Griffin Rock Novels & Stories

Third pov Griffin sat alone in the quiet chamber he had claimed as his own, staring at the dim glow pulsing from the crystal he kept hidden beneath the floorboard. The crystal, stolen from one of Sorcerer Elena’s secret vaults before her death, still retained traces of her dark magic. It hummed faintly now, reacting to Griffin’s growing hunger for more.

The table was a marble countertop that showed the map of the secret divisions, stretching from Khriva, down to Varagrafena, and beyond the mountains that led to Norspatia! “Okay, what’s the rush?” Crescent called out in his deep, gravel voice. “You won’t believe it guys but I saw her. She is coming!” Eriva informed exuberantly with a huge smile, her deep yellow eyes brimming with excitement. “And who is “her”?” Poseidon was the one who popped the question, with deep furrows of confusion marring his perfect, clean, shaved face. “Grisha! She is coming and she will be among this year’s intake.” She laid the news to us causing us to look at her in disbelief.

Meanwhile, Derek, Marcus and Mr. Lancaster we’re headed deep in the forest to face the griffin. The griffin was said to be a fearsome creature, with razor-sharp talons, a beak that could tear through stone, and wings that could create gusts strong enough to uproot trees. Its mere presence threatened the delicate balance between humans and magical beings. Aware of the danger this creature posed, Marcus, Derek, and Mr. Lancaster decided to face the griffin head-on.

There are only a few left, and I help the boys where I can, clawing and biting when the rogues try to climb them. 'Not all of them are rogues. Some are pack wolves. From another pack.' Griffin says as he sniffs the air. Micah snarls and the two of them circle around me as I limp on three legs. A few more wolves try to attack, but Griffin and Micah take them down easily.

************* Griffin/Memphis Parker = Human - Angel - Abandoned - Mother Human, Father a Fallen Angel Griffin is Three hundred years old half Angel, but he looks twenty and was found as a baby left on the doorstep of the local church, he was taken in by a loving couple who raised him to know the difference between right and wrong, but as he got older, his birthright started to show itself and made it dangerous to anyone who knew him, he tries to hide it but as others learn of his existence and whereabouts; they look to capture or kill him. *********** Savannah Braxton = Witch - Raised by her Mothers Cover

He was so confident about this battle. BAAAAAAAANG!! A sudden ominous noise was louder than before echoed against the shield. Hashim started to throw his curse and frown. The largest griffin, that beautiful griffin, the six-meter griffin glared at him and claws the shield in rage. Conan seemed to smile at the griffin despite the glare that he received. Inside his heart, he had calculated her weight and height. However, he wondered. It was impossible for a normal griffin to be six meters long. The largest was four meters at best.

Maybe because of guilt. The sturdy griffin they were sitting on vibrated. The ground shook and the air around them trembled when the griffin Soleyah and Alpha Alexander were sitting on moved as it prepared for takeoff along with the dozens of gray-feathered griffins around them. A series of ground-shattering roars that shook the hidden place.

"My future is tied to this, Mother. I won't rest until the Hills are ruined." Sophia's face fell, her eyes pleading with Griffin to change his mind. But Griffin's determination only grew stronger. He would see this through, no matter what. ***************************** Griffin stood alone in the heavy rain, staring at his father's grave. The cold water soaked through his clothes, but he didn't feel it. His eyes were brimming with tears, but he refused to let them fall. He was angry, so angry, and he didn't want to reduce his anger to tears.

Even listening to their howl, Griffin remained calm. . #TBC

“Not until we find their bodies.” I close my eyes and turn back to the cairn situated in the center of an area of scorched earth. This is where the pack house of Granite Rise once stood. Hundreds of rocks of varying sizes and shapes make up a great mound that is as tall as my chest. I place the little white rock atop its peak. A memory of Gemma flutters through my mind as I blink back tears. I need three more rocks.