Captain Renard Grimm Novels & Stories

The freezing wind whipped through the dense pines, stinging the fresh, bleeding cut on my shoulder, but I barely felt it because my entire world had narrowed down to the psychotic, grinning face of Derek Thorne. He was standing in the moonlight, his hockey-bro facade completely stripped away to reveal the sadistic, unhinged killer underneath, and the bloody hunting knife in his right hand was dripping onto the snow. "You look surprised, Captain," Derek sneered, his breath pluming in the freezing air as he took a slow, deliberate step toward me.

“Get the hell out of my way, Mirabelle!” “You’re not going anywhere, you cheating bitch!” “Hey! What is going on over here?!” a booming baritone voice cut through the tense air. We both snapped our heads toward the entrance to see Mr. Rashford marching briskly toward us, his sharp brow furrowed in severe authority. I let out a heavy breath of relief because I was genuinely one second away from landing a right hook flat across her jaw. “Ugh... speak of the devil. Here comes your savior,” Mirabelle muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes so hard it almost went into her skull.

"Then why do you think I need a weapon to fight a guy like you?" 'wrong? You appreciate someone who wears armor and wields a sword. "Maybe you can't do better without them." The boss smiled as if he wanted someone to say that. Grimskull was tall and strong, but Haakon was much taller and much heavier. The smile pointed at the frightening dogs. Conflicting emotions raced through Ragnar's mind. Grimskop was terrified and it looked like Hakon had a chance to kill him. Ragnard did not object to Grimskull's death, nor was he the one who killed him. However, nothing seems to have been done about it. The sergeant held a sheathed knife. Stribjorn didn't even move. Ragnar had to admit that Grimskull

The large gang of riders and drivers they had brought with them filled the small street and once the engines had been cut, a deafening silence filled the sticky air. “Gabriel Grayson, Alpha of the infamous renegades, it’s good to see you again.” Dynamite Al dismounts from his bike, the short chubby half-wolf grins and greets me. “Your boys tell me you got some trouble. I didn’t believe it at first because you are the trouble.”

He shook his head and explained, “Grandmother, the event in the afternoon is classified. I cannot bring anyone inside with me.” “Oh, I see…” “Grandmother…” Renault saw the disappointment on the lady’s face. He did not want to look bad in front of the family, so he started bragging, “Don’t worry. Now that I am in the Spec Ops Forces, I will have a lot of chances to meet the Wolf King and the Warzone Master. I will surely invite them here soon!” His promise might have sounded empty, but it enlightened the Conerys’ hearts. “Renault, you are really amazing! You’re going to invite the Wolf King and the Warzone Master?”

"Please listen to me. Those beings are truly... idiotic. Just calm down and follow my instructions. Trust me." The green being infront of her started to grunt. It spoke of something she couldn't understand. ❇❇❇ The orc had just finished swooping down the last soul from the gas station. He and his comrade, Schnek were incharge of this whole area. As he was about to walk forward, he saw a figure slumping down a few steps away from him. "A normal!" "Lucky me," he thought as he licked his lip. "Another soul added to my capsule."

A seductive smirk curled the corners of his lips upward. "Gross, I need to cleanse myself," Miranda grumbled, rubbing her hand against the leather seat. "You're in luck," Ace retorted, swinging into the long driveway that led to my home, "I have just the thing to provide some deep, fucking, cleansing." I fought to keep the smile off my face. Hiding my mouth behind my hand, I allowed my lips to split into a grin. I understood why Gunnar didn't trust his brother around me. He was smooth. Too smooth. And that sinful smirk tugging at his lips could have anyone eating out of his hands.

Allison asked sheepishly when she went back to check on him. Renard snorted and climbed the stairs. The two of them found each other in their most devastating moments. After Catherine died, Renard didn't know what to do with his life. He was left with a huge responsibility, but his friends never left his side, Dominic, Hendrix and Allison. She managed everything for him when he was not able to stand up and put the courage to face everyone. The two men accepted to run the Samira Clan until this day.

I tried again, louder. “Hey. I’m Lena Hale from the Northcrest Daily. I need to set up an interview with you for a feature.” Cole finally slowed down and glided over. He stopped right in front of me, still on the ice while I stood on the rubber mats. Up close he was even taller than I thought. His eyes were this crazy light blue, almost gray. Cold. He looked at me like I was wasting his time. I waited. He said nothing. “Good communication skills for a captain,” I said, unable to keep the sarcasm out.

he yells. I shake my head. "Like you'd leave without me!" I see him smile his goofy smile. He's missing four teeth in the front and has two silver teeth in the back. His greying hair is tied clumsily behind a dirty and worn down green bandana, making him look like a crazy old man. He may look crazy, and is crazy, but he has the biggest heart out of anyone. He's treated Nate and I like his very own children for years now. Ever since our first captain, Black Blood, was fatally injured during an on-going war and in his last dying breath named Nate the new captain. Black Blood took us to be his very own children since he never had any of his own. The memory of him brought tears in my eyes but I