Greem Novels & Stories

"So no. I'm not going back. I'm not going back to live in that house full of memories and pain." Before anyone could respond, she turned and ran upstairs. Her footsteps echoed through the silence until a bedroom door slammed shut, and then there was nothing. Mr. Greystone's hands trembled at his sides. Then his gaze returned slowly to Alexander, and the hatred in it hadn't lessened, if anything, it had deepened into something colder and more deliberate. "You've succeeded in manipulating another one." His voice was frighteningly calm. "For now." He took one slow step backward. "But I promise you this.. I will get back at you, Alexander Blackwood." He spat the name like it tasted of something

Levi said in a whisper voice Azrael and Lexi both jumped down from the vent following Levi. What welcomed them was the stinky dungeon. The stench of body odor and dried blood lingers through the air and Azrael was just trying her best not to vomit. The smell made them nauseous but determination took over. They all looked through the cells of the dungeon. They were wolves from the Crimson Crest pack, lying down without strength. At first glance you might think they are dead but they are not. They are only covered with their own blood and sweat but they are still breathing… barely alive.

Four crescent moons faced the four basic directions and in the center was a diamond. Bryant Grevalli of Madfur Okami pack stuns up in his three-piece suit. Gray outer, darker silver vest, and a maroon inner sleeve. So as his trousers were colored gray. His pitch-black hair was brushed sideway formal style and his thick brows matched his fashion taste. On the same side where pack emblems are stitched, Madfur’s double slanting crescents led by an astra.

"That is where the Grenade part comes in. And trust me this are not ordinary Grenades. It contains silver dust. Hence once it explodes, any werewolf who inhales around it's surrounding will become temporarily weak. Giving us the upper hand." I frowned. "Hold on a minute, where do you plan on finding this weapons?" He giggled. "I've been planning Greenville's defeat for years now. You think I wasn't prepared?" I smiled before returning my gaze to the west region. "Why can't we take the west?" I asked. "Although it basically has no security but it's dangerous. There's a valley separating Greenville from other territories. Although it's the fastest way to get to the Pack house. It's impossible

*GGGGGRRRRRRRROOOOARRRRRRRRRR! "we cant win this!!!"

His ride dipped down so that Gavin could return the wave and share a smile with Nya before the dragon shot back up into the air, its wings flapping furiously to gain the proper height. One of the dragons, a large green one with no rider, fluttered down from the sky and came to rest not far away from where they were standing. He quickly transformed into a familiar form. Nya cringed. It was Gator. At least his clothing stayed with him, as it had with Slate and Flint, and he wasn’t standing there undressed. “Gator! It’s great to see you!” Flint said, running over to clasp hands with the trainer. “You as well,” Gator said. His eyes fell on Nya, and he grumbled something that might’ve been a gree

Jay was gone. Jess tried to turn to run but was unable to pull her feet from the tar. She tried to dig out of it. The more she clawed at the substance the more took its place. Jess suddenly became aware of the thing standing over her. She could feel it breathing on her and she saw its giant claw like feet. Jess was to scared to look up but allowed her eyes to creep up inch by inch. She found herself staring into it's eyes. She let out a ear-piercing scream. “Gotcha pretty girl.” It snarled before opening its mouth and swallowing her whole.

Jakkon regenerated, a cold gleam in his eye. “Where is it?” Samael demanded. A twist of the limb, a snap of the neck. Jakkon waited coolly beneath Samael, watching with disinterest as the Grim Reaper dismembered him. He raised his brow in appraisal. “It's been quite some time, brother. You seem to have lost your touch.”

Growing quiet, they watch me for a moment before laughter erupts from their lips. "Damn near pissed myself." Ramone cackles, slapping his knee. "I forgot the brooding alpha heir was up there." "Your expression was amazing." Gale agrees, between giggles. "I think the both of you have had enough." I sigh, reaching down and yanking the almost empty bottle of moon water from Ramone’s hand. "We still have another day's journey tomorrow before reaching Grishan." "Spoil sport." Gale pouts, fixing me with an extremely unconvincing glare.

“I don’t have time to explain the whole thing. Luna Seraphine mentioned something during our… conversation, and I need Nova to confirm if it’s true.” Creed’s voice hardens. “What did she say?” “She mentioned a Goddess,” I begin, stopping by the window to look out at the dark forest that surrounds our territory. “Marle or some shit. Said the entity in Morana can’t be removed because of this Goddess. I need to know who the hell this Marle is, and if Seraphine’s full of shit or not.” His growl vibrates through the phone, a deep, primal sound that sends a chill down my spine. Creed doesn’t lose control like this often, which tells me that this name—this Goddess—is something big. Something bad.