Grimm Blutbad Novels & Stories

Her eyes lit up and a sadistic grin appeared on her lips. "Your blood tastes good, I can't wait to get more blood out of you!" "Crazy bitch," I muttered. All around me, the sound of battle raged on. I managed to sneak a peak at Blair. He was battling one of the men that was unusually large. Blair seemed to be having a hard time with him, as he could not land a hit.

This made Grim slowly descended into wild madness, losing the last bits of humanity within him. When he could deal with his hunger for her no more, he stalked her. The moment he knew Red was heading to her grandmother’s house, he rushed forward, ate the grandmother, and waited in the bedroom. When she stepped inside, there were no clever words like in the fairytale. He took Red against her will, and ripped her body apart. When he spilled his seed, he cried at what he’d done and ate her torn flesh. A nearby witch picked up on the wolf’s scent and the smell of death. She hurried to the grandmother’s cabin and decapitated the wolf with an enchanted ax.

Her heartbeat, quick and strong. Her blood, potent and forbidden, singing across the wind. It was more than hunger. It was destiny. I closed my eyes, my fangs pricking as I imagined her taste. Warmth flooding my mouth, power coursing through my veins like wildfire. A tribrid’s blood could make me unstoppable. But there was more. Beneath the hunger, something sharp and unfamiliar twisted in me. Jealousy. The image of her wrapped in Damien’s arms, his mark burning

“Then why does your blood smell like his?” Her pulse stuttered. “Maybe because I’m the only one who didn’t plan to kill him.” For an instant, the great King of Lycans looked amused. Then the ground trembled. The runes screamed white, and something dark peeled itself out of the treeline— a shape of claws and smoke that shrieked like broken metal. Taren screamed. Kaelira shifted before she knew she had moved. And the forest, for the first time, looked back.

The crowd lost count. Women screamed his name, voices raw and filthy. “Grimm, wreck him!” Some moaned, some cursed, all of them hungry for the violence. Grimm didn’t care. He spit blood from his own mouth and dove back in, pounding until the mat shook. Every punch was savage, wild, no technique, just destruction. His opponent’s face was a bloodied mess, blood spilling everywhere, and still Grimm kept going, teeth bared, like he wouldn’t stop until nothing was left.

Sniffing their bodies then started eating them cracking the bones, the beast turned into a hybrid wolf, his silver eyes shining through the night. He let out a loud cry and turned into Grim. Grim sat on the floor and looked around with despair in his face. “Olivia, are you okay? Should I call the witch back?” He asked. I snapped out of what is saw and shook my head “I'm fine” He narrowed his eyes to a split and scanned my face “You don't look okay. There is blood all over you, even your sheets are soaked” Was I fine? No. I was going crazy, could not understand what was wrong with me but I would rather suffer alone than tell a beast like him.

And since he had become the leader of the Nostville coven, there was nothing she had ever been uncertain about. Grim made an effort to stand but pain flooded his right arm and sat down, his eyes going straight to his arms. “Yes, I told you. You would have been dead,” He could see claw marks across his chest but his right arm was worse. It had turned black but the red was coming back. Regular wounds would have closed but supernatural wounds took longer to heal. As he sat still, he caught the scent. The same scent of the werewolf he had perceived before. He got up rapidly, ignoring the pain.

The Elder lets out a shaky breath as he closes his eyes, wishing for his end. ~ The ice flows through his hands as he creates a dagger that flies from his hand when released. The soon-to-be Alpha King swiftly moves through the room as his ice dances around him in the wind that swirls. Grayson's red eyes glow, and he smirks when he catches the vampire's hand reaching for his chest. Grayson clicks his tongue as he slowly shakes his head. The Vampire screams as his body begins to glow blue from the electricity pulsing through it. Grayson's eyes glow brighter, and the hybrid flinches when the vampire's head explodes.

It was not blessed, but silver was born with the power to exorcise. The sword in Baden's hand turned back into a swarm of bats and dispersed. "You bastard!" he shouted. He spun around and slammed his fist into Leon, sending him flying and crashing to the ground. At the sight, despair began to weigh on my chest, and I didn't even hear myself scream. My instincts kicked in, and I pulled myself from the ground, despite my injuries, and attacked. I extended my nails and reached out, slashing his throat. Instantly, it burned his skin and opened his neck, prompting a fountain of blood to gush out intensely. Baden looked at me in utter shock. Gradually, he could not maintain his balance and collaps

"Precisely. Which means these morons are digging their own graves." My gaze was locked on the scene unfolding before us as their smug grins warped into expressions of dawning terror. I couldn't help but join Grayson in his cruel amusement, a cold laugh escaping my lips as poetic justice was served before our eyes. Peering intently at the gnarled figure before me, I could tell the ancient codger still had some life force flickering within him. To be transformed into a were-vampire, a sinister mingling of blood would have occurred—a mutual exchange I was fairly certain hadn't transpired.