Giles Grimm Novels & Stories

"I want the man who broke my heart to be the one who tries to fix it. I want you to stop talking about the past and show me that you're actually here." A dark, hungry grin spread across Stiles’s face. "You’ve grown some teeth, Grey. I like it. I like it a lot.” “Want to see what this Grey can do?” A dark, hungry look crossed his face, his pupils dilating until his eyes were almost entirely black. "Show me."

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”

Grimes. "Wow! I was wondering what gorilla had claws." Sarah said. "gorilla's don't have claws." Mr. Grimes said. "So what are we gonna do about it?" Sarah asked. Ezra eyes opened wide in surprise. "I like your spirit daughter, for now you'll have to wait because it's really dangerous and not like the normal werewolf we go after, Your father and I will be going after it with some other trained men." Mr. Grimes said.

Emilia Clark I sat still, fidgeting nervously as I waited for my interview with Mrs. Grey. I knew little about her, except that she was the Chairwoman of Grey Enterprises, a multi-billion dollar company previously run by her son, Damien Grey. No one had seen or heard from Damien since he was reportedly involved in an accident two years ago.

Samael smiled softly, drawing a whetstone from his belt to sharpen his scythe. “There's a reason gargoyles are grotesque, Shannon.” “Why?” I steadied myself on a branch stripped of bark. “To scare away evil spirits.” He rubbed the blade with his robe. It glinted like a crescent moon. “I am vicious but just. The angel of severity.” “And an all-around creeper.”

But something surged up from the soil, through the willow, through her, and into me. A ward. An alarm. A warning. I turned. And there he stood. Silas Grimm. Tall. Still. Ghostly. He wasn’t wearing anything special, but he didn’t need to. His very presence stilled the air. He looked like death incarnate. Not just the absence of life—but the devourer of it. His eyes locked onto mine. Flat. Unmoving. Older than me. Stronger? Maybe. But colder? Absolutely. He didn’t speak.

It was the Lord Commander, Grant Xenos. Grant watched the two people in the room with an indifferent expression and unwavering eyes. Meanwhile, Gill didn’t notice Grant’s presence at all, right until Grant walked forward and opened his mouth. “Gill, how old are you this year?” “Ah—” Gill was shocked, and hurriedly pushed away the female assistant. In front of Grant, he had always pretended to be a good, obedient boy. He had never been caught red-handed like now. He was stunned as he looked at his uncle in fear and trepidation. “Granduncle, you… when did you arrive?”

He said, “Uncle Sebastian has never been late for a meeting or any occasion unless something sudden happened. He always comes in time whenever it involves work for the family.” As they were walking down, Kyle who was in front of the group saw two cars parked alongside Grey’s new car, the Chevrolet Camaro that was from the year 1968. The two cars were Rolls Royce Phantom and about three guards around the place. “Look there are cars at the entrance-” “Let’s hurry up,” Grey said as he quickly went down the hill. “Oh fuck.” Kyle who was the person in front accidentally tripped on a large root that was sticking on the ground. He wasn’t bruised or anything, he was just feeling the pain on his knee

Wow, a bath would be great right now. Grayson takes a seat by my side, as my legs still cower underneath the blanket. "It's important you don't freak out," he tells me. Instantly, his words have the opposite effect to what he intended. My heart flutters at the insinuation of bad news. It's early in the morning, my mate is looking nervous, and now suddenly, he's holding my hands between his own. I'm captured in his intrusive gaze, as he suggests I don't worry without even speaking. But nonetheless, his next sentence shocks me. "Lexia, I'm a Phantom Wolf."

(Titus POV) They should be here. From what I’ve gathered, the priests live on the outskirts of the town surrounding the castle. It’s a peaceful place surrounded by trees and other greenery. Looking around, I could only slump my shoulders in defeat. I just can’t find them! “What do you need child?” I turned around startled, “!” The priest apologized, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” “Grover, right?” “Actually, it’s Giles. Do you need Grover?” he asked concerned.