Harry Potter Grim Novels & Stories

But it looks like, he needed to buy the head part of the deity first to unlock their appraisal talent. |In that case, no choice, huh! I must use this finishing touch!| After saying this in his mind, he threw on the ground another ball-shaped object but this time with gray color. The gray-colored ball-shaped object landed near those five white cotton-like ball-shaped objects. After it hit the ground, smoke suddenly raises around it. But it wasn't so thick. Actually, this thing was a smoke bomb, but it only smokes a little. The good thing on it was, it lowered the enemy's vision for a few seconds.

It was quite laughable that the dark lord had a pet tiger who had a nanny. I stopped on the stone surface, rooted to the spot. The horror of last night returned. It was the place. The sound of the gunshot came back, reverberating at the back of my head, the image of Leo on the carcass flashed and the hard icy gaze on the dark lord.

“One more thing.” Griff snarled at the intrusion. “What’s that?” He nodded at something behind us on the floor. “You must dispose of that, and far away from our establishment.” I turned to see what he was referring to and found the dagger. Half its crystals were clear, and the other half were still black. My heart sank. “Why did Rumpel Kracknuts only absorb half the curse?”

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

“Of all the people I expected to see in the middle of the apocalypse, you were… actually pretty high on the list. Not gonna lie.” His smile widened sharply and ugly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “Don’t,” I shot back immediately. “It’s not.” Grimlow’s eyes flicked over me then to Ashley, Lucius and finally Martha, like he was assessing value, calculating something in that twisted little brain of his. “What you’re witnessing,” he said, his voice almost proud now, “is my masterpiece. My creation. My genius finally realized.” I let out a short laugh, shaking my head.

I move before I think too much about it, grabbing his wrists to stop him from tearing his eyes out completely. “Where are they?” The growl is directed right into a face where the eyes are already weeping blood. “Where the fuck are they?” I know I won’t get real answers from a dead shifter, but I have to try. “Drop her at the pack tonight. Leave the girl. She is ours,” Harlison croaks, still struggling against my hold on him. ‘I despise witches,’ Grimm snarls in my head. ‘We’re not getting anything useful from him when he’s hexed.’

Perfect footing for a creature that didn’t breathe. Grim appeared out of the tree line like smoke given muscle, slate-gray and massive, eyes bright with predator focus. He didn’t slow as he passed me, only angled his head slightly, confirming I was on the scent too. "This way." Then he vanished again. I followed. The wards hummed faintly at the edges of my awareness—like a wall I couldn’t see but could feel. Something had slipped through them. That detail mattered. That detail was a threat with intelligence behind it.

Whatever that thing was, but how were they connected? My visions of Grisha were painful, they were draining, and they were chilling. But my vision of the burning bird was calm, peaceful, and utterly soul-fetching. But why did it scream Grisha? Because I heard it, I heard it loud and clear and I knew it screamed Grisha! What in the hell was Grisha and what did it have to do with the burning bird? For an umpteenth time ever since I set my foot in Varagrafena, I laid awake at night, filled with nothing but questions, and more confusion!

Beads of sweat gathered on my forehead, my stomach dropping as I feared for Mum, who Grim turned to glare at, his red eyes darkening. "Yes, but I only get to call her that if you want your tongue intact." He threatened and then led me away. Immediately the door was closed and we were outside in the corridor, I stared at him. Grim was now different. His long, curly, black hair was plaited, his ears pierced with small earrings. He took his lower, red lips into his mouth as he wrapped his hand around my waist, bending his head against mine. The air around immediately turned suffocating, goosebumps covering my body as he leaned in and placed his lips on mine.