Grimmjow 소설 & 이야기

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.

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!"

This had happened on my watch. Wrath turned a corner into the open-plan area of the bar as I walked inside. His gaze narrowed because I was sure the rage was etched onto my face. I looked around and another man was wiping his hands on a cloth, looking pissed off with the world. His vest identified him as Grim.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

Andrew smiled and pulled her up, and the two continued their escape. He explained, "That guy's name is Jahmir Robles, a notorious lone wolf from the Northern Martial Union. Among the powerhouses at the martial emperor level, most have retired or semi-retired, prioritizing reputation and seniority. But this man? He's like a vulture, ruthless and shameless."

Was a figure so big and terrifying that my breath hitched. He was wearing heavy black armor, and his eyes were glowing with deep purple light. He held a massive sword that looked like it was made of solid darkness. "The Star Child..." his voice boomed like thunder. "And the Volkov trash... you have come to die." "WHO ARE YOU?!" I shouted back, gathering energy in my hands. The figure laughed darkly. "I am Grimm, the General of the Shadow Clan. And this... is as far as you go."

Suddenly, a grim-faced man kicked the door open. CRASH! "That's Grimm, the second oldest. He looks rough, but he’s kind. Don't be afraid of him." Grimm scowled, his sharp, dark face looking perpetually angry. Snow White shivered. "Finally awake, human? You’ve caused us nothing but trouble. Annoying brat," he muttered before tossing a bouquet of wild flowers onto the bed. "Eat more soup. You'll never get strong on that tiny amount."

Holgar ordered. We both sat, but our dark eyes pierced into each other. I clenched my jaw, remembering his daughter seated in my house. She would suffer for this! “Please introduce yourself,” Holgar said to the unfamiliar man. He stood up with a bright smile. I hated him at that very spot. “I am Joachim Zimmermann, the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack.” The name of the pack rang a bell and I creased my brows. I tried recollecting where I have heard it but, I couldn’t remember.

I caused them this unbearable pain that they will always remember for the rest of their lives. "Alpha Michael," Jordan pokes my knee trying to get my attention, I can't help but swallow my saliva when I look down at him, Jordan's eyes were so puffy from crying so much, his father was one of the fallen werewolves. "Hey Jordan," I said greeting the child and I gently let go of Freya's hand so I could carry Jordan, he immediately wrapped his hand around my neck, and then he cried on my shoulder which makes me feel like the worst Alpha.

Eligor smirks, knocking me sideways into a tree that gives out a deafening crack before snapping in the centre and falling to the floor. He shifts into a large black wolf, very similar to Kade and stalks towards me. I don't waste any time, rushing at him and slashing his front leg from shoulder to ankle. He barely flinches as his skin slices open, using his own claws to catch me on the side and leave four deep gashes in my side. I bite down on his other shoulder, ripping fur, skin and muscle from his body, when somehow his paw changes back to a human hand and he grabs my throat, squeezing the air out of it while I claw and slash at his arm.