kebin's cabin who cooked dinner for the Badbloods. There, they all gathered. All looking tired and worried but still all wore a smile in their lips.

My limbs were frozen, leaden weights immobilized by stark primal terror. It cocked its hairless head, and I flinched as its grotesque features seemed to flow and contort. The sunken pits of its eye sockets split into open, oozing geysers. Blood and rank gray matter poured over its cheeks in rivulets as two baleful yellow orbs blinked into existence inside those spurting wounds. The smile widened into an impossibly broad slash, unhinging its jaw with a sickening pop. It leaned close until its dripping, putrid maw engulfed my vision.