Romans & histoires Grimm

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.

I already figured that out on my own. “He is much nicer than the other one. The werewolf, Officer Stone.” I tell him. “Ah, yeah. Malachi Stone. People say that's his last name because he has a heart of stone. Me, personally, I just think he's just an asshole.” Grimm tells me, making me laugh. He smiles slightly. “I should intorduce myself. I'm Thanatos Grimm.” “Um, as in the-” I begin. “Yes, as in the Greek God of Death. I added the last name about three hundred years ago when they began to become popular. I went with Grim because in the 15th Century everyone began to call me the Grim Reaper.”

I confessed while Miss Soren smirked at her cousin. I turned at him and mouthed 'I love you'. There, I saw his precious smile. "God! You two are so sweet!" Miss Soren squealed which made me turn back to her. I just smiled at her while Gavin sneered at his cousin’s silliness. "Oh, well, congrats! I'm happy for the both of you!" she greeted and pulled us for an embrace. I hugged her back while her cousin stayed still. I just shook my head at his behavior. He is really grumpy. I think that won't change.

I have never felt love for no one except maybe my parents and my servant. But I never will fall for anyone because it's not in my nature. My nature is to feed upon the living and to eat as much human flesh as I can. I waste nothing, I eat every last bit of a person and give bones to the wildlife outside. This castle dates back to my family for centuries since possibly the early fourteen hundreds. The girl had finally stopped screaming and crying when I had hit a major artorie. I sometimes take pieces of them off and have Wilson grill them in front of me while the victims scream and cried in pain. I enjoy the screams I hear, it turns me on like crazy.

He rubbed her belly, looking out at the stars. "We'll make a world among these stars. For us and for our child. I love you, Ophelia. And I will give you whatever you wish." "You don't need to do that, Hades. We have each other—" "How touching," Hades pushed Ophelia behind him. "You again?" Grim smirked. "The name's Grim, girly boy." Hades clenched his teeth. "What do you want?" "A slight warning. Your house burning wasn't a coincidence. It took me two days to track you, they're best tracker will have you in a few more. I'd leave the states if I were you." Grim explained.

Bright

"You hurt my daughter. You invaded my territory. And now... you stand in my path." Grimm laughed, a sound like grinding rocks. "You dare speak to me like that, human? I am Grimm! I have ruled the darkness for a thousand years! You are nothing but a speck of dust!" "Big words for someone about to die," I smirked. I fired instantly! Three bullets shot out like lightning, aimed at his heart and head! But Grimm didn't even flinch. He raised his massive dark sword and swung it horizontally! He sliced my bullets out of mid-air like they were made of paper!

A creature with pitch-black fur stood on all fours, its head raised as if it were staring directly at her. Maera's eyes widened, her body freezing in shock. ‘No, this isn’t real,’ she murmured to herself. “Grim, or the Black Shuck—an omen of death.” Maera recalled her best friend's words from the other day. ‘No. That’s just a wild dog, not Grim,’ she whispered to herself and hastily slammed the window shut. “Nothing bad is going to happen to me or Grandma. Everything’s going to be fine. It was just a wild dog, not Grim,” Maera whispered again, trying to convince herself.

"We've been expecting you." "You know me?" "Everyone knows you." The goblin turned, revealing a face that was all angles and avarice. "The human who ate the Maw. The heir who came back from the dead. The man who brought an army of wolves to Manhattan." He smiled, showing teeth that had been filed to points. "You're the most interesting thing to happen to this city in decades." "I'm flattered." "You should be. Interesting things get killed quickly around here." The goblin stepped forward, extending a hand that was slightly too long. "I am Grimshaw. Senior Partner of the Commerce Guild. And you, Mr. Sterling, have something we want."

“Let’s get one thing straight—I know damn well the only reason some of you even tolerate me is because you want me to finish what you couldn’t: destroy the Royal City. You want a war. You want blood. But I’m telling you now, that’s not the war knocking at our door.” A low murmur rolled through the chamber like thunder on the horizon. Alpha Oscar of Hillspark narrowed his gaze. “Then what kind of enemy are we talking about?” I drew in a breath and let it out slowly, feeling the gravity of what I was about to say. “They call themselves Grimhowl. I don’t know what the fuck that means—but they’re no ordinary wolves.” I paused, watching confusion crawl across their faces. “They… lacked souls.” “L