Grim Book Novels & Stories

Lord, please help me! Father Bringham yanks my blouse further, exposing my bra. I struggle and kick but it is no use. Then suddenly, as if my prayers are answered, Father Bringham freezes. Like Sister Abbie, his eyes roll to the heavens and a tiny wheeze escapes his lips. Blood drains from his face and his features twist into a convulsion before a tremor runs through his body violently.

I don't know if that is a low number but I've accepted it anyway. "Of course you're gonna miss your old man and oh I have one more thing for you." He went out of the room and returned in an instant. In his hand was a walnut-brown, medium-sized book. "This is our family Grimoire and I want you to have it," Dad held out the Grimoire for me to take but I couldn't help but feel hesitant to take it. The book emitted a large force of power that seemed way beyond my worth. "It's alright Ren. You can take it," my Father's words were enough for me to initiate courage and reach out to grab the Grimoire. The Grimoire, although not large carried an abundant force of energy that seemed to charge me. I kn

Brandon offered. Bella shook her head. "I don't need a bodyguard Brandon" she pointed out. Brandon looked at her with a confused expression. He wanted to ask what she meant by that, but Blaze interrupted him. "Alright, let's go back" he agreed. On the other hand, Graham is now in a small cottage-like structure in the Dark realm. He lost all of his powers. He is living a miserable life, living on scraps from other people. And sometimes he even sleeps with an empty stomach. He remembered how he ended up in this cottage in the first place.

I was beyond confused now; what did an old book have to do with Clarissa? "You guys have no idea what this is, do you?" We shook our heads, waiting for Alyssa to explain. "It's a grimoire of supernatural creatures. The book was written by the Fae elders and told everything there is to know about every supernatural creature in existence... including how to kill them."

I love it. I see Liam come back in with Rik right behind him. “You’re Rik.” Grace says, walking over to him. I can see she’s confused about how she knows him. “You must be Grace. It’s nice to finally meet you. I was hoping it would be under better circumstances.” Rik extends his hand to her. After they shake, he looks around. “Liam says you were attacked by hunters.” He sees me and begins to head over. Grace falls into step beside him. “Yes, thirty-eight of them.” She says.

Liam said as he looked back to me smirking before chuckling and turning back around. "You guys are trafficking woman! That's a terrible thing to do! You're all sick!" I yelled. "Nobody ever said were good people babygirl, but keep talking to us like that then you just might become one." Jack said as he smiled an crooked sadistic smile. I let out a huff of air deciding to not to push their buttons since I have no knowledge about them other than their first name, and that they were extremely attractive, world class criminals. I'm guided to a stone staircase making me internally sigh because of the amount of steps that were presented. My legs slowly move up each step allowing me to remain my ca

She placed her hands on the table, “Well...? We've currently had success with it. It's now available but high demand has slowed distribution and it's tiring” He just stared at the beautiful face for a while before exhaling “I'm so sorry about that... I understand how it feels” She nodded again. “So what exactly made GRM pay me a visit today?” “That... is actually one of the reasons I am here, Miss Geneva”, he spoke after a heartthrob. “Something very personal” “Oh... you?”, she asked at the end of his words. He shook his head, “No... Uhm, It's the Guvnor...” her eyebrows raised and het lips parted, “He's really in a bad state that could cause a terrifying problem and shake GRM..., as a whole

Grimm finished for him. The two men stared at each other. Hawk shook his head. "Do you believe...?" "Do you?" They looked at each other. They looked at the fire. "No,"they both scoffed at the same time, studying the fire intently. "She doesn't seem quite usual though, does she?" Grimm finally said. "I mean, she's unnaturally bright. Beautiful. And witty, ah, the stories she told me on the way back here from the Comyn keep. She's strong for a lass. And she does have odd sayings. Sometimes I don't know if you've noticed-her brogue seems to fade in and out."

I say, and Burks sharp eyes flick to me before he completely relaxes. The hard-shelled Commander slips away, and my best friend comes forward. His own concern and nerves surface. "I have a plan, but what I have learned from sparing with you, my friend, is Gaimos are slippy bastards. Your people pinpoint weaknesses and exploit them to the fullest. I just have to be smarter than him. It is as simple as that," Burk says, and Nole claps him on the back. "Don't stress. Moor will go down," Nole says and I roll my eyes.

The rider soon pulled up into the neighbourhood with a cloud of dust behind him, flashing a powerful luminous headlight that outdid the street lamppost. The final destination was a wall covered with graffiti made with coal, cheap paints, blood and other human matter, that still smell through the arts, most likely the work of juveniles and junkies. The rider dismounted gracefully, clad head to toe in an all-black leather outfit, with every detail—from the reinforced boots to the armoured gloves, dark blackout Kala Carbon helmet and … a rubber duck keychain? Whoever, the unidentified rider was, they definitely had a weird taste.