Grimm Blutbad Romane & Geschichten

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.

Pain flared white-hot as blood spilled down my palms, slick and warm, but I didn’t let go. I forced the blades inward and drove them against her chest. My twin’s smile faltered. Cracks spidered across her face like shattered porcelain. Her eyes turned black, hollow, and then her form splintered, crumbling into dust that scattered into the air. In the same breath, I wrenched the blade free, spun, and lunged. I drove it straight through Pelin’s twin. The illusion screamed once before collapsing into nothing. I caught Pelin falling hard in to my arms as her demon mark flared Inside her chest.

His hair was in a messy bun and his claws were long like he knew what was going to happen between them. Grimm walked up to the window and stared at my belly. He seemed really fascinated with it and that just creeped me the fuck out. I was ready for him to leave. Once I turned away, I heard an unfamiliar voice from within my head. I turned back around and saw Grimm smirking at me. Gosh, you look so delicious to drain. You would last me a whole month. I would savor every drop of your blood until you give birth. Afterwards I will end you because the taste would never be the same. However, your kids’ blood-.

"You've got the rest of your life to be annoying? Can you take a day off? You'd think it's your full time job." "Your attitude is absolutely disgusting."she gasped. "So is your personality, but you don't hear me complaining about it." I replied. I'm Amelia Black. The daughter of Collin and Maria Black. I'm what the people call the "Bad Girl". They started calling me that so I started becoming that. My reputation started because of what happened in my past and ever since then people won't even give me a chance to explain myself. I didn't believe I would ever meet someone who would see past my bad reputation, until I met him...

the blond guy groaned as if in pain, and stretched his back. Iktanne looked at him and handed him the plate of cake she's holding. "You're exaggerating. There's still lots of food you can enjoy here, right?" "No thank you...," he grunted. "Compared to last year and the year before, the portions are in constant decline and the food tastes like shit." She watched him rub his nose as he said these things and remembered some rumors and gossips she heard about a blond guy from the senior years of the Academy.

Grimm said to himself. He got up from the rail that was connected to the side of the back road and pulled out a metal pipe from his back pocket. When he pulled it to the front of him, the pipe instantly transformed to his weapon, the scythe. He decided to go to the closest to him, which was Mila’s friends, Brenda and the guy. He descended over to the car and opened the passenger door. Before he removed the soul that was floating around her body, he took out the golden container that Lucifer had given to him before he came to this place. He opened it up and turned his attention to the soul. He touched the soul with the sharp tip of his scythe, which removed the soul from the body it was conne

a voice shrieked, a wet, rattling sound of a throat scoured by dust. A massive rogue Alpha, Grimm, stepped into the light of a flickering amber lantern. He was a nightmare of silver-salt tumors and exposed ribs, his left arm a multi-jointed claw that clicked rhythmically. He pointed that claw at a human woman clutching a crying infant. "The King promised us a roof!" Grimm roared, his yellow eyes bulging with a manic, dehydrated fire. "But the roof is a kiln! The rocks are drinking our blood! If the King won't open the aquifers, we take the wet meat! We drink the small ones first!"

I try to sit up again, my skin pulling tight. “I said let my blood work it’s use!” The old man all but screams. “Those blades were poisoned with death rag that grows in the underworld. More potent than wolfsbane or nightshade, it makes Pyilquois or cartbanamol together look like child’s play.” “So, I’m not a wimp?” I laugh at my joke, though there is nothing funny about how I feel. “If you hadn’t been a Grimalkin, you would be dead. Any normal shifter wouldn’t have lasted ten seconds with just a scratch from that poison.” He sounds angry, more perturbed than anything else.

Blue demanded, his voice going up a bit. “Isn't that what you fucking bloody are? You are nothing but cold-blooded monsters that kill at a whim! And let's not forget what a cruel bloodsucker you are!” I yelled at them, barely keeping my anger in check. It was like a broken dam, as I ended up vomiting every damned thing I had wanted to say to them ever since I found out they weren't humans.

“Yeah, I know. It's just- I have seen glimpes of this killer. Heard his voice. I experienced dying at his hand. I lived Eyra Gold's death. He toyed with her. Taunted her. I want to find him. All I know about him is he is tall, male, has a protentious accent and is a sadistic bastard.” “Well, you can add vampire to the list.” Grimm adds. “What? How do you know?” I ask him, inanely. “Uh, pretty lady? It is my job to know.” He sounds offended that I questioned him. “Oh yeah. Duh. Okay. So, he's a vampire?” I repeat.