Grimmsnarl Novels & Stories

Even after several days and certain that he had managed to wash Beetles ’s scent from his skin, Snarl found he could barely look Damon in the eye , considering the abomination he had committed . Standing in the library of the Lauchair's Manor with his hands clasped behind his back, Snarl chose instead to avert his gaze to the floor as he listened to the latest report from his future alpha. “We’ve had reports of strange witches in the area,” Damon explained, running his fingers

Node smirked raised his glowing purple eyes at the large figure, blood still dripping down his nose uncontrollably while shielding the fist of the large mysterious being. “You are talking… to the wrong beings… sucker…” he looked at Sniffia. “You know… foxy… we ain’t going to run or wait every single time for you… to come save our glowing asses.. after all the vigorous training we have done so… far… isn’t that right Peirce?...”

The object in her hands shook, and the surface glowed a ghoulish amethyst. She dropped the book and stepped away as smoke rose in a spiral. The things in the attic rattled and knocked various stuff over and an unnatural chuckle resounded against its walls. April G’s orbs grew wide when out from the smoke, appeared a tall, elegant woman, dressed in an all-black gown with lilac hair, carmine eyes and yellow horns that protruded from her head. The little girl backed away more and stared up in shock and fear. She then heard her speak and recognized her voice as the one that tempted her earlier. [Gehennam ignis, tandem venit de miser libro!]

It instantly started to bubble in response to the markings. "I Damon Bloodstone, Prince of Gardenia, summon the King of the Underworld, Balthazar Kolgrim." The temperature of the room dropped. My hair stood on end as black smoke pooled from the circle. It swirled around us, filling the room with the smell of sulphur. I wrinkled my nose, forcing myself to breathe through my mouth. I waited for him to appear, but then the smoke vanished, and the room warmed up again. "Well, so much for that plan," Kier scoffed, and I shook my head.

I asked in a very irritated voice. Noah looked at me closely with his blue iris. The wind blew harder than before. "Your heart," answered Noah firmly. I rolled my eyes lazily "it's difficult," I said. Noah lowered his head, "You know Grisella? I am known as a wolf who is cold-hearted, emotional, and challenging. Every time I turn into a wolf, my wolf dominates my thoughts. Until I can only settle for destroying my enemy by tearing his body apart. That's why they call me Blood Crystal. But I can be calm. Only with you I can be gentle, and only you I can yield. Why? because you're my mate. "

He swiped his hand across the console, bringing up detailed schematics of the Vane Family's proprietary tactical gear: The Neural-Dampening Grid: Unlike crude physical collars, this systemic localized field emitted a sub-audible electromagnetic frequency that directly interfered with the synapses required to trigger a shapeshifting sequence. For a werewolf caught in the grid, the agony of a half-initiated shift where bone and muscle attempt to transform against a locked nervous system was enough to incapacitate even a seasoned alpha.

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."

He was pushed back with the very same force of his strength, and it flung him halfway down the hallway. Zayn had to change to his wolf form to break his fall. A humongous four legged creature, with pitch black fur and red eyes taking over his form. This was Zayn’s wolf whom he named Grim. The creature looked like death itself, there was no need for a warning sign to know to stay away from him. Grim walked slowly on all fours to observe the door. There was something strange about it, it was as though there were an invisible energy emitting from it, and although Zayn couldn’t see it, he could feel it.

It met my stare with its own pitch-black beady eyes and leaned in close until I could feel it's cold breath on my face. With a voice that resonated in my mind like nails on a chalkboard, it whispered: "You should be." It lunged at me with a gaping mouth as the lights flickered off. I let out an ear-piercing shriek and raised my hands in front of my face. "Yes," it hissed, letting out a chuckle, "summon him for me. I want your dismembered and mangled body to be the last thing he sees." I barely registered what it was saying as I fought to get away. Its grip around my neck only tightened as I did so.

He's good enough to go. Their eyes were closed. Like Svenhe, he felt resistance there, and like Svenhe, he fell. He could feel Stribjon's power approaching, but he did not give in, but in his weakened state he had no will to face Ragnar. - Yubin. He said. 'Let's go.' The engines in Strybjorn's armor screamed like asthma as he escaped and snapped the supply lines that spewed steam from his crate, but Grimskull staggered out of the tunnel. Ragnar knew he could do anything to keep his feet up.