Captain Renard Grimm Novels & Stories

There were a few surprised whimpers as the magic burned their skin. I heard a few gasps as the witches all raised their hands to their necks. Just behind their ears, the same 3 interlocked triangles, appeared. There was a final burst that came from the fire. Renard stepped forward immediately kneeling before me. I was still in wolf form, this is going to be a one way conversation. I thought. “Hello Alpha Astrid, my name is Renard. I am sorry my timing was poor, I was out of the country when I received the message.” He said and I nodded my head for him to continue.

Warren rose and held out his hand, "You have yourself a deal, and if the guy turns out to be bad, you owe me another favor." "It won't come to that, I promise. Let me give my friend a call." *** The team waited outside a burned-out office building. A man in a leather jacket came to the hatch and threw a duffel bag into the Scald Crow. Warren stared at him for several long seconds. The five o clock shadow and the hair parted to the right, and the deep green eyes reminded Warren of his father. Grace caressed her clavicle, "Grace O' Hara, captain of the Scald Crow," She extended her hand and best smile.

"Fucking traitors..." Eren’s voice was ice cold and so were his eyes as he spoke the words, observing the group of bastards who dared to betray him and join hands with the fire bastard, led by the Geraldine’s father, Mr. Renaldy, who barely looked like himself, the once dignified man was but a shadow of his old self, he looked miserable and half dead, as if he had no reason to live anymore.

He goes to yell for help but it's too late as the blade seeps through his throat without hesitation. Lard plucks the knife out of that green throat. He wipes the blood off the wooden table before placing the knife back where it came from. Garth gives a proud smirk. “Not bad.” Lard looks up and over the large man and gives a warm smile. “I learn from the best.” A voice that also matches the tone of pride. Romera joins up with them under the canopy. The captain looks at her and motions her over. She obeys. A dense whisper shakes from the captain’s throat. “A good hunt, eh?” The navigator nods her head and then approaches the trap door. “Aye, that creature will never be getting up again.” Her e

He snapped a wrist shot into the top corner of the net so hard the black puck rattled violently inside the twine. Ethan slammed his stick against the plexiglass in celebration, cheering. Damon coasted backward, turning toward the stands to wipe sweat from his brow with his glove. His dark eyes scanned the perimeter until they locked onto me standing by the tunnel. Even from fifty feet away across a crowded ice rink, I saw his entire demeanor shift. The ruthless, cutthroat captain melted away. A tiny, quiet smile touched his lips—a private, subtle look meant entirely for me. My betraying heart gave a sudden, painful flutter. I couldn't help it. I smiled back.

He was going to rape her to death. Besides doing it once with Adrian, she'd never be laid with. And now, she was going to be devoured by this demon? Ray Grimard is a demon, he has lost the last bit of humanity in him. “But before I shred these last bits of obstacles, preventing me from devouring your body just yet, I'll let you see what I'm endowed with. It's a beautiful sight to behold” Ray Grimard declared. His gaze on Aurora as he pulled down the zipper of his pants, letting it slip to the floor. His black sneakers which housed his bulging part were revealed and next, he pulled down his sneakers.

Another werewolf screamed at the prisoners even as he shifted into a large wolf and bared his teeth at the white-haired warlock who suspended in the sky not too far above them. “And what do you think you’re going to do, wolf?” Reynard Wyatt roared as he let loose a succession of energy balls, instantly killing all four remaining wolves who were all part of Vincent’s team. “Hello, my lovelies.” The smile he directed at the frightened prisoners would give anyone the shivers. “Where do you think you’re going?” Reynard couldn’t believe the audacity of the werewolves. How dare those mutts release his souls? When he’d seen the empty dungeon, rage had burned through him, igniting a vicious bloodlus

The lecturer called again, and that was when he showed up like a movie star. Vinn walked toward us like he owned the place in slow and unhurried steps. The arrogant rich kid I’d insulted during the blind date just a few days ago, was walking toward us. Shit. Shit. Shit. “Everyone, this is Vinn Graham. The captain of this team.” The lecturer announced aloud to everyone. My heart slammed hard against my ribs as I turned away fast and hid my face in my hair. If he saw me, I was as good as dead.

his voice a low drawl, powerful enough to falter a soul. My lips felt dry, and I could feel trickles of sweat rolling down my spine. I didn’t feel brave anymore, not when I could feel the heated gaze at the back of my head. My eyes found Zale, his lips slowly turning pale, I could tell Knox was squeezing too hard. “Let him go,” I said, my voice softer. Stupider. He didn’t move, “and if I don’t?” he was taunting. I mean he should, what was I going to do against him? He was the captain of the hockey team, his name a legacy in these walls.

He stared straight ahead, his amber eyes fixed on the man sitting across from them at the far end of the table. Grand Marshal Vance looked older than he had twenty-four hours ago. His left arm was cradled in a stiff leather sling, a consequence of a last-minute parry against a Janissary mace, but his posture remained as unyielding as the fortress walls he had successfully defended. Behind his chair stood Captain Renard, holding a heavy iron lockbox that had been recovered from the submerged captain's quarters of the sunken Eastern flagship.