Griffin Rock Novels & Stories

Just as they sat silently enjoying their wine, the sound of a voice followed by a footstep froze them in their tracks. "You both are here." Griffin asked with a smirk as he strolled into the courtyard. He was dressed so casually. He had on gray sweatpants and a red t-shirt that complimented his skin under the moonless sky and showed off his well builded body. He looked so much like a full course meal and even the twins had to frown in jealousy at their uncle's appearance. "Griffin you're still here?" Zayn asked in a mocking tone, but Griffin chuckled and said in return. "If I'm not here, then where should I be?"

"Maren, they brought bodyguards." "It doesn't matter." I grabbed the jacket from my bedside and pulled it on. "Let's go." Griffin stood in the center of the landing pad with his people already positioned at his side. His gaze swept over the base, taking in the rust-eaten tin walls, the dock piled high with equipment, and the cables caked in grease. The corner of his mouth curled with undisguised contempt. Then, he saw me. His eyes lingered on me for less than half a second before moving on.

Feeling rather displeased, Pomona snapped, "I live all alone in the deep mountains of South Daire, and that's a very lonely way to live, you know. I never have anyone to talk to. Why are you being so impatient now when I finally got the chance to say a few more words, Jorm?" "I just want to get the job done as quickly as possible," Jorm retorted. "Once we take out Griffin, we can head on over to take down Nino and Jade." "Oh, fine. Griffin is doomed to die at some point anyway, so he might as well die off sooner rather than later. I'll send him on his way." Still leaning on her cane, Pomona started hobbling toward Cassian and Griffin. "You should just stand back and watch the fight. Griffin'

Aranjo jumped back and fell down, Aranjo's eyes widened to see the creature in front of her. "Please don't eat me! I don't have much meat and if you eat me I'm sure you'll choke!" Aranjo said while continuing to retreat backward. Aranjo stared straight at the creature, she had read a scroll about such a creature before her. A rarely seen majestic spiritual beast, it is said that each age has only one Griffin, and when they die, they turn to ashes.The next Griffin will be born from the ashes of the previous Griffin, they will simply die and be born in the forest of fog.

We waited for a while until meeting drunk Griffin slamming open the door, surprising all of us with his ginger Afro hair. His cinnamon horns sticking straight out of them. He had a pick sticking out of his hair and a drink in the other he started picking his hair making it bigger than it needed. He wore a loose red flannel with capri shorts and a t-shirt that said, LOVE PEACE AND LUNCH, then after scratching his butt heavily. Well all looked away in disgusted as he brought it back up to sniffed it. “Oh, Hey yah ladies welcome to casa Griffin come in.” He laughed holding the door for us, we looked all still wondering if we should follow the drunk half griffin half goat.

The knife instantly connected, drawing a deep gash across the creature's abdomen. Roaring in agony, the griffin flapped its wings furiously, creating a gust of wind that sent Elliot sprawling backward. But he quickly regained his footing, refusing to let his momentary setback dampen his resolve. Elizabeth, seeing the griffin's distraction, seized the opportunity to find another rock, this time even larger and heavier. With a mighty effort, she heaved the enormous rock into the air, aiming for the griffin's head. The rock soared through the air, its aim valid. It struck the griffin with a resounding thud, causing the creature to stagger, momentarily stunned.

Using the palm that’s stroking her hair, to push her head back. We have changed, in the physical sense. Griffin wears mostly black now, and has piercing on parts of his body. His hair has grown longer, and he has gotten worse with showing emotions. And he’s very petty, and a cultured degenerate. “Griffin, that’s his name. And yes, we have had changes. As have you.” She stiffens, and I regret mentioning. Griffin has been acting like a basic wounded bitch. Refusing to protect our mate. Anastasia is not fragile, and I’ll admit, I love the bossy, mean version of her just as much as I love this version.

Griffin was missing. According to reports, during the final massive zombie assault, he carried a huge load of explosives straight into the center of the horde alone and blew the entire wave apart.

The room seemed deserted and I was about to leave when I bumped into a huge rock, my nose almost bruising due to the impact. "Ouch." I cried out and raised my head to lash at whoever when I caught the smell of the most delicious scent ever. I stiffened as Chole came alive in my head, flipping around in excitement. "Mate." A familiar voice growled and my heart skipped a beat. I would recognize that voice anywhere. Oh moongoddess! Do not tell me..... I looked to see Griffin, his dark eyes glowing, his mouth opening to show his fangs as I moved closer towards him.

She was a good fit for Griffin and they were inseparable. When Griffin inevitably woke up next to her emaciated corpse one morning, he was devastated and inconsolable. He didn’t eat for months. He kept watch over her body in the crypts, refusing to leave her side even after death. I went in there myself to bring him food and water because he would attack anyone else who tried to come near him.