Grimrock Level 3 Novels & Stories

Making my way, with Grey at my side, to a huge rock, I pushed through the mass of many, being sure to be a bit aggressive when it came to those who didn't feel like moving. Finally, I was standing at the base of the gigantic rock, and with ease, I leapt, and climbed up the rock, fitting my small fingers into ridges and edges. When I stood at the top of the rock, overlooking the crowd, Grey shortly following my rapid scale of the mound, I put my fingers in my mouth, and whistled, the sound clearly louder than the idle murmur of the many werewolves.

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

I was happy and I had all the things I could possibly dream of having, but it sure as hell wasn't an easy ride to get here. "Take a moment to imagine our pack captured a rogue and that rogue just happened to be my mate. Continue imagining that this rogue used sarcasm as a natural defence and had an answer for basically everything. Now imagine our father was the reason this rogue was a rogue in the first place and she had nothing left so she pretty much demanded that I earn her trust, to prove I was nothing like our father. Imagine that I did this for almost two weeks, only seeing this rogue three times in that period, during which time I killed two guards and almost killed our Alpha. Imagine

"That means, he wouldn't know if I'll ditch this thing." Putting the quill down in the bottle of ink, he jogged to the door and turned the knob, but it was locked. Frowning, he looked around and saw the windows. He was on the second floor of his Master's Victorian house, but he didn't care. He smirked to himself as he opened the windows wide enough for him to be able to pass through. As he was about to jump, he felt a weird tingling sensation at the back of his neck. He looked around the room one last time and saw that it was still the way it is. Shrugging his shoulders, he went and jumped out of the window, and landed on the ground roughly. He was smiling, celebrating his victory internally

Gray finally woke up around 9 a.m. He searched for his surroundings, but couldn’t find his friend, Leon. He was not fully awake yet, so he thoughtlessly greeted Sierra, “Guh mowning~” Just like before, Sierra didn’t want to wake him up, so she just waited patiently.

This feat was made possible, by riding their famed vehicle "Mortar" Thanks to this, they could leave the premises without jeopardising their safety. Since the possibility of activating the Shamrock is out of option. worrying about the Shamrock But when one of the sisters refused to help, Audrey was left with no choice but to steal it from them. The Grae's tried to stop them but thankfully they succeeded from taking it away. Although they have no idea how to get to their destination, they heaved a collective sigh of relief when they passed by the Slamming Rock and it did not move. Only the Mortar can passed it without activating the rock's enchantment.

The stream grew faster, and I tightened my hold, weaving it skillfully until it reached the endpoint, spilling into a designated pool. The crowd murmured in approval, and I felt a burst of adrenaline as I approached the third challenge: earth. I was met with a field of scattered boulders that needed to be rearranged to form a clear path to the next element. Recalling Morgan’s advice, I grounded myself, channeling a steady flow of power to guide each stone into place. The rocks obeyed my command, stacking in an even line as I completed the path, feeling my connection to the earth deepen.

Alex walked up to the stones and picked out the three that had caught his eye. One was a larger piece while the other two were smaller. The large one was as big as a bench. While the other two were the sizes of basketballs. Tobias was fairly obsessed with stone gambling. However, as Alex picked out the stones, he shook his head and approached him. “Mr. Rockefeller, these three ores don’t look so good. There’s a low chance that you’d be in the green with these. Why don’t you choose some other ones? I’ve gambled quite a few times, I might be of help.”

Liam’s eyes glinted with determination, and he let out a deep, resonating growl that echoed through the garden, a sound that commanded respect and fear. The remaining rogues, realizing they were outmatched, began to retreat. But Liam was relentless. He pursued them with a speed that left the others in awe, his powerful legs propelling him forward as he took down another rogue with a swift, decisive strike. The garden was filled with the sounds of battle, but it was clear that the tide had turned in favor of the Lockwood pack.

Through our red tinted eyes, the rogue fell to the ground, its intestines pouring at my feet. Moving fast, expertly shielding Freya behind me, Warrick spun around, our claws extended, catching the second rogue across its throat. It stumbled back, its eyes wide with terror before collapsing to the ground, a gurgling sound escaping its lips. The third rogue charged, its fangs bared. We sidestepped its attack, dodging its claws with a swift maneuver. Before it could recover, Warrick delivered a powerful blow to its chest, sending it flying backward. It crashed into a crack just beyond the entrance to the Tombs Of Amyrsthystiase, its body slumping to the ground, motionless.