Grimmsnarl Novels & Stories

"Lumpyhead Lumpyface Stickgirp. Have a care, Black Horn, he'll hit you with his stick." "A man must be ashamed of the company he keeps, Cellie," the handsome one said. "This man has the honor to be Jaben H'wan, once of the Free City of Black Horn. Would that he were home. This man's ill-bred companions in captivity are named Rorge"—he waved his tankard at the noseless man—"and Biter." Biter hissed at her again, displaying a mouthful of yellowed teeth filed into points. "A man must have some name, is that not so? Biter cannot speak and Biter cannot write, yet his teeth are very sharp, so a man calls him Biter and he smiles. Are you charmed?"

But the burden of leadership was heavy, and the dangers they faced were growing by the day. “We have allies,” Theo said, breaking the silence. “But we also have enemies, and we need to be prepared for both. Let’s continue with the other packs outside Rysterbia.” He pointed to a region in Southeast Asia. “The Namo Ganga pack, led by Alpha Bhairava. They’re one of the oldest and most respected packs, known for their honour and martial prowess. Bhairava is a warrior, but he’s also a man of great wisdom. Earning their respect will be crucial.”

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

"We have one hour to complete the mission. Let's focus the bloodshed on the miscreants inside, shall we?" Melo shot him a glare before walking towards the front gate of the cemetery. He approached the large headstone in front of them and eyed it from top to bottom. It was larger than the others in the cemetery, completely conspicuous. For human eyes it seemed an ordinary, White Wolf's Clan cemetery, where the their tomb lies. But the Black Wolf's Clan knew better the secret that rested underneath it: Their city, an underground fortress that housed the soldiers and notorious criminals who committed a heinous crime.

You could say they almost seemed scary, if Nadira didn't know who they really were. The girl on the left with long snow-white hair has a different eye color. Her right eyeball was brown, the result of the donation she got as a result of Nadira's past actions. There was a scar running across the eye. Meanwhile, her healthy, real left eye is black. This best friend is a wolf-shiftergirl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Nadira once slaughtered.

Nicolai yelled at him but he just shrugged. "Don't worry, I won't fall for a friend." He then said. "Better be! Because I already have someone I like." Nicolai answered while smiling. "Oh? Who is it then?" "Can't tell you." "It's Jeon. I know." He said sparingly. Again, Nicolai is coughing again. Jeon, is one of their close friend, a Korean national like Nicolai. Nicolai is basically half blood tho. "H-How did you know?"

The Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, the East’s most potent pack leader, was infamous for his ruthlessness and hatred of the impolite. According to legend, he murdered most of his servants, and his reign was marked by bloodshed. Nothing was too much for a man to do to ensure that those around him obeyed his every command. To him, it is preferable to slaughter the weak and bathe in their blood beneath the light of a harvest moon. His wolf was said to be a monster with red eyes that glowed in the dark, watching its victims before tearing them apart.

“I'll find that bastard!” “He doesn't mind getting killed with us,” Winnie mumbled. “His main motive is just to erase the existence of Spraggins. We need bait to bait him and bait is…” Winnie looked at Noelle, hesitating. “He wants to screw Noelle,” Cassius said carefully. “Fuck you!” Luther spat at his brother. “I’m going, that's final,” Noelle sighed before kissing her husband on the lips but he didn't respond. Without another word Noelle moved away from them. ********

Grub asked, cocking his head to one side slightly. “Something like that,” Venya replied after thinking for a few seconds. “Knarl magic throwers are the strongest,” Grub said, beating his chest proudly, and then pointing to another tattoo that was half covered by his rope belt, he had begun to slide his pants down to show the remainder of it as he spoke, “Grub once plow most beautiful Knarl magic thrower in all Kuumakun.”

It was the only part of his body not covered in the black shell, and he had the sallow skin and sunken features of a man who had spent time in Hell. “What are you doing?” I snapped. He turned its head, his black eyes sharpening. “Trying to concentrate on this fascinating incantation.” “Who are you?” He swept an arm across his body and bowed. “Forgive my lack of manners, my lady. I am Snorri Halvard, former shaman of the Visigoths.” “You’re a Neutral wolf?” I asked, my voice breathy. “That’s the butcher of Wesi.” A bearded man with dirty blond hair jogged out from behind the trees. “He used to skin innocent shifters to steal their power.”