Grimm Monsters Novels & Stories

"It’s in the walls of this house. And I’m the only one who knows the sequence." I looked at Dominic and Killian. "Kill him," I commanded. "Kill him, and maybe I’ll let one of you live long enough to see your child." The shift in the room was instantaneous. The two monsters didn't hesitate. They didn't argue. They turned on Miller with a synchronized brutality that was beautiful and horrifying to behold. As the sounds of bone breaking and muffled screams filled the library, I picked up the laptop and slipped out through the broken glass into the freezing Highland rain.

Tristan gritted his teeth and spoke to the flames, “Since then we have been entrapped by the Grey Oak clan to follow their ruthless regime. Founded by Noah his grandfather, passed to his father, and 6 years ago to Noah. Poisoning all wolves with cruelty and a hunger for power. But we keep remembering the Fire Wolves because we know this is not the path the moon goddess intended for werewolves. I can feel in my bones that one day they will return. We just have to be worthy of them again.” Lola did not know what to say. Knowing that the werewolves were forced to live in such an unfair way was somehow much worse than them all being cuckoo. It made Noah a bigger monster than she thought he was.

Grim muttered with purplish gue dripping out of his mouth. I shuffled backwards with the ice scrapping on my hands and wetting my clothes but it didn’t matter to me, he was going to hurt me- my eyes narrowed and i stopped. I pushed up to my feet and stared at the monster in front of me. I clenched my fists together and stared at Grim, his grin had reduced and replaced with a snarl.

The air is filled with the cacophony of the struggle—the guttural growls of the wolves, the beast’s enraged screams, and the sickening sounds of flesh being torn asunder. As the battle crescendos, the creature’s form begins to waver. Its screams turn into a lachrymose effect, a haunting wail that sends shivers down the spines of all who hear it. With one final, agonized roar, the griffin-faced monstrosity collapses under the weight of the wolves’ assault. Its shadowy form dissipates into the air like smoke caught in a tempest, leaving nothing but an eerie silence in its wake.

Callista was with him once again, and Goddess knew what was happening to her. “Stay here, Haden, please,” I insist. “Help the witches and show them the way to the passage when they’re done with the pillar monsters.” “Did you seriously just say ‘please’ to me?” Before I can answer that, a loud groan comes from our right, and we both turn, startled. Only to see the pillar monsters who had fallen on the ground moving yet again. Their eyes as well as the symbols on their stone bodies glow silverish, and their broken limbs start to connect with each other.

I’m not supportive, I’m deadly. Her house is decrepit. The smell hits me on the way up the driveway. This place isn't suitable for human life. Rotted meat wafts from the trash can, and my nose is all wolf picking up subtle musks and gross maggot-covered food items. Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid.

“If there’s a single scratch on my body, the entire Chicago would know what kind of monsters you all are.” “When the time comes, you will meet our monsters first,” I snarled. “Keep your empty threats to yourself, Dominic.” She narrowed her eyes. “They don’t scare me anymore; in fact, it’s boring and repetitive.” “If there’s anything worth remembering about you, Sophia, that is, you are an attention-seeking whore. We know the video is fake, and you are desperate. Get to the fucking point. NOW!”

Witches always did that in stories. Callista stepped closer before I could stop her. My heart was in my throat as she touched my hair. “If you’re human... why are you here?” Her voice was gentle, giving me a sense that maybe she wouldn’t curse me after all. “I don’t know either. My mom just brought me here in a twinkle of an eye, only for me to find out monsters like you exist.” “We do exist. We try to blend in with humans. Even in Greystone Falls, there are people like us—you just never noticed. But here in Velmora, we’re free to be ourselves, as long as we don’t harm the few humans here.”

In the midst of the tension, a younger journalist stepped forward with another question. "Miss Luna, we've heard that you have a keen interest in werewolf stories. Is that true?" she asked, changing the subject to something more personal. "Yes, I am indeed fascinated by tales of werewolves," Luna admitted with a hint of enthusiasm. The journalist, intrigued, continued, "Do you believe that werewolves actually exist?" Luna playfully replied, "I'm not sure, but perhaps the answers lie in the Grimoire." "Grimoire?" the journalist asked curiously.