Detective Grimm Novels & Stories

Other than that, he looks unharmed. I take a few quiet steps, not really wanting to engage, when he slowly raises his head, his solid black eyes locking in on mine. And then he smiles. It's not an ordinary smile, though. It's frightening and drenched in evil sophistication. Goosebumps cover my flesh and if I could turn around and take off in a dead run, I would because clearly, the Demon is still alive and well inside him.

Grim shook his head at me and informed me that he hung out with my father most of the time until he started dating Deagon. "I wasn't into men so I stayed within my home and spoke with my staff, I'm friends with several," he mumbled softly and I sighed at the poor guy. I started to feel the all to familiar chill course throughout my veins and knew the instant my heart stopped beating. I looked up at Grim's concerned green eyes and clenched my fists to gather my power. I pressed my hands to my chest and fell back from the blast. I looked down and crossed my arm quickly across my now bra covered chest. My cheeks turn red watching Grim unbutton his shirt. He never wore an undershirt and my mouth

The bar across the street detective answered me, giving a look towards his silent partner. My body went cold when I heard deceased and Grace in the same sentence, my eyes grew wide with disbelief and my tongue suddenly became heavy. "Grace is dead?" I asked, making way for them to enter my house. "Yes. She was killed and her head was cut off and dropped in waste bin behind a popular night club." The man Introduced as detective Chadwick told me, his weird silver like eyes no longer on me. If I were in the right frame of mind, the way he watched my house would have made me feel sorry for the poor house.

“I broke through their private network links and stripped their communication logs, but their group messages contain nothing but standard pack gossip about meeting for drinks at the tavern,” Zuberi reported, letting out a heavy, frustrated sigh. “Not a single word about the murders or the old territory claims. I suspect they are utilizing low-frequency burner stones that don't connect to the main network grids. I even ran a scent sweep near Sheriff Combs' lodge and couldn't find a single active network node. The old wolf lives like a primitive beast. As for the Grimshaw Fortress up on the peak, that structure is completely armored with constant guard patrols. It’s built to withstand a full p

Everyone, including the twins---Amanda and Tin---believes that he's the Sherlock Holmes of The Detective Tag firm. I, on the other hand, believe they're overreacting. "Besides," Brenna said. "You don't have to pay him the damaged you did to his car." My eyebrow raised. "What?" "He knows we're close. He said he already had it repaired." - I let out a deep sigh as Officer Rankin finally stamps my paper 'CASE CLOSED' about the recent case I handled about bank robbery. "Congratulations," He handed the paper back. "Another case solved."

“Why do you say that?” “You are, as you say, a detective. Surely little in a town like this escapes your notice.” “Are you from this area originally?” “No. We come from the north.” “Where exactly?” “You must please forgive me, Detective, but I do have work that must be done. You had said that you were investigating a murder?” “That’s right,” I said. “Peter Graham, the principal of Dubois High, was found dead last night.” “Tragic,” said Skoger. “What happened?”

He couldn't believe that he had been falling for that fake comeliness for the gods know how long. He was boiling, fighting the urge to descend on him and knock the life out of him. But he held back. Two could play this game. There was more to this. He could feel it. He always saw more than always hit the eyes. The only way he could know if his suspicions were right or wrong was if he allowed this to play out. And that was what he was going to do. “Save the salutations for those who need it,” Grim scolded. “How could you have let this happen? You told me that you had everything under control and that was why I had handed this into your care. Why haven't you been able to find out the killer y

Junior at high school, and a pain in everyone's ass. 'Despite having a sweet ass.' I am- I can't even begin to- Handing her back the phone, I tried to think of our first move. We'll need to find that truck, and get the files on her case from the sheriff's department. "Okay," taking a long gulp from the can, I explained what I think we should do. I'm not qualified to solve murders, and I doubt anyone in this town is. Grimsborrow is dangerous little town on its own. From its origins, till date. Our town has never been normal. "We find the truck. And stalk the owner. Dell will be in charge of asking questions, he can erase their minds after."

"I feel sorry for the detectives who were busy sealing up the factory. It isn't the doing of a mortal so it will be a futile attempt." "Maybe you should try to have a little faith, they might find something that might be of help, you know?" Griffin packed the car right in front of the quarter and rubbed his hands together. "Yeah, you are right." I leaned forward to him while admiring his features. "Tonight was a rollercoaster, it started of crazily and blossomed into this." He yawned tiredly and grinned. He had an open tooth with a wide gap at the middle. "I like the term blossomed and I hope to keep in touch with you, Grinch." I smiled brightly at him while my hair cascaded and fell right a

Regardless, I maintain a poker face as I watch the detective bow respectfully. “Your Grace….”. He says and lowers his head cordially. How courteous. “... I'm Detective Asher Glen and I'm in charge of the case of Vander Djik Gerald who was found dead in the early hours of this evening”. I nod in complete understanding. “It's nice meeting you, detective”. “We are questioning everyone in case anybody heard or saw anything that might be helpful to the investigation. We'd appreciate your cooperation, Luna”. I glance at Draaven but his face is once again empty and expressionless as he lets the detective and I have our conversation.