Giles Grimm Novels & Stories

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.

His hair was in a messy bun and his claws were long like he knew what was going to happen between them. Grimm walked up to the window and stared at my belly. He seemed really fascinated with it and that just creeped me the fuck out. I was ready for him to leave. Once I turned away, I heard an unfamiliar voice from within my head. I turned back around and saw Grimm smirking at me. Gosh, you look so delicious to drain. You would last me a whole month. I would savor every drop of your blood until you give birth. Afterwards I will end you because the taste would never be the same. However, your kids’ blood-.

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.

“Who else?” “Why?” “You can come closer,” Glee sighed. “It’s safe, I assure you. I summoned you here because I needed your help.” Katie inched forward cautiously. The candle’s flame fluttered about, its eerie glow dancing in the heavy blackness of the room. The many years had not been kind to Glee Deadmond’s adrenalized corpse, that much she could see. “Help? With what, may I ask?” Glee’s mouth twisted into a terrible smile. “Someone was killing my children.”

As soon as I did, I realized something was wrong as it didn't look like part of New Jersey but one of the European countries. I turned around to walk out of the room and was dazed when I saw no door. "There's no need to be panicked, Ashley." I heard and turned to see a middle-aged woman seated on a bench with a big smile. She spread open her arms and said tearfully, "I've been waiting for you, Ashley." … When Gillies arrived at the place where he knew his master to govern over, he was met with a battered house. A house which was always filled with people, vampires and humans moving amongst themselves now had no one.

Giles’ close friends and colleagues? I heard Neil say something to one of the security men he was apparently familiar with but I caught nothing from their conversation because a beautiful, I mean beautiful woman was approaching us, a smile on her face, dark hair rippling like a waterfall as her golden silk dress swished over the floor as she moved. I had met her a couple of times before but I just always go into mild shock each time I see her. It was Mrs. Giles. Neil’s stepmother. Adonis’ mom.

Faintly, they were turning gold. And Giles, meeting that strange golden gaze, froze like he had been caught in a trance. "Die!" Gideon swung his fist. That blazing sun crashed down, engulfing Giles completely. The feared leader of Sinned Creed met his end just like that, without even stirring up a ripple. Gideon cradled the pure essence core and gently returned it to Elara's body. To protect her and avoid drawing attention, he wrapped her in radiant light so no one could see her face or figure.

My lips curled, my gaze narrowing as I watched him for a second longer. It was unlike him, the way he was acting. That's how I knew something was wrong. “What happened?” I rephrased, my voice tight as I gripped my wrist folded behind my back. Gilles finally looked up at me. His warm amber eyes flickered with something untapped. Something that had my hackles slowly stirring. “She’s… gone,” he responded quietly, but his report felt like ice shards smashing against glass—it crackled in the silence that fell between us, then stretched, painfully.

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,”