Grór Novels & Stories

I take one step so I can see if their door is open, I know it probably isn't but it's worth a try. I stop when I hear a weird sound coming from my right, I stand still and I turn my head slowly just to meet a large hairy wolf, no, a large hairy werewolf. "Fuck!" Wake up Chloe, wake up! The wolf grits its teeth, there's saliva dripping from its teeth, and its claws can kill someone even worse than a knife can. Its ears are pointy and the eyes are golden brown, the same as Nathan's. No, no way I'm getting killed.

he said to the pack and looked at Storm. “This is Storm Montrose and my father, Kai, the King of Scotland,” I introduced them. “It’s nice to meet you, Storm,” Kai said with a smile and she bowed her head at him. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you too,” she said and looked him in the eye. “Mom, this is Storm,” I said, taking her hand again and leading her to where my mother stood up from her chair. “This is my mother, Adelie, the Queen of Scotland,” I said.

Dainiel could only see the build of this person, but based on the strange height and shape, this person must be a woman. “Finally, the time has come. We will begin our game Ameira, it is called; 'The Game of Death'. Either you die for them or they die for you. Try to catch me, if you can," she evilly whispered as she glanced at the young woman sitting on the ground.

"Pops its ok , i promise " So we spend the next few hours with me getting my butt kicked, i was getting so frustrated with constantly being on the floor then pops accidentally kicks sand in my eyes,i brush it out but i am fuming and as i stand there with my hands clenching pops and Jerry look behind me with wide eyes so i turn and see a giant ball of water has arisen from the sea and is swirling menacingly, wait did i do that? I move my hand to the right and the ball speeds in that direction then i do the same left and again the ball goes where i want it so for the final test i zoom it over to Jerry and pops and splay my fingers outwards as if to release the ball, Jerry and pops splutter and

Roy and the werewolf stared at each other while walking in circles, neither wanting to be the first to attack. From the looks of it, this one was of a higher rank, as it wasn’t quick to attack like the others were. Roy had totally forgotten about the second werewolf and only realized his mistake when it descended on him from behind, biting him in the process. He was on the ground whining and groaning. The weight was soon off him as he noticed a brown werewolf which he recognized as his beta sink its teeth into the other werewolf’s neck. In that moment, he saw the larger werewolf retreat back into the forest.

____________________________🖊 Chris watches Raphael walk in with a bottle of red wine, he smirks when Raphael joins him on the bed. "Sky, I can see the qualities in you, " Chris says, meanwhile Raphael turns to him wondering what he meant by that. "You brought wine and forgot glasses, no qualm, we go drink am from the bottle ( No problem we will take it directly from the bottle ), " Krys says. "It skipped my mind!" Raphael says in his defence. "Why won't it skip your mind? When this house is filled with damsel's!" Krys comments, making Raphael smirk.

5 YEARS B.M Lekovoski POV DUSK WAS CREEPING over the small village on the outskirts of the big city, Varagrafena. I took hurried steps to my mother's alcove and found her standing over the small deck overlooking the tree of life which was just a few feet from where she stood! The tree has been my mother's fortification for years and it continued to give her the power she needed. My mother, Cersei Morozova was the renowned witch; the greatest of them all. she has cured the sick, protected the weak, and blessed the cursed. she was by far the only person I looked up to.

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"You're not alone in this, Aqua. We're family, and we'll get through anything together." Aqua said goodbye to her grandmother and headed to school. As Aqua stepped outside the gate, she saw Damon standing beside his truck, the sunlight casting a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. His tall, athletic frame was impossible to miss, exuding both strength and grace. Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.