Grim Book Novels & Stories

"It is impressive that someone was able to spy on us." Ray smirked carelessly. Butler Fin ignored the 'boy's' mockery and replied, "It is remarkable. Just like a mortal was able to endure your glow." Ray shut up at the rebuttal. The glow he used on the assassin was one of his most prized possessions. It was called Brimstone. This glow allowed Ray to burn things down even to a molecular level. Even the soul wasn't spared this agony. Being burnt by these flames ensured that one's soul would be lost for all eternity, completely destroyed, leaving nothing for the eager arms of the grim reaper. It was certain that the grim reaper hated this technique. No one would appreciate a skill that starved

Beneath it was various other books, none that I recognized except a translation of the Dead Sea Scrolls. “I know it can be intimidating and unnerving to think the answers to what you’ve seen these past few days...and to more than you know are mostly contained in this. But trust me. When I finish educating you, it will all make sense.” And there was his hand on my arm again. I knew now this wasn’t his way of flirting, but his way of consoling. I looked at the mound of books. He cracked open the bible to Genesis, chapter 6.

She was not ready to confront her feelings for him. “Come inside. I want to show you something.” Grayson felt like something significant was happening in their relationship. Brianna was finally willing to share information about herself, and he felt the excitement in the air. Bree wanted to show him the old spell books she found in her mother’s belongings, thinking he could help read what was on them. “I found these books in one of the boxes and maybe you can tell me what language the text is written in. I know it’s written in cursive, but I can’t decipher them.”

Gracelyn POV The first light of dawn cut across the training yard like silver blades, glinting off the steel of practice swords and the dew-soaked grass beneath my boots. The air was crisp, heavy with the scent of pine and the faint tang of morning mist. I adjusted my grip on the staff, feeling the familiar weight and the subtle pulse of energy beneath my skin. The golden thread inside me hummed gently, flowing through every fiber of my being, ready to synchronize with the pack around me.

I swore the man's mood changes faster then Shori changes his girlfriends. Both of our familes sat around us, while we sat beside the priest in front of the holy fire and he chanted mantras to bind our holy sacramental union for the rest of our lives. I didn't know when the time passed, as all the things blurred around me in front of fire, though I had taken my pills early so that my pyrphobia wouldn't attack me, but it still for a moment all I could see my 13 year old watching her mother die in the fire. Fingers wrapped around my hand, squeezing it and brought me back to present.

His body, which had appeared to be under the control of this mysterious figure, was now back in his hands. "Curse you and your machinations! I won't let you corrupt any more lives. I'll put an end to your reign of terror." Rafe cursed. The man examined a bag of old books he'd brought back from Singapore. It took him a long journey and a long process to find the book's location. "This grimoire, it's the key to eradicating your presence, saving her from a fate she doesn't deserve." "God, I'm exhausted from all this." Rafe whispered with a face that looked really tired as if a lot of heavy loads were on his mind this time.

) I already have a planned plot to Stonegrim but putting all the pieces together will really take some time to finish, but no worries, I always spend my free time working on this. Anyways, this book is a novel-type-ish... Like, it doesn't come with that "name-of-person's POV" every start of the chapter. So yeah, just a heads up (っ´▽')っ Edit: So I haven't been able to update for months, had a lot of stuff happening especially when 2020 got into the scene. Been busy as well with dealing lots of personal stuff. Hopefully y'all won't mind my cringey Author's note inserted here in the middle of the chapters. This is more of me tryna get myself together while creating this novel lol. Really am loo

How did I meet someone like this? How did life happen? I went from hating someone with all my whole heart and being scared of him to falling in love with him and spending time with him. The same beast that we are all scared off. It made me realize that Grim was not a villain. He just misunderstood. He was just someone with a soft heart who got betrayed and scorned so badly that he did not bother making any amends again. But wait a minute. How did he know what I was thinking about? I glared at him, and he gave me a sweet apologetic smile. He continued reading my thoughts.

recognize. I walked over to her, and sat down. “Hey! What you reading?” I peered over, “oh Narcia you’re here! I’m sorry I didn’t realize! I am actually thrilled to see you, do you think you could help me with this…” she started rambling excitedly, “Alpha Marcus came to me yesterday and gave me this book. I have seen it before, when he helped Mila the first time we was cursed, he used it to draw out the magic in her… he called it a G.. Gim.. Gam..” she was stuttering trying to remember, “a Grimoire?” I asked. “YES! That is it.. have you heard of it before?” I looked at her amused, “a Grimoire is just a fancy word for a spellbook, it’s basically just a textbook of magic. You can’t use it unl

This book, Miss Brogan, is not the Gospel of Lucifer. Blake smiled and held up the book in front of me, following the direction of my gaze and leaning closer until I could feel his breath on my face. 'It is the Gospel of Helel.' His Gospel. Ethan had a fucking Gospel written about him. The Gospel of Helel. I couldn't process it. How was I meant to process something like this?