Captain Renard Grimm Novels & Stories

He realized that I knew his secret and smiled a bit—but in a second, his eyes were covered by his long eyelashes, his expression changed, and the man who was standing in front of me was a classic, proper “one of the boys” I really should take him up for a couple of lessons. No magic, yet a masterful disguise. “What’s your name?” “Rene Louis Morinar, Viscount Morinar. I have to warn you, young sir; you’re making some dangerous enemies right now.” I shook my head. “I’m Alex Radenor. Alexander Leonard Radenor. And I won’t make any enemies today. After all, dead men tell no tales.” Rene grinned. My words clearly were to his liking.

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.”

Ren fired back. "Then you're not only stupid. You're blind, too," Rhys spoke calmly. Corvin and Kael kept turning their face to each speaker. They found it entertaining how Rhys could actually stand and banter with a younger man over some unknown topic. "I'd rather kill myself than spend one more second with your captain after everything is over," Ren commented. "We'll see about that, Renault. Once you've belonged to the captain, you're his forever. It's a simple logic," Rhys countered in a steady voice.

“They came in here armed—threatened me! I had no choice—she’s being manipulated! I’m trying to save her!” The Captain’s eyes scanned the room—saw the gun, the men, the trembling wreck that was me. And then he turned to Cassian. “Mr. Morelli,” he said slowly, “I’m… deeply sorry you had to witness this. This is an ugly sight. I can assure you that Officer Roman here will be disciplined accordingly.” “What—what?” Roman sputtered, spinning to face the Captain. “Are you serious? You’re siding with this crime lord?!”

“I am not a butcher. Sunscar names Hollowmere.” Hollowmere put forward a man called Grimbald, who had killed nine wolves in the border war and was, I learned afterward, extremely apologetic about the entire business. “She may name a champion of kin,” Ordric said. He looked at Aldren. Every soul in the hall looked at Aldren, and I understood the full shape of the trap in one clean piece.

"Firstly, I want to tell you all that I'm grateful for setting me free. Secondly, I as a grim reaper would go back to my post and continue my job. Thirdly, I don't give a fuck of whatever is happening to god" "Grim Reaper, you are not allowed to cuss in the palace " The second Elder reprimanded. "Whatever " She mouthed and turned to leave but suddenly her body was bound with a chain making her unable to leave. "Grim Reaper Rose, This is your mission you are not allowed to reject it. Accepting it guarantees your freedom." The Third Elder dressed in a blue apparel suddenly spoke. His voice was gentle and could make anyone listen to him but unfortunately the person is Rose Blair.

"Last night was... a mistake," Alexander said. He walked over to the bed, picking up his watch. His hands were shaking slightly. "It was the adrenaline. The stress. I had too much to drink." "You were sober, Alex," Oliver corrected him gently. "We both were." "Don't call me that," Alexander snapped. He finally looked Oliver in the eye. "I am the captain of the New York Glaciers. I have a reputation. I have sponsors. I can't... I can't do this."

“How are you doing this morning? Annika was a bit astonished when the new skipper, Captain Bjorn Jansen, welcomed her and even recognized her name. "Good morning, Captain Jansen. You must be Carl's buddy, Annika. Annika looked at the new captain and felt like she was seeing Captain Magnus in him. They have the same gray eyes; the new captain is taller, but when they speak English, it sounds the same to Annika. Carl told me a lot about you; we were classmates during university in Kalmar; we were friends.

The adrenaline from the game finally fading and my muscles began to throb. “Hi,” her fingers pushed back my damp hair. “How are you feeling?” I chuckled. “Really sore…” Someone touched my ankle and my eyes clamped shut from the pain. “Oh fuck!!” “I wonder how such a baby became the Captain of the Black Hawks,” I heard Marcus snare and I looked at him. I glanced back at Olive without any reply to his childish effort at rilling me up. He growled. “I'm guessing this plump bitch is your caretaker. Explains a lot really.”

Ironfang border, one hour to moonrise “Fuck, fuck, fuck, get OFF the road!” Serna’s shout was half-lost in the storm as six rogue wolves melted out of the treeline like shadows given teeth. Rain-slick pelts, yellow eyes, blades already drawn. The leader, a scarred grey brute missing half an ear, stepped into the torchlight of their single lantern and grinned with too many fangs. “Well well,” he rasped, voice gravel and smoke. “Two little Blue Moon bitches and one half-dead princess. Christmas came early boys.”