Mandy Grim Tales Novels & Stories

he called me using his perverted tone. He raised his hand and was about to touch my face but Grip suddenly appeared behind me and swiftly caught his hand. “How dare you try to touch my girl.” Grip twisted Engr. Murray’s hand inward with a snap. The latter groaned after the joint on his wrist broke. I let his collar go. I grabbed the blanket and covered it on Mandy. She was shivering and drenched herself with her tears. “What the?” George was shocked. “What happened here?!” Amanda showed up on the door behind George. “OMG, Mandy!” She hurried in our direction. She covered her mouth upon seeing Mandy’s poor state.

A sinister smile played upon Mandy's lips, a cruel glimmer in her eyes. "Well, well, Samantha," Mandy taunted, circling her. "It seems fate has brought us together after all. How does it feel to know that the man you thought was your mate has chosen me instead? I must say, he made the right choice”, She chuckled. Samantha's jaw clenched, fury and pain intertwining within her. "What do you want, Mandy? Why would you kidnap me?" Mandy's smile widened, her voice dripping with venom. "Oh, my dear, I've come to deliver a message. A message from Cain himself. He wants you to know that you're nothing to him, just a discarded toy he no longer has any use for."

"Okay, I had to take my breath there. So, the peoples' cries alerted Generosasis, with nothing left in her heart but hatred and the cloud above her eyes sprouted by betrayal— she couldn't decipher anything but follow her instincts. She roared in anger, and a ball of fire rolled out of her enormous mouth, hitting the houses across the library. That night, some generations perished, and hundreds of people died, Dordin being one of them. Generosasis murdered the man she claimed to love, she murdered her sister and a dozen families. Now, Deborah, that is the tale of Dordin, what do you think about it?" I cleared my throat, "I think it's the most fascinating story, I also think Dordin's story sho

With that said, she clenched her teeth, stared at Elaine, and said angrily, “Elaine, do you know that I asked for your help to teach Mandy from our cell a lesson because I thought that you could protect me? But what about now? You’ve lost your backers, and there are a lot of people who are waiting to teach you a lesson. Have you thought about what will happen to us after Mandy comes back from the infirmary?!” “Mandy has already been imprisoned in Bedford Hills Correctional Facility for two to three years, and she has a good relationship with many inmates. Those people didn’t dare to help her deal with me before this because they were all afraid of the people by your side. Now that your backe

Every tree, every rock, every gust of wind seemed to whisper of dangers lurking just beyond the horizon. Lia’s wrist-mark had been flaring with more intensity over the past few days, the power within her growing stronger, and yet more volatile. The strange "Mirror Soul" ability—this gift, or curse—was becoming harder to control. Every time she replicated magic, it drained her energy, leaving her weak and vulnerable. But she couldn’t stop. The Heart of the Greykin was still out there, and it was the only hope for her people. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

“Anything you want, Mandy… anything at all. Name it, and I’ll make it happen.” She blinked at him, hope shining in her eyes. “Really?” “Yes,” he said, voice firm, unwavering. Mandy took a deep breath, steadying herself. “There is… one thing I want above all else. One thing I want more than anything.” Greg’s brow furrowed. “And what is that?” She held his gaze, steady and fierce. “Williams Storm.” At the name, Greg froze. For a moment, the grandeur of the mansion, the piles of wealth, the very air around him, all seemed to shrink. “Williams Storm?” he repeated slowly, his voice tight. “Why does that name… sound familiar?”

Xyla hissed but fought back the pain when blood came out and dyed her collar red. “Hurts, doesn’t it?” Mandy leaned down and looked at her, smiling eerily. “Too bad this isn’t enough. I’m going to give you a day you’ll remember for the rest of your life.” She raised her hand, and four men entered. Xyla’s expression froze, and she was pale as a paper. Mandy grabbed her by her arm, pushed her toward the men, and looked down at her. “Yorrick doesn’t like it when other men touch his toy. If I destroy you, Yorrick will give up.”

“What the fuck did you say to those soldiers?” “Nothing,” said Mandy without looking at me. “I didn’t say anything that would make them attack me.” “Yes,” I said, “but what did you say?” Mandy thought about it. “I told them I was an adventurer on the way to Dargot, and that I’d been captured by trolls, but managed to escape by winning a singing competition.” She sneaked a guilty glance at Flossie. “I only said it was me that won because you didn’t want me mentioning the rest of you.”

“Sorry, but I'm having trouble believing a talking skull has good intentions.” The air became cold as ice. He turned on his heels, cloak whirling furiously. “Talking skull? Oh, that,” he chuckled, drawing his hood back slightly and bringing his face into the light. The grinning skull shook with laughter. “Do I scare you, Callie Parker? Because underneath that pretty flesh, you're just like me.” He drew closer. “Do you know what the word grimnir means, Callie?” he asked, drawing his fingers across his stony brow. “Like grim? Yeah. Creepy. Like you.”

She tried to flee, but a hand held her down. “Stop,” she screamed in pain. “I’m trying to remove the vampire venom. You need to calm down,” Mandy said firmly. “You will have to learn to bear pains,” Ember observed. Clarissa looked at the other woman and frowned. She didn’t ask for this, so why should she be the only one in this situation to experience this pain? Suddenly, there was a slam. Clarissa turned to see Mandy knocked out cold by the wardrobe. She turned back to Ember, and the two women stared at each other in shock. Clarissa had not planned to do that.