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.

"Hey! Hey ok man! Just don't...!" Danté grabbed his collar and hoisted him to his feet "Listen Liam I know what the fuck you are! A ghoul! Sucked dry by a vampire then turned when your veins were nothing but dry husk pipes... I hate you Liam! I hate what you are! Scum! The fucking excrements of a bat nothing more! The only reason why I didn't blow out your slowly rotting brains yet is because you still need it to give me information!" Danté yelled and threw him into his seat.

“They don’t exist.” She chuckled. “You have weirder imagination, Percie.” I stood up. “You have no idea. That woman here before, I think of her as a zombie with a horn and fangs. She has no brains, but she whispers to everyone and takes them to her lair, then eats their brains, skins them, then drains their blood, and throws them afterward.” She giggled. Did she just giggle? ”You’re gonna be a good writer, Percie.”

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.

The color of his eyes was clear blue like crystal but they kept changing, sometimes to reddish-brown and yellowish-black, as the case may be. He turned around to look at the two dead bodies - the old woman's body laying on top of the girl's body. Damian felt great sorrow and pity. Mother and daughter, dead on the same day, and he couldn't help but feel responsible for that. He made an attempt to lift the dead woman off the girl's body, using the amount of force he thought would be necessary, but he found the woman weightless - way too light, like her body was made out of feathers. Had she suddenly become weightless, or had he become way too strong? He contemplated but just then, like a great

"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