Grimm Werewolf Novels & Stories

But I knew they would intervene in case something went wrong. Right then, the lights in the room dimmed and the huge screen on the wall came to life, dividing into three parts. The faces took some time to appear, but when they did…I gaped open mouthed at the image to the left…because in that corner of the screen was none other than Alpha Krimson…the werewolf represented. “Alpha Krimson.” Alpha Charles too sounded surprised. “I wasn’t aware that the wolf representative had changed.”

said the witch. She threw a small bottle onto the ground and she disappear into a cloud of purple smoke. My eyes widen at her departure. I held the cloak and gloves she had given me and went on my way to find Alpha Deucalion, hoping he had calmed down a bit. "How loud can you scream when I snap your tiny neck with my sharp teeth?" A werewolf stopped me along the way. I was petrified, I slowly walked backward as its yellow and black eyes gazed at me hungrily.

Fenna smiled at him and scraped her throat, “Because Lola is here for the first time, I would like to tell the story of Agnitus it is one of my personal favorites.” The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained do

He said shakily “How much sooner then?” Grimshaw asked as another horn blared and the battle cries seemed to be right about the front “Not soon.” The wizard said “Then make it soon.” Grimshaw said and started changing ripping his clothes until he was in his full wolf form. Mara’s wolf seeing his big black wolf growled loudly which Grimshaw returned as his own definitely was seeking for dominance which the young mother was not prepared to give. They started circling each other and snapping at the air obviously trying to intimidate one another.

Great, she was just as sick as her brother. "What kind of creature was Grim?" I asked. "He could change his form into the strangest things. And he could disappear, I know it." "He was cursed," she says simply. "he was born a Werewolf and he died as a curse." I didn't like how this conversation was leading back to his death. But if I wanted answers, I had to expect this. "How did you find me?" I asked. I needed to know. If they could, I wondered the others who could find me. "And have you told people about me?"

My heart drummed an uneven rhythm against my ribs, but my face stayed calm, almost too calm. Kavian’s mismatched eyes—green like deep forest moss, blue like storm-washed seas—caught the muted light spilling from the window. He held my gaze for a heartbeat before speaking. “During our visit to a city named Grimhaven,” he began, his voice low, deliberate, “we met a man who spoke of a being—a special kind of werewolf with extraordinary healing powers. He himself was living proof of it. He claimed one of these wolves healed him when he was on the brink of death.”

It was not that many but Choven was happy. "He was not human but a werewolf," he smiled and Old Khram shooked her head. "Yes, he is," Old Khram answered. The pack howled, they're all glad Grey was a werewolf.

But she, Aerona was not going to lose to a werewolf. Grim finally showed himself, emerging from the woods in slow careful steps, and Aerona froze. With this six feet monster that was taller than her, covered with pitch black fur darker than the night itself, a little crescent moon on his forehead, and eyes the color of blood, how could she stay. Forget better senses, she had lost the ability to even think, right now all her body recognized was the word, run. She didn’t get very far, she didn’t get far at all. All it took was two step from her and she was pinned under Grim. He was growling and snapping at her, and she closed her eyes, wishing he’d just end it.

Graham explained. “So, you want me to believe that you had nothing to do with anything?” Jonathan asked, disbelief lingering in his words. “I’m a man of my word and I give you my word, I have never had any foul intents against another pack,” Graham swore. “Now, if you excuse me.” Jonathan watched as Graham shifted into this dark-furred werewolf with eyes that naturally glowed gold, reminding Jonathan of pools of honey. Even in his werewolf form he stood stall and was intimidating.

Maximus yelled trying to get under Steve’s skin. “And lastly, everything is fair.” The Grimkeeper stated. “Take your positions.” Steve moved back till he was at a safe distance from Maximus. “Kill!” Grimkeeper yelled and Maximus charged, transforming into a large red werewolf with his claw and teeth bared.