Harry Potter Grim Novels & Stories

And I almost swallowed all my saliva when I saw Albus' body that was now decomposing and smelling so bad. I held on tightly to the bedsheet of the hospital bed. I was so scared, that was the truth. But despite struggling to stare at the evil spirit, I had to fight the fear to let him know he could not frighten me. But I was beyond shocked when I realized he was not a bad spirit because ... He was a Grim Reaper. The man in front of me now is very posture with his dark coat overlaid with a black cloak and black all over. He's even wearing a black Pandora hat.

One was the image or vision I saw about Grim eating flesh and bones. The second was why I was seeing this and why I had this severe migraine. Immediately I was done bathing and dressing. I climbed my bed again ready to fall asleep when a knock came in. “Come in” I ordered, maybe it was the maid. My eyes widened when Grim walked inside with a glass on his hand. “Magna said I should give it to you to drink,” he said in a low voice, stretching his hands to me. I glanced at the cup and then at him. Magna literally hated me, told me to send her greeting to her child and now she is offering me a drink? Maybe it was poisoned.

Said Harry ending his closing sentence. All members of the pack returned to their homes, and on top of all the meals were some wild flowers that adorned their mounds of earth, most of which were the corpse's favorite flower. Harry glanced hard at Rodin's grave. Will Robin be able to replace his brother, or just because of a grudge. He was really praying in his heart… don't lose a big loss like this again, before this kind of attack… it's better for them to attack Alpha Mario. Harry stood there alone… he was pensive for a long time staring at the mound of earth which was still wet. He thought, how many traitors are still hidden in this pack… he tries to remember something… he feels something

Now, I was of the zombie armies that had eaten father's berserkers alive. A grave of a girl. Belonging to none other than Jarngrimr of the Sorrows from mother's ill-fated curse, last of the Cunningfolk witches. The Beast peered back at me in my looking glass, the Troll Queen's red dead eyes cold and lustful. She smirked, a yellow fang agleam as she watched me with wicked delight and decrepit fascination. I picked at the black, black clots of blood, ignoring her – I was too far gone, now, oh, now. My veins smelled of rain, worms, and soil.

My eyes immediately scanned through the room, landing on the corner of the chair. Then I saw it. A figure, sitting in the darkness, calm and completely unbothered. I froze, my hands still gripping the door handle. A wide-brimmed fedora hat sat on his head, highlighting his dark eyes and sharp jawline. I didn’t need to see clearly to know who it was. My breath hitched. Mr. Grim Reaper. Before I could blink, he slammed me against the wall, gripping my neck tightly. A low growl rumbled from my chest, my eyes igniting with a violent glow.

I stuttered. “What the hell is going on here?” A deep, husky voice came from behind me. My eyes widened as I stared at Taylor. I quickly covered my bruises with my hand, hiding the blood. Turning around to face the man, I took in his bald head, brown eyes, and the few white hairs on his beard. A scar on his neck. Ariel had warned me about this man. The one who plans to get rid of His Grace. Alpha Harry, that’s what Ariel called him.

A giant gold hoop hung from his right ear, and a thick beard covered his jaw. Cassian pursed his lips. The two old geezers were dressed pretty shabbily. With a grim voice, Griffin said, "The old hag is Pomona Grimm, the Witch of South Daire, and the old geezer beside her is Jorm Fangler, the Serpent King." Cassian exhaled, relieved that the two of them hadn't gone to Rivershire. "Didn't you say that Jorm had a snake? Where is it?" Cassian asked.

The wind howled through Boneburn Forest, carrying the acrid scent of burned wood. Lia crouched low among the twisted trees, her wolf ears flat against her skull, her senses straining for any sign of movement. Her sharp golden eyes scanned the underbrush, the faint rustling of leaves barely audible over the distant crackling of flames. A human hunting trap lay ahead, its iron teeth glinting in the dim light of the waning sun. "Greyskin," she muttered to herself, a bitter edge to the word. A half-wolf, a cursed creature—her existence was a silent rebellion against the world.

I rubbed my eyes. "What is the deal with Grim, I overheard the mention of him and forgot to ask last night," I said to a stern looking Deagon. "Oh um, well Grim is, shit. Grim is undeniably the most attractive creature and the most terrifying. He collects items that possess unique qualities. No one can resist his auras Ayira and I fear that when he learns about you, he will come to collect you to add to his harem and there's nothing I can do to stop him," he told me with a heartbroken tone. I swallowed uncomfortably and sighed.

Looking around at my mages, I tried to determine who I needed to help and who was okay on their own. Liam was taking on a large male mage with a nose ring and the appearance of horns coming out of his bald head. I assumed those were placed there by magic, and he didn’t really have horns growing out of his head, but it was difficult to know for sure. “Give it up, Harlow!” I heard Grimly shout from far behind the line of advance. “I have more reserves. You cannot win.”