Rias Grimory Novels & Stories

He was pushed back with the very same force of his strength, and it flung him halfway down the hallway. Zayn had to change to his wolf form to break his fall. A humongous four legged creature, with pitch black fur and red eyes taking over his form. This was Zayn’s wolf whom he named Grim. The creature looked like death itself, there was no need for a warning sign to know to stay away from him. Grim walked slowly on all fours to observe the door. There was something strange about it, it was as though there were an invisible energy emitting from it, and although Zayn couldn’t see it, he could feel it.

the woman explained. I pondered her words and began to grasp the concept. It seemed akin to accidentally disrespecting a sacred place by spitting on it, then spitting again to negate the first act. "Wait," I said, chuckling as I began to see where this conversation was going. "Are you suggesting..." "Exactly, Luna. The original Rein krnasi used the Grimoire as the basis for their intimate ritual, and you must do the same," the woman said, leaving me momentarily speechless.

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.

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.

“Her practice of Eastern medicine complements global health progress. She has our full endorsement and protection.” Even the underworld acknowledged her. Grimm, the enigmatic figure whose influence spanned continents, issued a rare public statement of allegiance. “Arla-Rosa Hernandez is untouchable. Any harm against her is against me. Consider this a warning.” Few knew Grimm’s true identity...Cedric Fleming, but the message resonated like thunder.

What the hell was all this? “Moonpetal herb, gathered at the peak of its bloom. Water from the Reversed Falls, where the current defies gravity. And a feather from a night raven, taken willingly.” She turned back to me. “These three things will let me break your curse safely. Once that’s done, you’ll be able to enter the place where she’s held.” “And where is that?” Ryker’s voice was strained. He was still fighting against whatever held him, veins standing out on his neck.

I almost pulled it off for her, but in a twist no one saw coming, I ended up marrying her son. That was why Sabrina could not stand me, and by extension, my little girl, Ruby. I used to bite my tongue for Alfred's sake, no matter how much Sabrina tried to rattle me. However, when she saw what was on my phone, she went pale as a ghost. She was so shaken, she could not even get her words out straight. I kept my composure and said, "Mrs. Hawkins, how about we make a deal?" ... That night, a car was smashed by a big rig on the way home, tumbled off the overpass, and burst into flames.

I asked her, still unsure. "Mr. Grimaldi, Miss." My brows furrowed. Who could it be? There are so many men in the Grimaldi family. "Which Grimaldi?" I asked Inez. "Pierce Grimaldi, Miss." I almost bit my tongue because I was biting it so hard. The name Pierce terrified me so much that I accidentally bit it harshly. Shit! "Why?" I started to feel a wave of anxiety. What is Pierce doing here? Why is he here? I wouldn’t be surprised if Damiano showed up to talk to me, but Pierce?

“Your highness, you may not notice, but we were never truly rogues. At least not all of us and not from the beginning.” I squinted my eyes in confusion. “What do you mean?” Damien asks from behind me. He exhales. “We were part of a small clan known as the… the Ravenspire clan.” My heart drops. He continued. “And our leaders carried the lunaris bloodline.” My chest tightens. Damien takes another step closer. “What? The lunaris bloodline?” Reva stares at him for a moment before nodding. “Yes.” “How…where are they? I thought they had gone extinct?” Damien follows again.

The bright rays of the sun illuminated their faces and it was the first time I noticed a starking resemblance. They both had the same dark brown hair just brushing their shoulders and bright green eyes. The dark black rim around the emerald color looked deadly, and I couldn't tell if it was from being a vampire or their intent to kill me. “Dimitri, do you see this? Looks like wolfy here has gotten himself a toy,” Gavin sneered, amusement sparkling in his eyes. Nathan's grasp tightened on my arm while staring down the vampire. He turned his head slightly, addressing me. “Elana, go get Stephan.”