Grimm Novels & Stories

Perhaps because the room had been silent, the scoff echoed, louder and louder, through the walls I guess it was only a thought. They were far from being subdued. The culprit of the scoff was an Elder of the GrimFangs, a female, unlike the rest of the packs. She turned and looked directly at Sebestian, her eyes didn't carry the condescendence in the Blood Fangs, it was pure, primal hatred. She tilted her head in an awkward angle, one that made the witch hat look like a tipping dagger. A grin spread across her face, a lifeless creepy grin.

The Grimkeeper’s last form. Steve readied his sword. Emma stepped forward, hands ablaze. Sarah stood, leaning on her. Three of them. One monster. Emma smiled. “Let’s finish this.” Grimkeeper's final form towered above them. A beast of nightmares, forged from every broken thought and twisted soul that had dared to enter his realm and failed. Glass wings unfurled with a screech like metal on bone. His body shimmered—black and jagged, like a living mirror reflecting only ruin. And his voice now thundered, not in words, but in raw emotion.

Dante Moretti. Victor’s most ruthless rival. She had heard the name whispered in fearful voices around the estate, but now, seeing him up close, she understood why. He was nothing like Victor. Where Victor’s dominance was controlled and suffocating, Dante exuded something more sinister…. chaotic and cruel. He was tall and lean, his dark suit perfectly fitted, but his presence alone made the room feel smaller. His jet-black hair was slicked back, exposing a sharp jawline and piercing green eyes that held a sick kind of amusement.

"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.

He whimpered apologetically. "Oh, I see; you now have a pack of omegas," Grimshaw said and then looked at his men amusingly. They all started laughing. "Yes. A pack of loyal omega, way better than your pack of runts and strays." Sebastian shot back at him "Barely a pack to me," Grimshaw said "Way better than your bunch of fellow good-for-nothings," Sebastian said "Watch it now, boy," Grimshaw said as a warning light sprang in his eyes

oh Goddess . the scent of her is a delirious mix of smells and emotions and memories: a wild run through pine forests, a plunge into cool water, the mewls of a newborn pup, the madness of the moon's call ... The other two wolves pad after her. Fulvio's giant ginger wolf (though he insists its gold-coloured) and Graydon Airwolf. Graydon seems so much younger in his wolf form. Elder hardly seems right though he has the same air of restrained power as in his human form.

These two people have made my days here a splendid one. He's actually a werewolf and I've only made him a friend to gain info about his pack(Crimson Walker pack). They are not savage or bloodlust like the ones we have in my country. After surveying the city we are in, I've been able to note the harmony amongst the wolves and vamps. Makes me wonder why my country have the ones plotting against humans. After doing a retouch on my makeup, I came out of the room. Kyle was over there talking to my fish.

Lucifer said, smirking at his friend. Grimm walked out, mumbling under his breath. He knew Lucifer really wanted these three souls, but for what? He wasn’t entirely sure about the reason, but when his friend gave him a job, he had to do it. He didn’t want him to contact any of the other reapers that was around. That’ll fuck up his reputation and his relationship with the Lord of the Underworld. “Grimm?” He turned and seen his best friend’s ex-wife, Lilith, coming towards him. “How are you?”

I stepped back again until there was enough moonlight which helped my vision to properly gaze at the figure in front of me. My heart is beating terribly. The granny’s voice said she couldn't walk, she could only sit on her knees on the ground. However, this figure, I was sure, was standing. My cold sweat was pouring out again for who knows how many times this night. “Please, don't hurt me,” I whispered in fear. “I just… I….” The figure walked forward, welcoming the moonlight so faintly. However, it was enough to make me gasp. She is indeed a grandmother. A grisly, crushed face. The figure smiled, continued to smile until it was so wide as if its mouth had been torn and it didn't hurt for her

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-.