Grim Book Novels & Stories

Jeremiah smiled awkwardly, “well, I did nothing, you’re the who should to be praise, Engram.” “That's not true,” said Sister Renee, “you comforted me and made me feel safe during the battle—“ the priestess suddenly paused when she saw one of Engram’s minions approaching. Edmund Brownfur was walking closer to Jeremiah, “You have my grimoire, don't you?” Jeremiah’s dead uncle asked him with an eerie voice, “give it to me! My grimoire... it belongs to me!” The unrest soul suddenly chanted a curse spell that could kill Jeremiah in split second.

All I can do now is pray that the children are safe. "Roge vamps!" One of my cousins who were on watch informed us on what we were in for. An hour later all I'm seeing is a blood bath instead of a birthday party. All of my guests with the exception of my sister and her husband are all dead. Bryan is wounded very badly and covered in blood. Mia is fighting by her husband's side. I'm helpless to everyone here. Bryan fell to his knees barely able to move after taking down a vampire.

“Of all the people I expected to see in the middle of the apocalypse, you were… actually pretty high on the list. Not gonna lie.” His smile widened sharply and ugly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “Don’t,” I shot back immediately. “It’s not.” Grimlow’s eyes flicked over me then to Ashley, Lucius and finally Martha, like he was assessing value, calculating something in that twisted little brain of his. “What you’re witnessing,” he said, his voice almost proud now, “is my masterpiece. My creation. My genius finally realized.” I let out a short laugh, shaking my head.

“Now she’s gone and gotten herself some kind of kung-fu samurai bodyguard. I’ve never seen one of his kind so tall, have you?” Pulling up behind Grace at the register, I unload our items onto the counter so the teenaged checker can ring them up. “So what’s with Bob Ewell back there?” Grace exhales a dramatic sigh, waiting until she’s fished cash out of her purse and handed it to the cashier before replying. “He’s into ‘isms’.”

Aaron offered him the glass again, which he blithely accepted, and immediately sent every content into his mouth, closed his eyes and chugged it down his throat. "There! Happy?" He handed him the empty glass, and wondered why he stood anticipating a reply to his ill-mannered question. "You bet I am." Shockingly he answered with ease, as though he undertook Adrian's attitude as a challenge, which he did. "So, what brings the member of Ridgewood High's antisocial club to one of the best parties around?" He attempted a chance at a lengthy conversation. What brings the bookworm lanky guy to a popular party, on a school night?

After the face disappeared, Adrian heaved a sigh of relief. He sat on Grim's corpse to catch his breath. His clothes were completely drenched, and he was exhausted. However, he did not dare rest for too long as he was unsure of the situation at Gold Haven. After a few minutes, Adrian got up and was about to leave, when he spotted something black on Grim's body. The thing was lodged in Grim's head as if someone had performed surgery to implant it on the monster. It was a black metal block with runes on it, similar to the ones Adrian had seen in the past.

"What kind of a sick joke is this?!" Kim's fist slammed against the table, the sound reverberating through the dusky room Her patience had already worn thin, but now, it was crumbling entirely. Her gaze snapped to the man seated beside her, who was flipping lazily through the grimoire—the supposedly cursed artifact that had cost them so much to obtain. The same one Tomoya had handed over through Jess. "We've spent days trying to decipher whatever secrets this book holds," Kim seethed, voice sharp enough to cut through the tension, "and you're telling me that none of this makes sense?!"

he asked, his tone dripping with curiosity and mockery. Sarah shrugged. “The bad guy?” Grimkeeper let out a soft chuckle. “Good. Evil. Words made by frightened creatures trying to name the fire that devours them. You think this is about good and evil?” “I think,” Sarah said, voice steadier now, “that you’ve lost touch with what you’re doing. Have you seen the world? What your actions are doing to it?” Grimkeeper rose slowly from his throne, and the shadows retreated from his body like living smoke. He stood tall, cloaked in a robe of writhing black, crowned with horns of shattered bone, eyes burning like dying stars.

How could you be so spiteful? "It's only a bracelet. If it's broken, I'll buy you another one." His voice grew heavier. "But you… you've really let me down." Then he put his arm around my mother and hurried after them. The door slammed shut behind them. I bent down and picked up the broken jade bracelet, clutching the shattered pieces tightly in my palm. Blood seeped through my fingers, but I didn't feel a thing. That bracelet had been my coming-of-age gift from him. But in the end, I was the only one who had ever truly cherished it.

I stared at his chest as though I could see right through the layers of his suit to the heart beating inside—my heart. He stood before me and gazed down at me with a victorious smirk. "Your heart is mine now, and my son is about to become the heir to the Lindt family as well. Sebastian Yarrow, even after all these years, you still can't win against me." His smug attitude was just as irritating as it was when we were in university. Back then, I still had Rachel on my side. She would defend me and tell me that it was okay even if I failed to get a scholarship, that I would always be her number one in her heart.