Grimm Werewolf Novels & Stories

I punched a button on the monitor and spoke into the speaker. "Thank you, Grim. You can come home now." "On my way." His reply was faint with a note of satisfaction. She tore her gaze from the monitor and looked at me like her brain was trying to reboot. "Who is Grim?" "Rowan's wolf." She stared. "No." "Yes. His wolf's name is 'Grim', just like mine is named 'Nero'." She shook her head hard, trying to shake the nonsense out of the air.

Despite the pain she had experienced, her heart remained pure. Heading into another room, I poured myself a drink to calm my anger. The urge to avenge Flora's pain, to punish Cassie and Bryan, was strong. However, a part of me felt gratitude toward Bryan for rejecting Flora. It led her to me, allowing me to meet such a beautiful soul. I gazed out the open window as I sat, enjoying the moonlight and the cool breeze. Over the past six months, I discovered my unique power: I am the fabled Grim Reaper of Wolves. The legends speak of this figure emerging only once every thousand years, summoned to serve a special purpose by the moon goddess. I still recall the shock I felt when I first drew a wol

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.

she whispers persuasively, ready for the whole of me. Her words ignite something primal within me. I press my lips to hers, my eyes gleaming red. I release my werewolf form, but I don’t completely shift into a wolf. My wolf teeth elongate, hair sprouts across my face, and claws emerge from my hands as Kris takes over, eager to claim his mate fully. Finally, we give in. I grunt, driving harder and faster into her as she moans loudly in pleasure and pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. But we only go faster, reveling in the euphoria of our fulfilled desire. She touches me, but I grip her hand, pinning it above her head as Kris grunts in pleasure, savoring the moment. Wolves crave two things:

And most importantly, no more killer smiles. Right now, it’s just Gabriella the witch and Aelfric the werewolf. Just two mates enjoying the serenity together.

“Vampires and witches. However, most of the witches left because of irreconcilable differences, so it is majorly vampires and werewolves. There has been peace among the two for decades.” “What are you, Mr. Morgenstern?” He glanced at his wife, she nodded with a slight smile. “We are werewolves,” he said. For some reason, I did not get surprised. I guess it was because he had informed us that humans were the fewest so there were higher chances of him being supernatural than human. “You don’t have to be scared of me,” he added. “Like I said if we wanted to harm you, we would have already done so. We don’t. Your family is one of the founding families of this town. Although things later got heat

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?”

Andrews. I put my glasses on to look closer. I ask them; "Okay. We already know that have ever was in that tomb, killed a lot of people." "Not that part, Dr. Andrews. This section over here." I enlarge the image to look at it closely. My jaw drops as I see it. I ask the team; "Is that a-" "It is a werewolf! We have discovered the first actual evidence of the existence of a werewolf." I step back and say;

I knew that if I didn't do something critical about the rats, they would come back and continue tormenting me. So, I turned around and did the needful. When I was done, I finally went back to my sitting position, gripping a rusted fork which I had found during my rat hunt. I assured myself that the same way I had taken care of the rats, that's how I'd do to the rest of my problems. I would finally face my mum, Steve and Ava and show them that i wasn't a trashbag nor a weakling. Unknowning to me, my eyes began to glow yellow as my werewolf's eyes emerged.

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."