Griffin Stagg Novels & Stories

The Devotion Pack has been almost empty, after the Alpha disappeared, and rumours of Phantom Wolves roaming around scared Pack members away. Adrian crosses him from the list. "How about Grayson?" I hesitate, lifting my head from where I was brushing lint off my jeans. Grayson? "Who's that again?" I ask. The name Grayson doesn't ring a bell in my head, which is strange, since I'm familiar with most Alphas. "Alpha of Freedom," Adrian informs me. No wonder. Shaking my head, I slip off the edge of the desk, and take the pen from Adrian's hand, proceeding to draw a thick red line over the name. My blonde haired assistant stares at me as I resume my spot.

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,”

He staggered backwards and crouched to the floor as his ears rang. Then he turned towards the familiar voice. "You almost killed me, Greg!" "I didn't mean that," Greg said. A man in his mid-fifties. He had greying hair and dark eyes. He was of average height and he donned a white lab coat that was reaching his knees and under it, he wore blue jeans and a plaid short-sleeved blue shirt. Greg, also known as Dr. Greg, the latter was the term he was often referred to as. He was a research doctor and a friend of Governor Silas.

JUPITER POV Keeping tabs on Grisha was as fun as it got. I still couldn’t believe that the little naïve girl with big-ass framed reading glasses was the golden phoenix who was going to bring us salvation and save the world from the hands of Anuka. It was still a very foreign concept even though I wanted to make deal with it. From the scrolls, Grisha would be strong, domineering, unstoppable. And the little girl who was not only 18 but also man-blood was really far from what was written in the scrolls! Well, except for her insanely dominating aura even though she was just meek, and pretty much killable!

Again. Breathing deeply, he paved his way to the right wing of the place and headed to a huge garden located in the middle of the Palace. Large balls of energy were emitting different spectres of light to the surroundings. There was a stage situated a hundred steps away from him as people gathered around it. He walked a few steps ahead as he tried to look for his brother and mother on the stage. Instead he saw his father, a man in his mid 60's with a grey beard covering half of his face. He was wearing a green velvet robe bearing the Seal of the Guardians: a symbol of a fist wrapped in a circle. There were four others who stood beside him that wore the same robes with the seal.

Janet turned to Griffin with a forced smile before walking away. "Don't mind her," Karen said, waving it off. "Tell me about yourself. You look familiar—I feel like I've seen you somewhere before." "I work for Mr. Stefan Everest. I'm his proxy," Griffin replied simply. Karen’s eyes widened. "Oh my God, that’s right! And what’s that like?" Griffin leaned back. "Are you one of those people who hate him just because he's crippled and mute?" Karen quickly shook her head. "Of course not! I think it's amazing that you’ve stayed with him for so long. And it’s really brave of you to be looking for a company of your own."

He taunted, obviously trying to rile me up. The crown? I'd always been the owner of that crown and he wouldn't take it from me. I stepped closer to him, taking in deep drag and then blowing the smoke right into his face. “No, f**ker. You’ll be the one crying. Heard you’re still milking Daddy’s money. Tell me—did you trade your whole pack just to scrape that cash together?” I jibed back, hitting him where I knew it would cut deep. Aside from the fact he’s a cocky bastard, Griffin had always been a lazy bastard with no investment of his own, just waiting for his father to die so he could become the next Alpha. And seeing the way his cocky grin cracked getting replaced with an angry look—

He was not oblivious to the facts; he kept silent, going with the flow. "Why didn't I meet Zaylee yesterday? She's my mother's secretary!" Griffin said without guilt, making Vion furious. What he regretted until now was making a promise to Griffin. That agreement allowed Griffin to be with Zaylee now under the guise of a CEO-secretary relationship.

The impact sent Gregory sprawling to the ground, gasping for air as pain radiated through him. “Is this what you want, Gogi?” Evan sneered, looming over him. “To see your pack fall apart? All of this for a fool’s hope? Just give up!” But Gregory gritted his teeth, fighting through the pain. “I’ll never give up! My pack means everything to me, and I’ll die before I let you take it from me!” As Gregory struggled to regain his footing, he could feel Evan closing in, ready to finish him off. This can’t be how it ends! I have to fight! I have to protect Emma!

If my father was alive he would have done same. "Apologize" he ordered. "Uncle let it be" intervened aarav and earned a slap too. "I am sorry." I mumbled. "You will also be there at dinner" he declared. "But he don't have family" said Griffin. "I have. I have two brothers. Not by blood but I do have family." I spoke startling them "Who?" Asked griffin. "You piece of shit, Don't even know a thing about your daughter's partner. I am ashamed of you." Shout peter at griffin.