Myth Griffin Novels & Stories

One of them said and the others cried along, they are four in number and there was no assurance that one of them is going to leave there freely. The boss turned a guard and dropped the weed in his hands. "Execute." He ordered and they shot them immediately, he walked past them and walked out of the warehouse. Logan Griffo is a popular young man who is well known over the country for his multiple companies, products, cars, and estates. Logan is a twenty-five years old handsome man who lives a very secretive life. As famous as he is no one knows about his private life, all they know is that his name is Logan Griffo and he is one of the richest men in New York and some countries.

The man stood still, not even turning around, and said, "Your name is Griffin Soare, and you work for Atlas Giordano in the Northern District. You're ruthless and have killed many innocent people. Am I right?" Griffin did not deny it. He scoffed and replied, "Since I started practicing martial arts, I've killed and maimed so many people, I've lost count. Good, bad, young, old—it's all the same. And you—you sound like you're here to avenge those dead souls. It's a noble thought, but let's see if you can back it up."

Elodie tried to imagine Williams during those years—heartbroken over their separation, building walls around himself to prevent future pain, creating the cold, controlled man she had first met when she returned to his life. "How did Griff find him again?" Grace's expression grew grave. "About two years ago, Griff was diagnosed with a serious heart condition. Cardiomyopathy—his heart is enlarged and failing. He's on the transplant list, but..." She shrugged helplessly. "You never know when a donor will become available, or if Griff will live long enough for that to happen." "He's dying?" Elodie asked in shock. Grace wiped her tears as she nodded. "He could have months, or years, or weeks. The

Griffin, the Mayan Saint Temple's temple master, appeared in golden battle armor, his pale face betraying his age. A man wielding the Mayan Saint Spear stood behind him. Griffin, representing Umbracia, was the strongest among the arriving forces. "Temple Master Kane, for my sake, let Ricky go," announced Griffin from a makeshift high platform, looking down at Alexander. His commanding posture and tone were irksome to Alexander, who was tempted to confront him.

“I assure you, she is very real...and that's the hell of it.” “Yeah. I figure maybe…maybe the full moon…” I throw my hands in the air. “I don’t know what I saw, Beta.” “You should call me Griffin. You’ll outrank me soon.” He sighs like an old man carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. “She’s my mate.” “I…yeah, you did kind of look in love.” He chuckles humourlessly in response. “The thing is, Kaiya, she died more than eighty years ago.”

She stuck her tongue out. "The Griffin only appears in one bloodline." The King spoke up. "And there is only ever one who can shift into the Griffin. The rest of his bloodline are either Lion or Eagle shifters. He is a Lord living in London. He has magical powers, which he uses to aid MI5." "Why are none of these on the supernatural council?" I asked. "The Griffin is and he only...."

He laughed hysterically as he found relief that he didn't need to think that much about it now. Luna was gawking at the creature who let loose of a loud guffaw in front of her. It sounded so terrifying. Even with the chilly air and raindrops touching her skin, beads of sweat still managed to form on her arms as panic started to rise in her chest again. "Stand up now Luna." ❇❇❇ Schnek was approaching the laughing Fragado while carrying his capsule. He saw a being on the ground. "A normal?"

At that moment, the Divine warrior on the right rushed over with the purple blade as well. Being attacked from the right and the left, Griffin's face suddenly paled. Many disciples fell for that attack. Unable to instantly kill one of the Divine warriors, the other one would quickly follow up with an attack. Being attacked from both sides meant that it was incredibly easy to get injured! However, Griffin was still a chosen disciple after all. He had his own skills, so he shouted, "Misty Steps!" He avoided the attack from the Divine warrior on the right as if he was a catfish, and did not hesitate to attack the warrior on the left.

Adrian said as he patted the man’s face. Griffin was one of Daniel's subordinates and was extremely good at anti-recon tasks. He was one of the MVPs during the Battle of Azure Creek, securing the victory for Wyvern Peak. When Adrian saw that Griffin was not responding, he ripped Griffin’s battle suit open, only to find a wound to his chest. The bullet had gone through his artery and the wound was bleeding profusely. Adrian pressed on Griffin's injury and yelled, "Take down those snipers, Mya! The rest of you, provide cover for Lena and the medics to get over here! Griffin needs help!"

"Okay we need to get down to business, what would the story be, why did you have to come and live with us? "Wait, why do I have to have a story?" "Fletcher knows that I'm a Mythical, but he can’t know that you or Gia are one too." "Wait, you said Gia is your Cousin, why does she have a story?" I ask, something about this Gia girl rubs me the wrong way.