Griffith Gender Novels & Stories

He took a step forward, but I shifted Adelaine behind me, shielding the crying female with my body. “Being her mate doesn’t give you the right to hit her. Not her, not any female. Is that how you plan to treat the women of your realm?” I asked through my teeth, not letting his wolf’s aura cow me. Griffith saw him as barely more than a pup. Honestly, I had no idea what Adelaine had been thinking… “It’s my realm, and you’re no longer the General, nor will you be. This isn’t your concern. Adelaine, come!,” he ordered, trying to shoulder past me.

It wasn’t like I set out to be single my entire life, but wolves didn’t throw themselves at women, especially when they weren’t beautiful or submissive. “So, my wolf and hers were the same?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even. “Cathwulf’s other half was the most radiant Arctic wolf in existence,” he said with a fond smile. “Mine was utterly smitten.” “But you didn’t feel the same?” I asked. Griff hesitated for long enough for me to gauge that his lack of an answer was a resounding no. “She was a di cult woman to love.” “Because she didn’t dance?”

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.

He looked over at the other men, “Hans, get her some water.” “What are you doing Felix?” asked an older man, as the younger man ran off. “Griff, we don’t torture.” He looked at the man before turning back to me. “Who are you?” “You can’t believe anything she says, she’s a manipulator. She killed her own kind,” claimed Griff. Killed my own kind? I could never… I blacked out, I’m missing a lot of time, what if I did do something? I was messing around with a lot of spells. What if… I began breathing fast again.

Dylan fucking Griffin. I used to have a crush on him back in third grade but not anymore. I have other things to worry about then a blond haired guy noticing how much I liked him. Besides, it was a long time ago and I don't feel shit for him now. His father is the Pack's Gamma and he's mated to a human woman so that makes him hybrid. Not as strong as us but strong enough. He must have felt our presence because he turned immediately and looked at us with wide eyes. Like he wasn't expecting us here.

"Young man, without treatment—" "I'll still be me." Griffin stepped fully into the room, his chin lifted with that stubborn, infuriating, perfect Coleman defiance I'd seen in Michael during our better days. The family trait that had drawn me to his father and that now filled me with equal parts pride and terror in our son. "And I'd rather have thirty good years than a hundred as someone else's experiment." Maria made a small sound of protest. "Griffin, this isn't about changing who you are. It's about fixing a mistake—"

I sat in my office, legs crossed, my eyes fixed on my phone. What was I so interested in? A picture of Griffy. Well, his full name was Griffin Antonio, but I loved calling him Griffy. It was a nickname I had personally given him, in my heart, anyway. I knew it was kinda lame, but no human being could read minds, so I wasn't too worried about it. Griffy was, like, the hottest man I had ever seen.

“So what if you’re the leader of a national corporation? You’re still a woman at the end of the day, and you’re still going to have to open up your legs in the end! I’m going to f*ck you bloody, Quinna!” After yelling maniacally, Griff yelled at the woman beneath him. “Are you having fun, Quinna? Do you like what you see?” “Mm…Mm…” The woman could not even utter a single word. She wanted to say that she was not Quinna, but Griff was not giving her the chance to do so. Immediately after that, Griff forcefully pressed the woman against the sofa before he opened up her long legs. However, just as he was about to do anything, someone suddenly whacked his head from behind mercilessly.

"I will have to apply this on your cheeks, come what may." She ran off, as he started chasing her. They had played, at a point, they took off their clothes and approached me and Belinda. "Grace doesn't have a penis but I do, why is that so?" I cleared my throat. "The both of you are not the same, she is a girl, girls don't have penises, only boys do." "But I want us to be the same." He cried. "That's not possible. Now, wear your clothes."

“But the seven of us here are your mates, and we are the only ones that can protect you from the vampires. If we let you go, we will be in big trouble, and I don’t even want to think about it and the dangers you will have to face.” “But…” “Let me speak,’ he ordered, and I went silent. He continued. “Griffith is in love with Clyde.’ “What!!' My eyes widened. “Yes, that’s why he’s mad at you for tampering with Clyde’s life.’