Grimjow Novels & Stories

I recoiled away from the sight, hiding my eyes in my sleeve. "That was unnecessary." His voice wavered as he leaned away from the corpse. His face reflected the light and I finally got a good look at him. His hair was greasy and tangled, deep amber and it reached his shoulders. He had a crooked nose that bulged from his face. His black eyes were sunken into his face just like his cheeks. He had an unkempt beard that clung to his jaw. He scowled in our direction. Another one of the wolves snapped at us from behind. I gasped and Alastor's reaction was to immediately spin around and grab the wolf by the shoulder. The gray wolf howled in pain before returning the favor and sinking his teeth into

she responded. The door opened and Colfre emerged. He wears a white flexible armor with the emblem of Hymir on his chest, wearing black inner clothes and a black cloak that he usually wears when he is in rotations. He has a wrapper in his left arm the same color as her peach nightgown. He put his right hand on his chest and bowed as he went near his queen’s bed. “The bath is ready, my queen.” Morrigan nodded and slid out of her bed, Colfre watched her intently. His eyes never leaving the woman in front of him, he watches as Morrigan’s long raven locks sway with her hips and her nightgown dances with the graceful strides of his queen.

[System Message: You have tamed the elite monster, the ] [System Message: The (Elite) has become (Tamed)] [Please give the a name.] Kirou sat down next to the giant creature that was lying on its belly and ran his hand through its coarse fur as he tried to think of a name for the creature. After spending a few minutes trying to figure out a decent name and failing, Kirou took another look at the system prompts before a name jumped out in his mind.

It was a blessing in disguise though, because the little show of pain made it possible to see the owner of the voice. It was a woman. Dark skin, with a fading scar running from the right side of her upper lips down to her jaw. Her eyes were coppery, contrasting the brown dreadlock that was tied into a ponytail. She was no fresher with the spear and held it masterfully as if she was one with it. “One funny move" the woman glared, "and you are a dead meat.". Dead meat? Ejima shivered. Despite the threat, she felt sweat and fear covering her body. Her eyes strolled down to the woman’s feet and the notion in her stomach elevated when she saw the missing toe…

crested the edge of the sky-swamp. It was a standard grunt—eight feet tall, hyper-muscular, with sickly grey skin and glowing purple eyes. It hauled itself over the bark, its jaw slavering as it caught the scent of her fresh blood. It let out a guttural roar, signaling the others, and charged into the knee-deep muck of the suspended bog. Mwajuma didn't run. She stood up, rolling her newly set shoulder, the geometric amber tattoos on her dark skin flaring to life with a steady, pulsing rhythm.

It had been abandoned since the freeze, windows shattered, tables frozen in time. Daniel positioned himself in the building across the street with clear sightlines. "I can see the whole interior. Any trouble, I'm coming in." Maya entered alone. The figure was already there, sitting at a back table in the shadows. Wearing heavy winter gear, face obscured. "Maya Chen. Finally meeting face to face." The voice was female. Familiar somehow. "Who are you?" The figure pulled back her hood. Maya's breath caught. It was her. An older version—maybe twenty years older. Lines around the eyes. Gray in the hair. But unmistakably Maya Chen.

Philip sat down on his chair and took his brush, getting ready to finish the painting of the unknown woman. He dipped his brush into the blue paint and began the magic. As he painted the nose and hair of the woman, he also remembered to paint her eye color, brown. He had seen those eyes before. They were not Clara's nor were they his mother's, those brown eyes, belonged to someone he had seen when he was a child. Someone who had assaulted him when he was still young. He could never forget those eyes.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

"Why are you being like this, Mizuki, this is my home and that thing attacked my home because he is looking for me. I can not let him keep doing this. He needs to be destroyed." As Mizuki flew on she heard a terrorizing roar from below her. She quickly looked down and saw the massive beast flying towards her as fast as he could. He was coming at them so fast that you could hear wind whistling off of him as he sliced through the air. With a loud thud and what sounded like the air being knocked out of her, The Grimlock crashed into Mizuki with such force that it sent them both spiraling towards the earth below them at a high rate of speed. As they plummeted to the ground, Mizuki was able to sp

He smirked: "I'm not so easy to die, you go first." Elias charged at two hairy beasts with red eyes just like them. His claws are also longer and sharper than usual. His claws cut deep into their flesh, blood trickling down to the ground. But just a few seconds later, those cuts completely disappeared, as if Elias had never cut sharp cuts into them. The two beasts let out a few ghastly screams, their whole bodies emitting a strong fishy odor, and jumped towards him. Elias raised his arm covered in steel to support it.