Grimm Musai Novels & Stories

“Sorry, but I'm having trouble believing a talking skull has good intentions.” The air became cold as ice. He turned on his heels, cloak whirling furiously. “Talking skull? Oh, that,” he chuckled, drawing his hood back slightly and bringing his face into the light. The grinning skull shook with laughter. “Do I scare you, Callie Parker? Because underneath that pretty flesh, you're just like me.” He drew closer. “Do you know what the word grimnir means, Callie?” he asked, drawing his fingers across his stony brow. “Like grim? Yeah. Creepy. Like you.”

"Her chuckle at my question worries me. "Grim is the leader of the underworld he takes souls that are evil. He will be thrilled to get them, "she looks at the scene of Roman and Amver as she begs for him to come to her. I feel a movement and look behind the moon goddess as a huge man steps into view. "Hello beautiful," he winks at me, and I quickly blush and look down. "Grim, stop teasing her she is pregnant and belongs to Roman",his chuckle makes me jump.

It feels like everything in the world is trying to kills us lately. “Don’t worry they are more scared of you then you are of them” Grissom grabbed one of them by the head and broke its neck, it’s lifeless body falls to the sand. A creature swam up to my face “ohh you look tasty.” I boil the water around him and it turns to goo, I liquify a few others and the other creatures catch a hint after seeing their friends die and swim off. “See I told ya” Grissom laughs, “nothing but little cowards with sharp teeth. They make a good meal though.”

I closed my eyes prepared to die. A musky leather scent hit my nostrils, and my heartbeat increased. I would recognize that scent anywhere. It was Grim. Or maybe I was hallucinating. Death was near after all. “Let her go!” His deep growl filled the hall. They immediately stood up and bowed as he strolled in with a tightened shoulder and a deep frown on his face. A smile tugged my lips. “I said let her go!” He thundered again with so much force that some wolves fell on their knees.

I rubbed my eyes. "What is the deal with Grim, I overheard the mention of him and forgot to ask last night," I said to a stern looking Deagon. "Oh um, well Grim is, shit. Grim is undeniably the most attractive creature and the most terrifying. He collects items that possess unique qualities. No one can resist his auras Ayira and I fear that when he learns about you, he will come to collect you to add to his harem and there's nothing I can do to stop him," he told me with a heartbroken tone. I swallowed uncomfortably and sighed.

the woman explained. I pondered her words and began to grasp the concept. It seemed akin to accidentally disrespecting a sacred place by spitting on it, then spitting again to negate the first act. "Wait," I said, chuckling as I began to see where this conversation was going. "Are you suggesting..." "Exactly, Luna. The original Rein krnasi used the Grimoire as the basis for their intimate ritual, and you must do the same," the woman said, leaving me momentarily speechless.

The scene was extremely terrifying. Grimm stared at Hitler through the window. Looking at his tragic death, his heart suddenly contracted, as if he had been tightly gripped by someone with a strong hand. Hiss, hiss, hiss… Grimm opened his mouth wide and sucked in a deep breath. However, he could not breathe in a single breath. With a plop, Grimm fell to the ground. He was dead. “Hitler is out! Grimm is out!” Jack’s cold voice sounded again.

Grimm’s grind so close to any female I’ve had; so wet and impatient for dick they can’t sit still. “No teasing Top,” Grimm nips my lower lip with the warning buck of my hips right in his sweet spot. That response… The hiss and shiver that makes every muscle ripple and Luca’s neck lift in the same plea as his grinding ass…..really could change the entire course of the evening if he doesn’t stop playing.

it spoke. The old woman looked down with her sagging eyes and gave out a wicked smile that made the air around them seem colder than it was before. She held her crooked fingers and laid them on the glowing crystal as her eyeballs start to judder and turn to black, like swirling voids of darkness nestling in her face. A scene was shown before her and only she was able to see it. It was so fascinating for her that it made her smile grew wider, filled with malice. "I see we have another magician in the Pavilion, Olivia."

“They fought like they had something to prove. Not mindless beasts looking for a fight—soldiers with a mission. Faster, stronger… coordinated. Like a pack.” Alexander’s golden eyes flickered. “Did you see him?” Liam snorted, kicking at the dirt. “If by ‘the ominous him,’ you mean GrimMaw, then no. If you meant some other mysterious him, I’m gonna need details. Maybe a sketch? A last known address?” Alexander sighed. “GrimMaw, Liam.” “Right, right. No, I didn’t see him.” Liam rubbed his neck. “Which honestly makes me more nervous. It’s like knowing there’s a spider in your room but not being able to find it. I hated that guy—always an ass when we were kids.”