Grimjow Novels & Stories

his words sharp and edged with disbelief. Sarai’s heart raced as she dared to peek through the keyhole. Her breath caught in her throat, her sapphire eyes widening in horror. What she saw sent a chill down her spine—Hugo standing amidst the wreckage, his sea-green eyes locked on a monstrous figure she barely recognized. It was a wolf, but not just any wolf. This one had light brown fur with a black patch across its back, its amber eyes glowing with a cruel intensity. The creature stood beside another, darker figure—Malrik—his grin wide with satisfaction.

I wasn't going down without a fight. Soon Tyce was next to me, and I saw the resemblance between his wolf's and Jasmine's. Both wolves were brown, but while Jasmine had a white belly and toes, his was pure brown with black-tipped fur, like a huge grizzly bear. His amber eyes glared evilly at the enemy, as he fought like a maniac. I'd never seen anything like it. In his wolf form, he was completely feral and unpredictable, ready to kill mercilessly, and I suddenly understood the reputation his pack had—they were definitely not werewolves you ever wanted to fuck with. His warriors similarly followed suit, being a huge advantage in our fight.

Not wasting a single moment she pulled the trigger yet again only to notice that her kick and the bullets you fired at the creatures speed were reduced to the point of barely touching it) Grotesque: (It smiles at Kimora as it says with a deep rumbling voice) I am a follower of Mercury, I will reduce all of you to nothing. (Taking it's muscular arm and punching Kimora straight down into the ground causing her to cough up blood as she bounced off the ground and it went to swing at her a second time)

[Remorhaz -Mystic rank] Level 78 HP:9000 CON:900 ATK:120. STR:24 DEF:98. DEX:19 MP:70. INT:14 Speed:23. AGI:23 [Skills: fire immunity(Unique) Ice immunity(Unique) Darkvision(R) Crushing Bite(Elite) Conversion(Mystic) Poison Spines(Elite) Heated body(Mystic)]

His name was River, and he was a part of a trade route we had established years ago. The contrast between his unassuming appearance and his actual abilities was striking. He had a remarkably ordinary look, with his brown hair often appearing a bit disheveled, and yet, his piercing blue eyes seemed to hold a depth and intensity that hinted at the extraordinary powers he possessed. It was almost as if he had a chameleon-like ability to blend in seamlessly with his surroundings, making it easy to overlook the fact that he was a Cryomancer, capable of wielding the very elements themselves.

Laughing hysterically for another feast they are taking, they hurriedly scattered themselves into the streets of the near-barren city. ❇❇❇ She couldn't believe what she was seeing. A seven-foot tall being, almost humanoid, was standing before her. His skin was green, and his body was built up like The Hulk, all muscular and weirdly contorted. The corners of his mouth went up to a smirk, showing his sharp, dirty canines inside. He was carrying a cell-like bag, and she could see some white orbs floating inside it. She gulped. "Luna, please calm down."

It will be better if I can pass out at once. The black wolf in front of me evaporated like a thick gray mist on a cold morning. In less than five seconds, the misty wolf was replaced by another young man of Justin's age who stood with his hands on his hips. He grinned at Justin and me. I practically slapped Justin's arm muscles and made my palms heat on my own. “Who is he?” I whispered to Justin. “He's just juggling, isn’t he?” Justin looked at me in surprise. “Extremely not! He is a wolf-shifter! You still don't know?”

There, I meet someone seated and smoking a pipe. He is huge, with a big head and only one eyeball, the other socket scarred and empty. He gets up when I walk in, stretching a hand for a handshake and introducing himself with a croak voice that sounds like gravel under boots. “I am Jiro—Alpha of the Grimwards.” Then he says, puffing another cloud of smoke, “Lucian had told me a lot about you, and I must admit we share a lot in common.” I look up at his face and ask him, my voice hoarse but steady, “And what commonness do we share?”

Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force. Rowan Seres Velden of the Stormrider Pack had a striking presence, with stormy blue eyes that seemed to constantly crackle with energy. His windswept blonde hair, slightly unkempt, gave him a wild appearance, while his calm demeanor contrasted the turbulent forces he commanded. The Stormrider Pack was known for their command over weather and storm elements, and Rowan's wolf, a silver-coated beast with glowing blue eyes, reflected the power of the skies-swift and unpredictable as lightning.

Mjeal laugh as he said so. As the other guy name was exposed, a big and bold charter instantly had once again appeared after a long time above the guy at the other end of the phone who was scratching the laboratory mask outside as it was starting to make the skin under it felt itchy to the core. Name: Mjeal Agle Age: 1 000 years old Experimented No: 0000003 Species: Evolved Eagle Monster Original form: Eagle Intelligence: Conscious Organization: New Secret Illegal Researching [Immature]