Giles Grimm Novels & Stories

"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."

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.

How did I meet someone like this? How did life happen? I went from hating someone with all my whole heart and being scared of him to falling in love with him and spending time with him. The same beast that we are all scared off. It made me realize that Grim was not a villain. He just misunderstood. He was just someone with a soft heart who got betrayed and scorned so badly that he did not bother making any amends again. But wait a minute. How did he know what I was thinking about? I glared at him, and he gave me a sweet apologetic smile. He continued reading my thoughts.

“I’m going to join them.” “Be careful.” I told her as she stepped outside. She went around the car and met up with the guys. She was speaking to them while keeping her eyes on that creepy ass guy. The guy turned his attention back to me and I backed away from the window. “He must’ve sensed the twins.” Aunt Nancy told me, and I looked at my belly. “Do you know him?” I asked her. “I only heard of him. His name is Grimm and he’s a vampire.”

Rose Blair stood up from where she sat and walked closer and closer to him. "Host! I'm sorry. It's ally fault" AI3 cried and continued hiding. Just when Rose was about to get him, the space tore. "Grim Reaper Rose you are summoned!" The Sixth raised his chin and Looked at her arrogantly. "And they sent you?" She looked disdainful at the Young boy who wore colourful pink. "You dare to look down on me!" The Sixth Elder raised his voice causing AI3 to shiver where he was hiding. "You looked down on me first!" Rose Blair fired back at him.

Gulping, Zander stared at the three heads torn apart from the bodies lying in the dark slime, the only thing recognizable in the room. The skulls were getting disintegrated. Slowly burning, going down, submerging in the acid like black substance. And he gulps. Daring, he lifts his eyes to look at the source of all this chaos. The girl who stood in the center of the slime with her head lowered, her wet hair veiling her face. The skin he was kissing and caressing a few hours ago was pale, white as a ghost. The worn out hoodie she wore every day was red with blood. Torn from places like someone tried to force her.

A few minutes later, Gisele and I were walking down the narrow hallway in the Packhouse. “What is it that you wanted to tell me?” I asked as she was taking longer. She paused, her eyes wandering around as if trying to make sure that no one was listening… Then she leaned in and whispered, “I feel the attack has something to do with Stiles,” I blinked. Who the fuck is Stiles? “Who is… Stiles?” She sighed, “Stiles Ashfang… He's Alpha Kael's cousin. I think he's trying to take his hatred for Alpha Kael on you,”