Grimmjow Novels & Stories

I chuckled at my own joke. He quickly opened the door and pulled me in. "Well, now that you're here, no need for masturbation anymore." I pushed the shopping bag into his chest. "I got you clothes. Now put them on before I report you for sexual harassment, chipmunk fucker." He smirked and grabbed the bag. "Spicy Gi is back. I like it." He quickly pulled out the shorts and slid them up his legs. Then he pulled out the t-shirt and held it away from him to look at it. "You got me a shirt that says, 'I don't need therapy. I just need to get F#ed in public by thirteen werewolves?'"

Astaroth’s beta barks, interrupting. “King only to you,” Grimm mutters. Dagar nods, acknowledging the man. “Astaroth Dumitru. I’ve heard about you.” Astaroth squints his eyes. “Yet I do not know who you are, and you seem to be in charge of this…” He looks around. A slow smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, mocking. “Pack?” “Who is he?” Our people scream with outrage at the question. “They don’t know?” Others whisper.

“Of all the people I expected to see in the middle of the apocalypse, you were… actually pretty high on the list. Not gonna lie.” His smile widened sharply and ugly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “Don’t,” I shot back immediately. “It’s not.” Grimlow’s eyes flicked over me then to Ashley, Lucius and finally Martha, like he was assessing value, calculating something in that twisted little brain of his. “What you’re witnessing,” he said, his voice almost proud now, “is my masterpiece. My creation. My genius finally realized.” I let out a short laugh, shaking my head.

Trip asked as he went down to one knee so he was eye-level with James. “To you, I’m Grim, blood of Wrath,” James said. Jenna gasped audibly but Jake grinned proudly. Trip was smiling down at him. “Grim’s a good road name. How did you get it?” “I killed the man that killed my mother,” James said solemnly, his little face expressing the seriousness of his words. “Fuck,” Trip whispered and got to his feet. “You want a beer?” Jake asked him, heading to the fridge. “Yeah, thanks.” He rounded the table and wrapped his arms around Jenna, kissing her cheek and whispering something in her ear.

Black shouted, in a deep, raspy voice with a slight hoarseness, completely different from Zain 's, especially as his shriek was angry. “I’ll finish you,” Jon muttered to Black laughing sarcastically, “No one can finish me, Jon.” He was not surprised that the other knew him, he knows how smart his opponent is. "Yes, I can finish you when I finish this girl here," he sneered, only to be shrieked by Renee afterwards! without even touching it Zain and his wolf almost went crazy. Black turned to Lucas, who recites spells and curses, did he get his book back without noticing!!!

“Then say it.” He looked at me for a long moment, as if measuring how much truth I could handle. “Giovanni isn’t just playing to win. He’s playing to destroy. You, Damon, the pack, everyone who carries your mother’s name in their blood or their heart. He’ll burn the world to see you suffer. And he's going to do it in cold blood. He's not going to care.”

“They fought like they had something to prove. Not mindless beasts looking for a fight—soldiers with a mission. Faster, stronger… coordinated. Like a pack.” Alexander’s golden eyes flickered. “Did you see him?” Liam snorted, kicking at the dirt. “If by ‘the ominous him,’ you mean GrimMaw, then no. If you meant some other mysterious him, I’m gonna need details. Maybe a sketch? A last known address?” Alexander sighed. “GrimMaw, Liam.” “Right, right. No, I didn’t see him.” Liam rubbed his neck. “Which honestly makes me more nervous. It’s like knowing there’s a spider in your room but not being able to find it. I hated that guy—always an ass when we were kids.”

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

I still hold all the alpha meetings here like my father did. Walking over to the shower, I cut it on while waiting for the water to warm up before stepping in. I chose my beta when I was 17, which is my best friend Creed. My gamma is his brother Ryan, I don’t have a delta yet, I’m not sure I will. Creed does an amazing job, he is also my strongest warrior. He trains the males in the pack while his mother Subrina trains the female wolves. My gamma does all my running when I’m either too busy to or I just don’t want to. Otherwise they both help with every decision I make. Now, I know I said I was alone in all this, even though I do have them I still feel alone. Stepping into the shower washing

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