Griffin Stagg Novels & Stories

Never this terrifyingly beautiful. I forgot to breathe. Even the assassin holding the blade to my throat faltered. His grip loosened just slightly—but enough. Now. Without thinking, I threw my elbow back into his stomach with all the strength I could summon. He grunted, staggering, and I yanked myself out of his hold and stumbled forward. The wolf’s gaze flicked to me for the briefest second—just long enough to acknowledge what I’d done. There was a glint in his eyes, something like surprise… and pride.

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!

"Is your 'Uncle Marcus' coming back?" His expression told me the truth. My practiced smile faded as cold realization washed over me. All the pieces clicked into place-the stabbing, the rest room incident, Peter's injury. Samuel Griffin wasn't just an annoyance; he was the puppetmaster. "You've got quite the appetite, Mr. Griffin," I said coldly, anger simmering just beneath my controlled exterior. "Skylake District is Skyview City's crown jewel-countless families have their eyes on it, yet you want it all for yourself?"

Griffin had yet to come across a criminal who actually admitted any form of guilt, and her vehement denial was boringly predictable. Griffin noticed that the two businessmen who earlier had been deep in conversation were now stealing furtive glances at her. Not that he couldn’t appreciate what they were looking at: messy brown hair, soft, kissable lips, a mouthwatering silhouette, and legs that went all the way into next week. ***** They’d looked even longer coming down his parents’ staircase at Em’s eighteenth party, in a tiny dress and designer heels. And just like that, Griffin was back at Cherry Grove Mansion, the family estate, at the precise moment she had approached him.

************* 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

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."

The warrior Stan gets out of the driver's seat and walks up the front steps to where Griffin is waiting. Memphis does a quick Angel scan of the warrior in front of him before handing control back to Griffin finding nothing hostile. Griffin turns his back to the warrior as he says. “Follow me.” Without waiting for a reply Griffin heads into the castle and leads the warrior into Nathaniel’s office. As soon as the warrior has entered past Griffin, he says gruffly. “Wait here. His Highness will be with you soon.” Griffin backs out of the office and closes the door. He walks a little further down the hall and into the war room, Nathaniel looks up from the map in front of him as Griffin enters and