Giles Grimm Novels & Stories

Christopher asked, stirring what appeared to be a pot of spaghetti on the stove. Before Grace could answer, the back door came bursting in, shards of glass flying across the room, peppering the couple with fragments. Grace threw her hands in front of her face to protect her eyes. When she pulled her arms down, she began to scream. Looking into the maniacal steel gray eyes, there was no doubt in her mind now that Jack Carol and his brother were Vampires. * * *

As she got closer to the town hall, she was greeted by Gage and another spell-blade. “Hello Jade,” he said in a German accent. “Hi, you must be Gage.” She spoke. “And who might you be?” “Kills is what I'm called.” The other spoke. “And what can I do for you?” Jade asked looking around. She’d hope the vampires were around. “Hmm die?” “Why do you want me dead anyway I'm just a human nothing special there.” “Eh, girl you don’t know what you can do. It’s a pity I figured you'd put up a fight. Where’s your father?” He asked.

"Thank you. For coming back." "I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing it because people are disappearing and I might be the only one who knows why." Silence. Then: "Tell me what you know." I finally turned to face him. "Giselle is working with vampires. She's been giving them wolves as... offerings. I overheard her three months ago. Right before I ran." His expression went cold. "That's impossible. Giselle would never..." "Wouldn't she?" I challenged. "Think about it, Nolan. The disappearances. The lack of tracks. How they seem to vanish into thin air. Vampires don't leave tracks."

"Her chuckle at my question worries me. "Grim is the leader of the underworld he takes souls that are evil. He will be thrilled to get them, "she looks at the scene of Roman and Amver as she begs for him to come to her. I feel a movement and look behind the moon goddess as a huge man steps into view. "Hello beautiful," he winks at me, and I quickly blush and look down. "Grim, stop teasing her she is pregnant and belongs to Roman",his chuckle makes me jump.

“Something isn’t adding up. Why is he as angry as me? I wondered in my head, walking away. Strolling towards me was Mr. Gream Reaper, the air suddenly becaming heavy. Rumors had it that he was once an Alpha that massacred a village, and now works in the school to stay hidden. He marched down the hallway, every step a deliberate, rhythmic statement of authority. He was wearing a wide-brimmed fedora hat with a sharp, crisp cease, casting a deep shadow over his eyes. Intense cold radiated from him, demanding obedience, my body trembled, a beam of sweat appearing on my forehead. Then I saw it, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. My eyes widened, a flicker of realization crossing my face. Th

‘I saw him enter the ladies’ room…. My eyes grew in surprise. He means Rum? He saw Rum? ‘So I reacted.’ He continued flashing a kind smile. ‘Don’t worry, contrary to what you see and hear, I have my boundaries.’ He gave a wink and pressed a finger to his lips. But how can I trust Giles? He’s part of the styling team. He didn’t hesitate once to give me shit. He, Tessa, Christy and Lilian. What if this was a set up to blackmail me?

“Glad you could make it back. Dagon, always good to see you.” “Riley,” he greeted. “I’d heard you’d gotten in with the Hecate Coven. Glad that they found someone worthwhile… especially after the last one.” I frowned and looked between them. She smiled and shrugged. “The screening process was intense, but here I am!” She looked at me. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss Graves. I’m Riley Redscale, the liaison for the Hecate Coven’s branch here on the coast. I’ll be the one to talk to about getting settled and back on your feet.”

A familiar voice speaks from behind. Stephan. I hadn’t seen him in a little while. “I think they’re growing on me,” I tell him. “Really? It’s good to see that you don’t let fear rule your life.” I smile at that. He’s right. I’ve been conquering so many of my fears in the past weeks. “Grimm! Did you leave a bird in our room?!” A guy walks up to us dressed as one of the servants. “Oh shit!” Grimm turns and rushes towards the guy. “Sorry! It was injured!”

He wasn't sure what shocked him more; that he did it or that the move worked. Another elf entered the room followed by Kree as a jingle of bells sounded, and a small girl floated in the air, slashing a dagger at the nearest gargoyle. Giselle ignored them all as she turned back to the victims draped over the obsidian boulders, opening her mouth and stabbing at the next body, this time a woman of middle years and a frail structure.

"Kill him now!" "Ahhh! N-No, don't bite me! Bite someone else!" "Grandma! You've been bitten!" "Grandma, don't come near me!" "Grandma's turning into a zombie! We have to kill her!" From upstairs, Hayley raised an eyebrow at the sound. Griffin had no zombie virus. He was a half-zombie with antibodies, so he couldn't infect anyone. He was deliberately scaring them.