Grimm Blutbad Novels & Stories

He bit into her neck deeply; I saw his hands scratching at her chest while biting further. I screamed as blood filled his mouth and ran down her neck. She screamed and tried fighting him off to no ability. She hit him and he grabbed her arm throwing it aggressively. The sound of shattering bones filling the room with her screams that started to die as well. I felt like I couldn’t look away, the dark one bit harder and ripped her throat out. I screamed louder in terror. Everything that was rushing back into my mind was the grizzly scene from my parents death.

Even unconscious and bleeding out, he radiated a raw, untamed power that made the very air in the room feel heavy and charged with static electricity. Scarlett’s breath hitched in her throat. This wasn't just any man. This was him. The memories of a life that wasn't hers slammed into her mind like a high-speed train, bringing with them a wave of physical nausea. She wasn't Scarlett the occultist anymore. She was now Scarlett Thorne, the pampered, arrogant villainess of the dark romance novel Crimson Moon. And the man currently dying in her bathtub? That was Caleb Blackwood, the legendary Lycan King of the North.

Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack. Faith stopped crying and exclaimed, "There must be a mistake. Please let me explain, Felix!" "You wretch! How dare you toy with me?" Felix transformed into a wolf and aimed a powerful kick squarely at Faith's chest. I nearly couldn't stop myself from smiling as I looked at Faith's pathetic state. After all, I hated her as much as I hated Felix. I had already planned to make Felix pay for betraying me and for causing Ryan's death. It only made sense that I would also take revenge on Faith since she had been responsible for exiling me from the pack.

My limbs were frozen, leaden weights immobilized by stark primal terror. It cocked its hairless head, and I flinched as its grotesque features seemed to flow and contort. The sunken pits of its eye sockets split into open, oozing geysers. Blood and rank gray matter poured over its cheeks in rivulets as two baleful yellow orbs blinked into existence inside those spurting wounds. The smile widened into an impossibly broad slash, unhinging its jaw with a sickening pop. It leaned close until its dripping, putrid maw engulfed my vision.

I growl. I put the knife to my mouth and cut into my left cheek and sliced upwards. Blood begins to pour. “Like I said. I feel nothing!” I laugh. Xane and Alex stand and watch in horror. “So if you wanted to do anything else, it won’t bother me one bit!” I yell as I slice my right cheek. “Dude! He’s just gave himself a Chelsea Grin! What the hell!” Alex screams. I laugh hysterically. “Do you not want your knife back?” I chuckle.

Ethan's grin turned almost feral and a glint appeared in those blue eyes as he took another step further. Ah crap! She groaned to herself, adrenaline shooting through her body, creating mixed feelings within her. A part of her screamed to turn tail and flee to the safety of her bedroom, while another part- the traitorous part of her wanted so much to stay and allow herself a taste of what was surely to come if she continued to taunt him.

"It is impressive that someone was able to spy on us." Ray smirked carelessly. Butler Fin ignored the 'boy's' mockery and replied, "It is remarkable. Just like a mortal was able to endure your glow." Ray shut up at the rebuttal. The glow he used on the assassin was one of his most prized possessions. It was called Brimstone. This glow allowed Ray to burn things down even to a molecular level. Even the soul wasn't spared this agony. Being burnt by these flames ensured that one's soul would be lost for all eternity, completely destroyed, leaving nothing for the eager arms of the grim reaper. It was certain that the grim reaper hated this technique. No one would appreciate a skill that starved

When I looked back at him he was staring at me with a sinister grin that made my skin prickle. "What?" "I heard a rather intriguing bit of rumour about you sweetling," he says with a devilish grin. I rolled my eyes at his comment, "spare me the idiocy Blade." He licked his lips before the words came rolling off of his tongue, sugary and sweet, "I heard you have a thing for bad, bad boys Tink." I glowered at him and my lips twitched with laughter, I had to bite down on my lip and balled and uncoiled my fists in order to shake off the urge to punch him in the face.

However, Grimshaw ensured all their desires and blood were met, but he had finally had her find a way to make them reduce their demands and do his bidding. Back to why she feared Grimshaw despite her mastery of the dark arts and not just her; several black magic artists pledged to him. What happened was that he rescued and spared most of their lives, and in return, they pledged their total submission to his desires, and those who did pledge had to undergo a blood ritual to lock the agreement between them all. Should they ever go against his demands, their death would end at his hands. They were already sworn and pledged to serve him. Even without this oath of allegiance to him, they most adm

A smile tugged at his lips when his gaze landed on Ayden. “Liam,” the vampire greeted smoothly. “It’s been a while.” Liam stiffened. “Felix. Why are you here?” Ayden glared between them, but Felix ignored him, his gaze flicking to the blood still staining Liam’s sleeve from where he’d grabbed Maya’s attacker. His smile sharpened, predatory. “Tell your Alpha,” Felix murmured, “the blood on the wind tonight… isn’t ordinary.” And with that, he melted back into the shadows, leaving