Grim Adventures Billy Novels & Stories

She might as well clean up while she was here. ------------------------------ Billy dropped Abagail off with her Great Grandmother. He hated doing it. His Grandmother was a dragon. It wasn’t enjoyable to be around her. His grandmother often displayed a violent temper, and she’d never liked children. The woman found children tiresome, and they got in the way. But he needed to get some money behind him. Before he could afford a babysitter. So, he felt cornered by her again. She would use this to bring him back in line with her plans. It only ever benefitted her.

With a strangled cry, I fly down the steps and throw myself into his arms. “Oof!” Billy lets out a grunt as he takes a step back, steadying himself. He lets out a rough chuckle, shaking his head. “Damn, kid. What have ya been eat’n? Got a helluva grip on ya now.” He reaches out and ruffles the back of my hair. That deep, familiar chuckle rumbles through his chest, and I close my eyes for a moment, just letting it wash over me. He’s here. He’s okay.

He asks. Billy roars out angrily and standing, he charges Abraham, taking him by the throat and shoving him back into a tree. He looks deranged in his frenzied state. Blood slowly drips out of numerous cuts and bite marks, none of which seem to phase him. Leaning forward, he whispers into Abraham’s ear and releases him roughly. “We will take our leave now,” Billy says, smiling as he turns towards the forest and takes off, sprinting south.

Then, summoning every ounce of courage, I pushed off, praying that I wouldn't end up with a broken leg, trapped in this nightmare. I hit the ground with a resounding thud but found myself securely held in strong arms rather than sprawled on the hard ground. The two men gently lowered me to the earth, and to my surprise, I was in one piece. So far, Billy's plan didn't seem so bad. "It's time to run," Billy declared, shifting back into his wolf form. Ace extended his hand toward me. "We need to go." I withdrew my hand abruptly. "I can run on my own."

He guides me to his bike, handing me a helmet. "No way." "Yes. I promise, you'll be fine. I'll go slow." I pull the helmet onto my head and tentatively climb on behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist, I hold tight during the short ride back to the house. When we get there, it's very obvious that no one's home. Billy grabs my hand and tugs me towards the door. "You definitely want this?" He asks, pushing his bedroom door open and pausing to look at me "I don't know what this is." I giggle nervously.

He couldn’t face that kind of guilt again before he had gotten over the one he was already suffering. Before the intruder could utter another word, Billy had his head in his mouth and ripped it clear off. Then he clawed his chest open and took out his heart. Blood was shooting out of the torn arteries as he bled out into the earth. Billy threw his head aside and followed the rest of the pack to the car.

Billy had his head down in the engine compartment. "Hey, Billy. What do 'ya know?" I asked as I leaned over the fender and peered into the darkness. "Not much," Billy replied, recognizing me immediately, but not lifting his head up. "Can't get these damn bolts loose, been workin' on them for an hour," he said disgustingly. "Well, I'm sure you'll get 'er done," I responded. Then I added complementary, "You do good work. You always get 'em going."

Andy asks, ribbin’ him. Billy shakes his head. “Nah, I’m gonna find some alcohol and get shitfaced drunk.” “That’ll be hard to do with your wolf shifter blood,” Andy reminds him. Billy shrugs. “I’m gonna give it a try.” “Well, don’t be late,” I warn him. “Everybody’s excited to go.” He says nothing again, and I’m beginnin’ to get irritated. But then Pa makes his way over on horseback, and Billy and Andy take off without saying much at all to Pa or anyone else.

This was bad—he didn't remember me at all. Billy was the grandson of Patrick Newman, the butler at the Greven residence. When we were kids, we played together. As he grew up, however, he squandered his time on gambling, drinking, and partying. His father sent him abroad, and we hadn't seen each other since. He must've only returned recently, completely unaware of what had happened in the past. Seeing me in a mess, Norris finally stepped in. "Billy, is it? Don't ruin her face, please. I'm sure Mr. Greven likes her because of her looks…"

Another knock on the door interrupts the moment, and she pulls away from me abruptly, making me miss her heat almost immediately. “Trevor,” Billy says from the doorway and makes his way into the room despite the other teammates trying to stop him. “I’m sorry, man,” he says, ignoring them as he approaches my bed. “I was drunk, and I didn’t know what I was saying, I just…” His words trail off when he sees Gracie in the room and pales even further. “I’m sorry, okay?” he combs his fingers through his hair and shakes his head. “I didn’t mean to cause any trouble, you have to believe that.”