Griffith Manga Panels Novels & Stories

Griffin's battle form was the body of a man and the head of a bull with cleaved hands, making his punches deadly. “That is so cool. My great-nana used to tell me stories about watching a Minotaur in the Colosseum before emperor Valentinian III stopped the games. She also told me about other shifting breeds, but I haven’t met any other than a few panthers, tigers, and a lynx.” Bee was more excited now than when she was talking about her bike. Griffin sat silently listening to the she-wolf. His bull snorted in the back of his mind. I like her. She isn’t a pretentious bitch. His bull said as he stretched and walked closer so he could take a closer look.

He eyed the others and watched them all agree to his words. "I would die first before I let any harm come to you," Grift whispered and brought his mouth to Phoenix neck where he licked, kissed, bit, and sucked. Phoenix knew he was pulling up a bruise, marking him. He moaned again and pressed his head tighter to him. Thrift moved on to his chest, paying exquisite attention to his nipples. He had him babbling, begging for something more to alleviate the intense pleasure he almost couldn't bear. He felt Drift's fingers invading his wet hole and a shiver so intense rocked his entire body. He felt his wolf peeking from within.

Griffith gave her a moment to catch her breath, then grabbed both her hands again, smirking, "Try scolding a couple more times?" "You!" She rolled her eyes. "I'm going to beat you up!" Griffith gritted his teeth and, seeing her blush, found her quite cute. He licked his lips, sweaty from the exercise; his hands on her wrists felt warm and damp. "Hurry up and let me up." "Can't you get up on your own?" "Don't be smug. Now is your chance. Treat me well, and I'll forgive you." Griffith sneered and said, "Big talk. Aren't you afraid of choking on your words?"

To break the corpse puppet's defense and to make the corpse puppet lose its fighting ability, one must have superb attacking energy, which most of the people there cannot do. Even if someone managed to do it, it would be impossible to do so under the swarm attack of the corpse puppets! Griffin's expression was no different from eating shit, these words from Riv were to accuse him. After all, just now Griffin had rambled on, describing Fane badly and thinking that the only reason he had not come out was that he was good at escaping. Griffin was breathing heavily, obviously, he could not answer this question from Riv, no matter what he said it would be self-defeating, Griffin hated Fane even m

‘Today’s attack was clumsy, uncalculated, like they were throwing bodies at us just to see how we would react, there was nothing strategic about it at all and that worries me,’ Aiden’s best friend Griffon, who was sitting suspiciously close to her cousin, Jayden, who had not looked in her direction since entering the room, spoke up, attempting to draw the tension away from one another and back to the problem at hand. Griffon wore a white tank top, the tribal tattoo visible on his left shoulder. It was a symbol that every member of the pack sported, something to symbolize their bond as pack members and something she was constantly fascinated to see. She studied the image, how the images of th

“You’re gonna make us deaf.” The band’s music died with a plummeting trumpet. “Pardon my intrusion, milord and lady, but is that what I think it is?” Aki and Temujin rose and tried to make themselves as presentable as possible. “Yeah, this is Griffin,” Temujin answered. “He’s a Harpax eagle. One of the very few left. And this here is Aki. She…”

My lungs ached from the process of holding my breath, and my palms by my side turned slick with sweat as every muscle in my body went tight. And finally I saw them. Griffin. And his crew. They emerged into the clearing, cursing and throwing crude insults about the race. Griffin looked furious, but his shoulders were still squared, his chin lifted high; even after defeat, he still carried himself like he hadn’t lost. A gasp caught in my throat as I tried to process it. My heart was thundering heavily in my chest as I crouched lower. What were they doing here? Was this where they came from?

Eriva let out a small growl, her eyes glistening a light shade of gold, her fox coming to the surface. A fight between a golden dragon and a cunning 9 tailed werefox didn’t seem like a good idea right about now. We didn’t want to step into world war z just yet! We had so much on our platter to take care of! “Okay, guys. Calm down. Volkavik, that wasn’t nice, man. We need the phoenix, safe and alive. Or else we will be stuck in this reliquary for as long as your mind allows. We’ve been here for ages now, I think it’s time to get out and if we’re going to get out, we need HER. She is Grisha, remember!” Crescent stepped in putting his hands up. The fade scales on Volkavik’s skin faded and he st

"September 3, 8123- Flawless victory!" Grisha kept flipping through pages with a face that couldn't be any more red. Her eyes glided through the report and article as if she was looking at her most favorite childhood picture book. Her chest tightened, and chills brushed up and down her neck. Likewise, her expressions teetering back and forth between smile and amusement. Soon, she took a deep breath, her expressions turned neutral as she reached the end of the file. She leaned back on her chair and closed her eyes.

When Griff finally stands and begins weaving his way through the chairs and tables towards the restroom, I follow closely, trying to keep my cane quiet as I tail him. When I step into the bathroom I’m pleased to see that he’s the only man present, and that there’s a lock on the door. I quickly slide the bolt home, and approach behind him at the urinal. Extending my claws, I swiftly bring them to his throat, taking cruel pleasure in his shock. He freezes in place, even ceasing to urinate mid-stream. “Hello Griff.” I greet him, my voice little more than a guttural growl. “I – who are you?” He demands hoarsely. “What do you want?”