Grimjow Novels & Stories

My heart drummed an uneven rhythm against my ribs, but my face stayed calm, almost too calm. Kavian’s mismatched eyes—green like deep forest moss, blue like storm-washed seas—caught the muted light spilling from the window. He held my gaze for a heartbeat before speaking. “During our visit to a city named Grimhaven,” he began, his voice low, deliberate, “we met a man who spoke of a being—a special kind of werewolf with extraordinary healing powers. He himself was living proof of it. He claimed one of these wolves healed him when he was on the brink of death.”

Two fingers together under her nose and her eyes just looking past Kenji. “No we didn’t” Sachi replied reluctantly. Kenji smirked. “There was no need to do that. The guy is Takashi Fujiwara and he has no relationship with any other gang and the girl is…… “Then where has he been all this while?” Kenji asked. “That is a good question Sachi” Megumi said looking up at her. “And the girl? What’s her name?” “Geiru” Sachi replied. “Yeah. Did you run a background check on her?” Megumi asked.

Maryjane's strength lay in her ability to manipulate the moon's power, channeling its restorative and destructive forces to her will. Opposing her was Alfred, of the Silver Paw Clan, an alpheno seven-tailed werewolf, whose veins coursed with the potent poison of Shiva, the supreme god of destruction. His eyes glowed with an eerie emerald hue, and his aura crackled with an intensity that could wither the very air around him. Alfred's prowess lay in his mastery of poison, capable of concocting and wielding toxins that could inflict debilitating pain and agonizing death.

But as I reach down, my jaw almost drops. It's not Eren. It's an unknown guy around Eren's age with a brown quiff hairstyle who is watching the television with a packet of chips in his hands. I was on the point to faint but then I realise that he is maybe one of Eren's friend. I clear my throat which makes his gaze darts to me rapidly, his emerald-green eyes wide. Nervously, he straightens himself on the sofa and smiles quite guiltily. "Hey." He crunches on a chips.

Bo said seriously. “Really? And what do you know about Jericho?” “Jericho is this crazy ass white dude that always gets the job done. He doesn’t even blink, man. He kills you so quick you don’t even know you dead,” he said and I laughed. “Word is he’s ice cold too, doesn’t feel a thing and he can get real creative. You know him?” “Yeah, I know him,” I said. “His last job paid nine hundred.” Bo’s eyes widened in shock. “No shit? Nine hundred? Damn, man.”

Andrew smiled and pulled her up, and the two continued their escape. He explained, "That guy's name is Jahmir Robles, a notorious lone wolf from the Northern Martial Union. Among the powerhouses at the martial emperor level, most have retired or semi-retired, prioritizing reputation and seniority. But this man? He's like a vulture, ruthless and shameless."

" I cried , Struggling to swim . Amelia shifted back into her normal form , and came close to where I was struggling for my life . She stood over me triumphantly , with a wide grin on her face . Surprisingly , she didn't get swept away by the blizzard . Standing beside her was the silver haired wolf from the party . Simon's alleged mate; Morgana.

It was a rapid process, driven by the instinct to survive and fight another day. Just as the healing process began, an unwelcome presence materialized before me. Grinjo, the beta of Alpha Draxler, stepped into view. His appearance invoked a surge of mixed emotions – resentment for his past accusations, frustration at the timing of his intrusion, and a simmering determination to assert my newfound strength.

I see no humor. "He's..." Jewel points at me unable to speak. Pepper picks up where Jewel left off, "He kidnapped an eagle shifter and she's turned him green," Pepper says with laughter between every other word. "What?" I yell. There's no way. She wouldn't. She couldn't. This sends Jewel into spasms. "She's... she's an eagle shifter and she turned you green." "No, it's brittlemortis," I yell in complete frustration. I look at Tahr and even he's smiling now.

Lariempi replied softly “But I can make it up to you.” He added after a moment of silence “How?” Amelia asked as she finally turned around to take a look at the god who took up the form of a dashing young man “I can help you evolve and become stronger so you can have you revenge.” He replied “Have my revenge? But the monster is already dead.” Amelia exclaimed “This mystic beast is not the first to slip into the mortal world and it won’t be the last, your husband is just one of several that has died and will die by their claws.” Lariempi said emotionlessly