Grimm Werewolf Novels & Stories

"We lost countless humans and the same for the wolves but we won. Then we made a treaty to block any other war outbreak in the future. My father said, the humans drew a boundary and the werewolves isolated from human territory. They are likely to still be existing and am sure a few lives in human territory and that's where the werewolf hunters come in. They usually identify most werewolves by their scent but mostly by their instantaneous reaction at the sight of them and mostly the star symbol which all werewolf hunters have tattooed on their arm. Your gram was one of them." "How could they?" "Werewolves despise humans and we despise them for their two-sided nature. They are half humans but

“I’ve been waiting for this.” Rolling my eyes, I turned to Grimm, who stood behind me. He was a sadistic vampire that enjoyed fighting and bloodshed. I watched the girls disappear from the circle and I turned my focus to Callighan. This time, I was going to make sure this was my last time running into him. The pack around us tightened, waiting for Callighan’s orders. I needed to get my guys over here. Well, the remainder of who was left. There was no telling who survived the fight with these wolves. I placed my two fingers in my mouth and blew as loud as I could. FWEEEET!!

Their claws and fangs, once formidable weapons, were now mere scratches against the impenetrable hide of the god destroyers. Amidst the chaos, a young ten-year-old werewolf named Allan watched in horror as the village was laid waste. His heart pounded with fear, yet a spark of defiance ignited within him. He knew he was no match for the werewolf god destroyers, but he couldn't just stand by and watch his home be destroyed. As Anthon and Julius closed in on Allan, his werewolf instincts kicked in. His body transformed, his muscles rippling with newfound strength, his claws extending, and his fangs sharpening. He let out a fierce howl, a battle cry that echoed through the ravaged village.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

Mr Hambora said while his brother, Mr Glamora chuckled on hearing his Words "You know you are quite free to join the League Brother!" Mr Glamora replied and puffed out the smoke that Emanated out from the huge Cigar "Am afraid now is not the time Brother, you need to come with me, It's the Werewolves, They are Back!" Hambora dropped the bombshell and the countenance on Mr Glamora changed as he pulled the ladies away and stood on his feets, he maybe the type that love ladies a lot but when it came to matters concerning the Supernaturals, He was damn too ready to take them down and burn them

" he asks firmly. "I don't know, I just got out," I try to explain but he is not having it. He grabs me by the collar of Alanis's T shirt and pulls me until we are out of the house and in front of Alby Crix's house. Alby is the oldest wolf in out pack and he is the wisest. He has all the answers. Werewolves get old, we can live for 1000 years or more but at a point we start ageing. Which almost makes us like humans.

The van carrying Talan overturns as Talan comes back to life to continue his rampage. Meanwhile, after becoming increasingly ill, Gavin investigates the Gwynek residence and ends up killing Mrs. Gwynek after coming to realize that he now has the same affliction as Talan. Gavin shaves off all of his body hair as he begins giving in to his new werewolf alter ego. In the commotion at the crash site, Talan kills Eric. Talan moves to attack Kate next, but Gavin arrives to battle the other werewolf. The fight ends when Gavin strangles Talan, presumably killing him.

“You’re only here to save your werewolf. You know that he’s never going to love you, right?” Winter cried out in pain. Roman let out a growl that rattled through the old house. His face contorted and it was no longer his face. But a wolfs snout, then his claws, then---then it was no longer Roman standing there. But a wolf. And the wolf lunged at Merrick. Merrick’s magic must have stopped because Winter fell to the ground with a loud slam! Nora rushed to her cousin’s side. “Glinda!” Nora called to the other witch. “Help me!”

a voice shrieked, a wet, rattling sound of a throat scoured by dust. A massive rogue Alpha, Grimm, stepped into the light of a flickering amber lantern. He was a nightmare of silver-salt tumors and exposed ribs, his left arm a multi-jointed claw that clicked rhythmically. He pointed that claw at a human woman clutching a crying infant. "The King promised us a roof!" Grimm roared, his yellow eyes bulging with a manic, dehydrated fire. "But the roof is a kiln! The rocks are drinking our blood! If the King won't open the aquifers, we take the wet meat! We drink the small ones first!"

"Do you think he'll listen to me?" "Now that I think about it, I doubt he will. How about if you told someone scary to threaten him for you?" "I don't know any-" "I know the right person," Hellen's face lit up. "Your cousin Tom can do it. Rumours say he used to be in a gang when he was in the city. With that big body and scary look, Cole will be leaving town as soon as he threatens him." Gina put her arms around Hellen. "Thank you, thank you so much. I'll call Tom right away."