Grimmsnarl Novels & Stories

"And our daughter is never meeting boys…ever! Aurora ignored him, pretending to be annoyed. She glanced at Brinn. "I miss Nurlan. He never would let all these people enter unannounced." Brinn gasped. "He is a gnome!" She yelled dramatically and drew her short knife on Gandr. "Haha, very funny…just like it was the last three times," Gandr said with irritation. "It's the best way to tell if it is really you, because you smell of gnome. Plus it is fun," the elf added with a smirk. She sheathed her knife and leaned back in her chair again. No one mentioned her rude behavior.

How is this even fair? Slap! I hit one of them on the head to express my frustration, but it did not help at all. Never mind, I'll just eat some food, hopefully, it'll calm my nerves. Creak! Tch. I guess someone finally got tired of sitting around. Just when I wanted to have a meal. I looked up as an intimidating face appeared before my eyes. [Gnoll Duelist-Mystic rank] [Named monster- Krogen]

Fur sprouted from his skin and the bone snapping could be heard from the other side of the field. Grendal was a powerful Druid, a shifter like us, like Aerin had explained to me. Behind Selmor stood a giant bear ready to tear him apart. The orb in Selmor’s hands glowed and Grendal attacked, before Selmor had even the opportunity to use his last resort.

I can tell she's still internally freaking, but it's better than having to hear it, her thoughts a whirlwind. The door to the cabin opens, and Damien steps through, his presence filling the room. At this very moment, I see the warrior in him. His muscles are coiled and ready for any attack, his eyes shifting to every corner of the place, making sure nothing is lurking there, his senses on high alert. He tells us that once Cree was able to clear the area of students, he called in the Grimn to look for traces of a magical signature, to which they found none, a dead end. The Grimn were the supernatural equivalent of investigators, tasked with solving supernatural crimes. In this case, though, e

"They just have to witness." I stepped forward, my boots crunching on the permafrost. High above, on the battlements of the ice-wall, horns began to blow. A low, mournful sound that signaled the approach of an enemy. "Stay your hand, Abomination!" a voice boomed from the ramparts. Fenris’s second-in-command, a massive wolf-man named Garm, peered over the edge. He was draped in the pelt of a polar bear, his face scarred by a hundred battles. He looked down at my small group and let out a bark of a laugh.

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.

Grim muttered with purplish gue dripping out of his mouth. I shuffled backwards with the ice scrapping on my hands and wetting my clothes but it didn’t matter to me, he was going to hurt me- my eyes narrowed and i stopped. I pushed up to my feet and stared at the monster in front of me. I clenched my fists together and stared at Grim, his grin had reduced and replaced with a snarl.

He takes a puff on his cigar and leans forward toward my face. Thus, I am forced to close my eyes so they are not burned by the smoke he has spit in my face. He remains silent and takes another sip of brandy, rattling the single ice cube shaped with an ice pick in his crystal glass out of habit. "Santo..." I start to say, but I fall silent as soon as I meet his dark eyes. How ironic to have given him such a name. He's the worst of them all, and he's named Saint.

I snar He fumble with his words My grip tightens more My palm gradually morph into it's beastial form I despise delays and weaknes He need not fumble over his words His alpha questions and a response he must provide despite his current uncomfortable position My eyes glo My completely morphed beastial palm grapl completely his tiny human neck My fangs screench themselves My jaws broadens highly pissed I forecefully toss him across the roo I toss his towards the throne rooms throne pavemen He smash against the thick bone cracking bronze thron Pretty obvious his spines are broken He screams alongside cracks over the toss ped perfectly explains such

My whole being is broken, life seems meaningless. Two warriors grab me by the shoulder and hold me upright. But then I hear a menacing growl next to the Alpha and the two men immediately let go of me. When I look up, I see Glary staring at the warriors full of hate-spitting eyes. “Get your paws off my mate! Now, damn it!” he growls. Suddenly I lift my head. “I am not your mate. Your mate is Jasmina! I'm Alpha Zane from the Midnight Moon pack mate and woman”, I correct him tightly. Glary's eyes rest on me, it looks like he wants to say something but changes his mind at the last minute. He stares at me thoughtfully, lips pursed.