Captain Renard Grimm Novels & Stories

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

Captain O said clearly already loosing his cool this time as his expression twisted in a very unreal way. The question came out sharper and more forceful as the frustration was becoming visible now, thick vain became visible on his head as his eyes narrowed, his jaw tightened while his hands slowly clenched. “I am the great Captain O, the only one who kissed death goodbye, the grim reaper and the only solution to life's journey on earth.” The declaration echoed throughout the hall forcing several Bratva soldiers to immediately straighten their postures as pride filled their expressions because to them, Captain O was more than a commander, he was a legend, a symbo and a weapon that had protec

Navarien replied, his lips twitching into a slow, remarkably human smile. He turned his celestial, forest-green gaze directly toward Riheirk and Brynn. The Vanguard Commander immediately tightened his arm around Brynn’s waist, his body stiffening as his blue eyes flashed defensively. Navarien’s gaze lingered on the fresh, dark jasmine mate-mark proudly displayed on Riheirk’s neck, and a look of genuine, solemn remorse softened his majestic features.

"What? Our capacitor is rattling. Someone has to fix it." His silver eyes trailed over to Javier. "Ah. Daywalker. What's he doing here?" Javier eyed Mads intensely. "I didn't realize you had a wolf on board." "And he's a damn good mechanic. If that's a problem, you're welcome to leave," I stated pointedly. "You know where the door is."

I love Conard; I think I will always love him, but Conard is in the past and Grim is my presence. I walk up to him, smiling, anger crawling up into my chest at the fact that he is trying to use my relationship with Conard to get to me. “What are you up to? Why are you here?” “You already know the answer to that question. To kill Grim” “And how do you know Hunter and the rest?” He shrugs, "Well, one of them came to offer an alliance with Alpha Killian and, in return, would give him Grim Head." The others are my toys,” he said with a smile.

Sandra: Oh! You're a marine! That's so manly. But isn't it dangerous? Victor: Not really. It’s more paperwork than anything else. We’re on the sea most of the time, avoiding enemy waters, so it’s pretty chill. Sandra: That made you ten times more attractive to me. It’s funny, but I feel like you hold an important position, too. Victor: Yeah. I’m the captain. Sandra: That makes so much sense. You looked like you were the boss of something in your pictures. Are you a good captain, though? Take good care of your men?

I didn’t get five seconds. Three girls were already waiting by the sinks, all fake tans and fake laughs and real venom. I recognized them instantly regulars on Rowan’s I*******m comments, the ones who called him “daddy” unironically. And no I'm not some stalker, I just happened to notice one night, you know while digging up about him. “Wow, look who it is,” the blonde in the middle said, tilting her head like she was talking to a lost puppy. “Captain’s little charity case.”

He growled approvingly. Noor sipped cherry Coke behind the bar. “Neighborhood Watch?” she echoed. “Like a gated community?” I asked. He nodded. “All good towns have 'em. I'm head guardian of Redmont. We keep our citizens safe from things that go bump in the night.” “Huh,” I said, doodling a smiley face into the margin of my 'ledger.' “So that's why you don't see imps prancing down Main Street.” I looked at Damien. “I never thought I'd talk to a werewolf.”