Harry Potter Grim Novels & Stories

Silas: The world is quieter after midnight, but never quiet enough. I have spent all day silently watching Isadora after her episode in the hall. I lie in the rafters of the old tower, where the stone keeps the day’s warmth and the shadows speak in tongues only I can hear. They slither along the walls, whispering in voices I’ve known since birth—fragments of the dead, echoes of the dying, secrets no one should hold. I don’t fight them anymore. I am Grim. I am their conduit. Their curse.

His hair was in a messy bun and his claws were long like he knew what was going to happen between them. Grimm walked up to the window and stared at my belly. He seemed really fascinated with it and that just creeped me the fuck out. I was ready for him to leave. Once I turned away, I heard an unfamiliar voice from within my head. I turned back around and saw Grimm smirking at me. Gosh, you look so delicious to drain. You would last me a whole month. I would savor every drop of your blood until you give birth. Afterwards I will end you because the taste would never be the same. However, your kids’ blood-.

His body, which had appeared to be under the control of this mysterious figure, was now back in his hands. "Curse you and your machinations! I won't let you corrupt any more lives. I'll put an end to your reign of terror." Rafe cursed. The man examined a bag of old books he'd brought back from Singapore. It took him a long journey and a long process to find the book's location. "This grimoire, it's the key to eradicating your presence, saving her from a fate she doesn't deserve." "God, I'm exhausted from all this." Rafe whispered with a face that looked really tired as if a lot of heavy loads were on his mind this time.

He struggled to resist the stop, his vitality draining away, darkness obscuring every corner of his vision. HeVox was a nightmare. This time he was standing in front of a large, black altar. Strange characters appeared everywhere. Above your head, a horned wizard floats in a large glowing disc, defying gravity with his magical powers. When Ragnar saw him floating. A beam of light passed through the wizard's clawed hand, but he made no threatening gesture. Ragnar raised his weapon but did not attack because he wanted to see what would happen. "What can my master give for your soul?" asked the wizard in a voice mixed with magic. 'What do you want? Think and it will be yours.''

He rubbed her belly, looking out at the stars. "We'll make a world among these stars. For us and for our child. I love you, Ophelia. And I will give you whatever you wish." "You don't need to do that, Hades. We have each other—" "How touching," Hades pushed Ophelia behind him. "You again?" Grim smirked. "The name's Grim, girly boy." Hades clenched his teeth. "What do you want?" "A slight warning. Your house burning wasn't a coincidence. It took me two days to track you, they're best tracker will have you in a few more. I'd leave the states if I were you." Grim explained.

"Alright... The remains of a dead otter... It was still so tiny. I took a guess that it was still a newborn when it died. I did not understand the idea behind all this. But after you mentioned about spells and charms, I think I start to get the idea..." . "Yeah... But what kind of dark magic do they use in this modern world? Even using a dead animal as their tool. Sick. Sick to the head. Sick to the mind." . "That's not all, Harry... There were also yellow, rotten teeth inside there. Precisely three pieces. It was so disgusting, I literally almost puked upon discovering it all." .

"Hey Adrian! You know me, I'm Maddy, and I've always wanted to meet you. Madelyn Gregory, Mad Greg for shorts to only her cheesy wannabes and haters, and that apparently was about seventy to eighty percent of Ridgewood High girls. Madelyn was one of the three Gorgon's of Ridgewood high (with Devon as number two) a look from either of the three, could petrify the heart of anybody. Her nastiness, and hoedom, made her a beacon of hate amongst the girls. Cheesy bunch! "Don't you have makeups to be applying, or blowjobs to sell somewhere?"

The Grimkeeper’s last form. Steve readied his sword. Emma stepped forward, hands ablaze. Sarah stood, leaning on her. Three of them. One monster. Emma smiled. “Let’s finish this.” Grimkeeper's final form towered above them. A beast of nightmares, forged from every broken thought and twisted soul that had dared to enter his realm and failed. Glass wings unfurled with a screech like metal on bone. His body shimmered—black and jagged, like a living mirror reflecting only ruin. And his voice now thundered, not in words, but in raw emotion.

The scene was extremely terrifying. Grimm stared at Hitler through the window. Looking at his tragic death, his heart suddenly contracted, as if he had been tightly gripped by someone with a strong hand. Hiss, hiss, hiss… Grimm opened his mouth wide and sucked in a deep breath. However, he could not breathe in a single breath. With a plop, Grimm fell to the ground. He was dead. “Hitler is out! Grimm is out!” Jack’s cold voice sounded again.

Grimm said to himself. He got up from the rail that was connected to the side of the back road and pulled out a metal pipe from his back pocket. When he pulled it to the front of him, the pipe instantly transformed to his weapon, the scythe. He decided to go to the closest to him, which was Mila’s friends, Brenda and the guy. He descended over to the car and opened the passenger door. Before he removed the soul that was floating around her body, he took out the golden container that Lucifer had given to him before he came to this place. He opened it up and turned his attention to the soul. He touched the soul with the sharp tip of his scythe, which removed the soul from the body it was conne