Griffin Rock Novels & Stories

Why was my love life so frustrating? "Have you noticed how the grass isn't itchy like regular grass?" I was wanting to keep topics on the tour. "The griffins who live here have an oil on their skin that coats the grass and makes it velvety. It's been like that for so long that the grass grows like that naturally now. And the color is like a turquoise mineral." I was feeling more at peace as we walked along. I turned and stretched my hands up. "Look, it's a griffin nest," I whispered. "And around the family are the flowers I mentioned. They're magnificent!"

But he, Griffin, is different, and if we ever meet again, both single and without problems, then maybe we have a chance. “Mmm… Griffin…” I moaned while he was behind me. We were in the water now, both naked. We had just finished exploring the island we visited, which was composed mostly of limestone. In fact, we are currently surrounded by massive rocks, making it feel like we have our own private pool that only we know about. My back was pressed against his front, and I could feel his hard member poking against me. One of his hands was on my chest while the other was at my throbbing center, where he was finger-fucking me with two fingers while his thumb strummed my clit. He was also kissing

“Don’t get too cocky, b*stard. I may not be able to kill you now, but this doesn’t mean that your luck will stay up after leaving the secret place! On top of that, I’m not the only one who wants to kill you. You’ve offended so many people, and you may just perish before I can do anything to you!” The sword in Griffin’s hands once again returned to the sheath with a wave of his sleeve. He sneered and looked around before moving his hands, activating his true energy and punching the space before him. Fwomph! Ripples appeared in the space in front of him. A flash of happiness flashed past Griffin’s eyes as he walked toward the area where the ripples were most apparent. Griffin took out his entr

I would never burden her with the knowledge of where I’d spent the past four decades while she had been in Heaven. Griff slowed at a small hill, pointed at an object, and continued on the back of his Hellhound. The person behind him stopped their mount and jumped down to pick up a stone, while Griff continued toward the next hiding-spot.

A rustling sound from behind his back made him stop from reading the book he's holding. "Professor, what's with all of these junk?," a guy with round rimmed glasses said. He was wearing a white lab coat and his unruly dark hair partially covered his ears and nape. His thick eyebrows were furrowed deep on his forehead as he scrambled over the piles of documents scattered on the floor. Leaning over the table stacked with books and papers of different sorts, he scooped down and held a tiny gray creature with big round eyes and yellow irises. The creature's body was slime-like, yet it seemed to have short limbs and a small mouth that produces a harsh hissing sound when it opens.

Griffin soothes away the sting with his tongue moments before he continues his path of destruction down my body. He licks and sucks at my skin until I’m sure that I’m going to be covered in marks. The thought only has more heat pooling between my thighs. “You’re being a tease again,” I hook one leg over his shoulder as he kisses my inner thigh. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.” “You fucking love it.” He flicks his tongue over my clit, a wicked gleam in his eyes. Griffin sucks on my clit as he presses two fingers into me. My hips rock off the bed as he thrusts deeper. His tongue flicks over my clit in time with his rocking fingers, shoving me over the edge of an orgasm he’s had me clinging f

Like it’s not as strong as if she just left. Griffin doesn’t even wait for me to give a signal and he shifts into his massive form and takes off into a run. Scanning, running, sniffing, and growling with the frustration of what will happen if we don’t find her. Pine trees of our pack forest are a blur and I know where he is heading. Fairy lake.

It doesn't make too much difference where we are anyway. Silence stretches between us as he thinks about who knows what. His hands keep curling and uncurling before his eyes and touching the water at his side. I take this minute to examine him, trying to figure out how I know his name. Griffin is handsome, almost boring, with fiery hair and dark brown eyes. Endless pools of chocolate turn to a pearly black as his brow furrows under concentration.

"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.

Before he could release the arrow, a dark, massive shape exploded over the edge of the granite cliff behind him. Gryfyn cleared the five-hundred-foot vertical climb in seconds, his bare hands tearing into the solid ice and rock like steel hooks. He didn't even draw his broadsword. He grabbed the archer by the throat with one bare, tattooed hand, lifting the man clean off his feet and throwing him over the edge of the cliff into the black abyss below without slowing his momentum for a single second. My breath trapped dead in my throat.