Grimm Blutbad Novels & Stories

"What are you doing? Get out of here!" I grabbed my best friend's hand and turned to run, but the one behind us blazed his white teeth and flashed forward. I quickly turned around and kicked him in the stomach, but at the same time, another guy came at Cammie. For that split second, my heart stuck in my throat. To my surprise, Cammie held off his oversize bite with a blow, making the undead stumbled backward. "Ow!" Cammie cried and shook her hand in pain. "Is his face made of stone or something?"

Only a speck of life was left in her body. She stared at herself in horror and in her eyes she could see her reflection. Her eyes were gray and her hair was brown. She was the Badblood girl. "H...help" she choked in pain. Tears fell down on her eyes. Rila just stared at herself in horror. She felt like her stomach was turned upside down. She looked in the distance and saw a tall man with unspeakable ugliness. His face was out of this world. He was holding an ax covered with thick crimson blood.

His chair creaked as he rose. "I'm sleeping in here? With you?" "Would you prefer it if I slept outside?" "Well, I-" "Don't worry. I don't bite," Evander's fangs elongated down to the point of his chin, and he grinned. She wanted his mouth on her, fangs and all. "Pretty wolf," he chuckled, reading her expression. She scowled at him and flounced over towards where she guessed the bathroom was. The bathroom was an immaculate space: white and black chequered floor tiles, white tiled walls and an enormous white tub in the centre of the room, balanced on gilded claws clutching jade spheres.

“You had one job.” The terrified grave robbers screams and the door slams shut and closes while the grave robbers tries to open it to run away, the demon, Abaddon bites one of the robber's lower lips clean off and expose his already torn gums. He bites down on his shoulder blade and his razor-like teeth separates his muscles from bones as his shoulder bled profusely. Abaddon then held both arms and pulls them both in opposite directions of each other and rips it off.

“What on earth is going on? What happened?” Grimm and the others jumped in shock. They were so scared that their faces turned pale. They quickly crawled away and retreated a few meters. At this time, Sven turned around and saw his face. The other three were so scared that they almost fell down. It was a face that was even scarier than a ghost. Sven’s face was already incomplete and bloody. Pieces of flesh rolled in the blood. More than a dozen triangular nails pierced deeply into the flesh. Two of his eyeballs were also shot out, a gel mixed with blood flowed out of his eye sockets, and another triangular nail pierced through his throat. The blood was like a reservoir that had been opened, a

I spit at him, blood flowing freely in my mouth as my wolf tried to take over. “And this…” he took a silver blade from his packet, kneeling down on both of my arms and effectively blocking me from moving. “Is for Teddy and Melody’s unborn baby you murdered you son of a bitch.” The blue eyed monster held the knife against my skin at my neck, covering my mouth to keep me from screaming. I could feel the silver slowly corrode through the skin on my neck, the blade melting my skin like a flame to styrofoam. The most agony I could have ever endured flowed through me ten times over as I slowly faded and then, my world went black.

Rather he and his men saved her. Bright light flooded the room and Rosy pulled the duvet down to see a very furious Sergio glaring down at her. “What happened? Who was that?” She stammered at him. Instead of answering, he withdrew a military knife from his waistband. Still staring hard at Rosy, he slid it across his palm and Rosy gasped in terror. She tried scrambling away from him but he was faster. He caught her by wrist and in one swift motion sliced her palm, droplets of her blood ruining the bed covers.

The ER doors slammed open with a bang so loud her coffee jumped out of the cup. “Coming in hot!” a paramedic shouted, wheeling in a gurney that looked like it’d barely survived a warzone. Sienna was on her feet instantly. “Vitals?” “BP’s crashing. GSW to the abdomen. Lost a lot of blood before we even got to him. No ID, no name. Wouldn’t talk.” She looked down at the man on the stretcher—and her breath caught. Tattoos snaked across his chest and arms, vivid black ink soaked with blood. He wore the tattered remains of a leather cut, the words Hellborn MC barely visible under the crimson smear. His jaw was clenched, teeth bared in pain, but his eyes—

People seemed to equate lack of money with lack of human feeling. If you're poor you were to be treated like trash. Gary Willoughby was the worse sort of asshole when it came to that offense. I don't think he even knew what me or anyone else in my family looked like for that matter and my mother and father had worked for him for years before dad died.