Griff Griffith Novels & Stories

he said, “Do you know how dangerous it is. Even for wolves and you’re just a human,” “Thanks for saving my life. I’m grateful for that, but you don’t have to worry about me,” The man gazing at me as if I’m a wonder. “Who are you? Why are you here?” I asked. “I’m Alex and I live around here,” he said. “What’s your name?” he asks me. “Serena,” “Serena, where are you from?” The way he said my name, made my heart race. “I’m from Silver Fangs pack,”

Eric's lazy voice sounded especially heavy in the night, enough to suffocate a person. Grix—full name Felix Griffin—was the fifth child in his family. He made a living doing dirty work that other people were too afraid to touch. He often said that his hands were soaked in blood. Grix immediately tried to please Eric. "I'm nobody worth waiting for, Mr. Hammond. Say the word, and I'll give it my all as long as I can manage it." Eric was unimpressed by his devotion. "Take someone out for me." Grix grinned. "Easy. Who?"

Way to make things worse, Grif, I thought. "MATE!!!? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN, MATE? WHO IS THIS?!" Chance demanded. I grabbed Griffin's hand to calm him. "This is Griffin, future Alpha of the Savages Pack so you better calm your ass down and show some respect." he snarled. I heard Chance gasp at the news and there was silence for a moment. Then I heard growls and crashing that seemed to last forever but actually probably only lasted a few minutes. Finally, there was silence again and I heard Chance take a deep breath.

As soon as he finished speaking, Griffin Cooper walked out of the side door with Hannah Elliot and another man supporting him. Perhaps it was really because Nathaniel angered him, or perhaps the weather was too cold. Griffin seemed to be quite ill. Perhaps it was also because Griffin didn't want the public to know that he pretended to be sick the last time and didn't want to hand over the baton of authority to Nathaniel himself... In short, Griffin did not look very good. It seemed that he needed to walk with assistance. With help from Hannah and the other man, he walked for a long time before he arrived at the center of the podium and came to Dominic's side.

"What are you doing?" "Griffin, Theodore said he was once your friend but then you broke his trust." I made sure he couldn't look away from me. Griffin might have the reputation and rap sheet of a devil like the one that lives inside of him. But Dell is just the sweetest. Dare I say, he's even sweeter than Grimsborrow's white knight.

"Am I dead? I should've been dead... I fell..." A sharp cry left his mouth as his heart was filled with grief and guilt. He felt so powerless that he thought he should die for it. But he knew that he shouldn't, for he has to survive and fulfill his grandfather's wishes. He clasped his hand over his mouth as his body shook while he sobbed helplessly. Hopelessly. He never cried before, even when he was still a child, but now his soul was just in pure anguish that he couldn't stop the tears from falling. Few footsteps came rushing towards the door then a few knocks came rapidly.

No sense scaring a kid near-to-death, he figured, especially if he wanted Claire to see him as a decent guy. “Hi, Tanya,” Claire said. “Yeah, I’m fine.” “Really?” Tanya said, looking Griff up and down. “Hi. I’m Tanya.” “John Griffin,” he said. “But everyone calls me Griff.” “Oh, do they now?” Claire said with heavy sarcasm. “I had noooooo idea.”

I responded, raising from where I sat. Griffin cut me off guard when he brought out his Alpha rod as he raised it up. “I, Griffin Jackson. The alpha of red moon pack pronounced you as my successor of La Vince Entertainment.” He pronounced with all authority given unto him.

I asked the photographer politely referring to Sapphirus. "You're right, I'm a snake and I'm venomous. My real name is Brigor Sapphirus Griffin, my last name Griffin means dangerous."

“But he had people watching out for me, and I never got close enough to issue a challenge.” “He sounds like a coward.” “That bastard is now burning in the Pits, getting the punishment he richly deserves.” “Good.” My word came out strangled because that comment could also apply to me. Griff inhaled a deep breath. “I wandered around the Supernatural World, never staying in one place for too long because most packs don’t like handsome strangers who attract all the women.” “Or strangers who lack modesty,” I said, the corner of my mouth lifting.