Captain Renard Grimm Novels & Stories

Thorne. Captain of the team that now owned my contract. The man whose championship trophy I'd stolen with a last-second, impossible goal three months ago. He looked even bigger up close, a mountain of muscle and simmering rage barely contained in a Vipers t-shirt and track pants. His ice-blue eyes locked onto mine, and the air grew thick, heavy with the promise of violence. "Valdez," he said, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the floor. "Welcome to hell."

Familiar. Impossible. "Rei..." Mara stopped breathing. Rei looked at her mother. "Mom?" Mara's face had gone white. "That's..." The voice came again. "Rei, don't trust Dominic." Dominic froze. Rei stared into the darkness. Because she knew that voice. It belonged to her grandmother. Elara. And Elara had been dead for seventeen years.

“Juno and Cassie don’t need guards. They need ghosts. Shadows no one sees. I want two men on them day and night, invisible. If anyone breathes too close, I’ll carve their lungs out myself.” The table stayed silent. The air felt heavier, darker. Grimm rose, the chair scraping against the floor. “I built this ring from nothing. I bled for it. Fought until they named me Grim Reaper.” His grin was sharp, dangerous. “But this? This is personal. Whoever thinks they can touch Rhett’s world is going to learn fast the difference between the boy on the ice… and the man in the dark.” He glanced at Milan, eyes cold and final. “Find them. Bring me a name. And when you do… I’ll show the bastard exactly wh

"Oh, hi there." "Hi," Gwen greeted him back, her green eyes locking onto him. "You must be the werewolf who completely shifted right on the hockey rink during that fight with Yates." Finn cleared his throat, looking a little embarrassed. "Uh, yeah. That was me." "Just so you know, I completely fainted at the sheer sight of it at the time, but I'm totally fine now. I'm already getting used to you guys turning into wolves," she said casually. "I'm Gwen Casteel, by the way." She extended her hand toward him.

Noah asked as he walked up quickly behind me and stopped a few feet away, and his clothes were completely wet, and he was breathing heavily as if he had been running down the street for a long time just to catch up with me. "There is nothing left for me to say to anyone in this town, Noah, because you and the entire school already decided that I was a criminal," I said, turning around to face him while the driver took a ticket from the passenger ahead of me. "You got exactly what you wanted from that disciplinary board hearing, and your hockey team is completely safe from suspension now, so I really do not know why you are even out here right now instead of celebrating with your friends."

Here on the ice Ethan looked lighter, responding without calculation to someone who carried none of their history. Gerald glanced over once but said nothing. Jax stayed still, hands flat on his thighs, as the next whistle called them back to the drill. Near the end of the final drill, Eli skated along the boards closest to the stands while the others reset. He glanced up, found Jax watching, and slowed just enough to speak. “You’re Rivera, right? The one who used to wear the C.” Jax met his eyes. “Yeah.” Eli gave a small, assessing smile. “Different view from up there.” It wasn’t loud or openly cutting. Still, the casual observation landed with precision.

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

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.

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.”