Grim Tales Novels & Stories

He always stared, taking his eyes off and placing them somewhere else when I turn to him. He was addicting to be with in more ways than one. I still remember the rage I'd felt when that knife had gone at him. The pure unadulterated push to kill. To tear to pieces. From the ancient books Father kept in the library before he passed, the gryms were explained as creature who went on quests, messengers. And gryms weren't usually murderous. There was something off about these ones. Sighing, I let the last paperwork fall from my hand into the heap. Beads of sweat coated the surface of my chest, down to the biceps on my arms.

Silas: The world is quieter after midnight, but never quiet enough. I have spent all day silently watching Isadora after her episode in the hall. I lie in the rafters of the old tower, where the stone keeps the day’s warmth and the shadows speak in tongues only I can hear. They slither along the walls, whispering in voices I’ve known since birth—fragments of the dead, echoes of the dying, secrets no one should hold. I don’t fight them anymore. I am Grim. I am their conduit. Their curse.

David said. After he said that, he heard someone laughing carefreely. “Hahaha!” It was from that kneeling middle-aged man. The collateral relatives of the Grim family had devastated looks on their faces. Grandmaster Grim and the cores were dead, which meant the family was also doomed. Even if some of the direct descendants could return from their explorations, they might not dare to show their faces anymore. They could only live in the darkness and conceal their identities. David frowned and looked at the laughing man.

Grim muttered. Emily scoffed and curled her arms over her chest. She chose to not open her mouth again. Grim was a man hard to talk things out. “Drink my blood and your father will live again.” He disappeared out of her sight and reappeared in front of her. Grim elevated his hand to his face and bit down on his wrist. Blood trickled out of his skin and he brought his arm low then let it near her face. Convinced, Emily grasped on his forearm and sucked the blood out of his wrist. She sucked every blood she can consume and slowly, her vision dimmed. Her heart raced and pounded hard against her chest and her body fell limp on the ground.

“I mean, no respect, Alpha, but how would five of us attack that pack with Grim around? You are sending us to our death" Alpha Killian released a loud, powerful growl and hit his fist on his table. “Grim! Grim! Grim! Is he not a man like you? I need you to save my sister, and besides, he is not around. He went on a trip. Make sure you rescue my sister or don't come back, or else I will kill you,” he shouted. “Grim is a hybrid, Alpha. He literally killed half of our pack because we formed an alliance with his enemy. Send more of us; five of us can't take down Grim, and you know it,” Lia said.

His hair was in a messy bun and his claws were long like he knew what was going to happen between them. Grimm walked up to the window and stared at my belly. He seemed really fascinated with it and that just creeped me the fuck out. I was ready for him to leave. Once I turned away, I heard an unfamiliar voice from within my head. I turned back around and saw Grimm smirking at me. Gosh, you look so delicious to drain. You would last me a whole month. I would savor every drop of your blood until you give birth. Afterwards I will end you because the taste would never be the same. However, your kids’ blood-.

And at this time it was Grace who accompanied aunt Callin's to spend time sleeping in the enemy's company. She almost died doing hard work, making her eyes feel tired just to look around, she is also a teenager who has a fear of ghosts, vampires and the like. Is Mr. Emeron's company a place for vampires to hide? While the owner of the company has a more disgusting nature. It felt like Grace had to get rid of her excessive fear in order to go up to the top floor and enter Mr. Emeron's room. Cigarette smoke could be seen billowing on the other side of the wall, there were groans there. Oh, damn it!

He begins to cough and shake uncontrollably and I watch in horror as a gush of blood and brownish-black fluid suddenly implodes, reducing him to a pile of guts, bone and fragments of skin. The room becomes unbelievably bright and I drop the crystals when the rancid smell hit my nose. I barely cover my mouth long enough to walk a few feet but it's no use. I throw up the contents of my entire breakfast, hunched over as bright red droplets of my blood begin to mix in.

Granny said but the evil still happened anyway no matter how careful they were in trying to prevent it. This trait was discovered when Juana was six. Now she's twelve and she's had a bad thing happen on each of her birthdays. The good thing about this was it didn't stop good things from happening. As a matter of fact, it pulled a truckload of good things into her family, say like a compensation for the evil that has happened beforehand. "I've never seen anything like death. Yeah death of animals and inanimate objects but never an human. Why did I see it this time?"

"I—I don't know! Maybe he found it! Or stole it! He's changing the subject! What does this have to do with skipping work?" "What does this have to do with skipping work?" I smirked, yanked the projector cable, and plugged in my main phone. No signal. Didn't matter. Gallery still worked. I tapped the video I shot by the pickup. The screen lit up—wrecked truck, no plates. In the back—red paint, and half a burned headstone photo. Even scorched, my face was still there. Shocked whispers rippled through the room. "Oh my God, that's for a headstone?"