Rias Grimory Novels & Stories

my chest, I had never seen him before. He was tall and muscular but not nearly as large as his father or grandfather; the panic couldn’t be from his physical image. The healed wounds on my chest suddenly felt fresh once again as I looked at Luccus, his jet-black hair had the most unique streak of white, just like a wolf from my nightmares. His eyes met mine and my entire body froze, his eyes were dark not in color but in light; they were emotionless and dangerous. I knew these eyes; these eyes kept me awake night after night for many years. “Fuck he’s coming. I’m sorry if we had known we wouldn’t have let you come tonight, we would already be back at our pack.” Clarissa urgent whispers seem

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

The room fell silent as the girl glared at me. Rachel interrupted the awkward silence by suggesting a walk outside for some fresh air. I agreed and off we went. The rain has stopped and the sun had finally made an appearance. Birds were singing away in the trees and children were playing happily around us. I listened as Rachel explained the girl who was called Gina, had been an orphan from a pack that had been destroyed in a bad attack years ago. The old Alpha of this pack had allowed her to join this pack. She was only four years old and the only survivor.

" I cried , Struggling to swim . Amelia shifted back into her normal form , and came close to where I was struggling for my life . She stood over me triumphantly , with a wide grin on her face . Surprisingly , she didn't get swept away by the blizzard . Standing beside her was the silver haired wolf from the party . Simon's alleged mate; Morgana.

Ragnar opens the first folder and looks at his friend with furrowed brows. "Moreira already gave me the results of the tests he did on Katrina Grimlore's blood yesterday afternoon, and I want you to see them first," Ramiro says, pointing to one of the papers. Despite Ragnar's attempts to understand the signs, he is unable to do so. "She's a hybrid breed, brother," says Ramiro, trying to add an air of mystery to the moment. Ragnar smiles and shakes his head. "Tell me something I don't know, Ramiro. I found that out the first time I saw her."

Alpha Torin must be furious about this situation. Unfortunately, there was nothing Greisy could do about it. She'd never imagined that the Frostholm Pack would recover, especially since Bernathra's magic was no ordinary magic. It wasn't easy to neutralise a body infected by Bernathra's magic, so it had never occurred to her that they could heal so quickly and all because of Vione. Greisy tried to calm herself. Just hearing Vione's name made her chest tighten. She killed Madam Mireya, and now she's ruining all the plans we've been working on for so long. That wretched woman!

Darkness swept in like a storm. I stood at the edge of a battlefield—charred earth beneath my feet, thick smoke curling into a sky cracked with thunder. Bodies littered the ground. Wolves. Lycans. Humans. Their eyes stared blankly at the heavens. In the center, rising from a mountain of ash, stood Griffin. A crown of burning gold hovered above his head, and in his hand… the orb. Only it wasn’t glowing with the soft, sacred light I had come to know. It was bleeding.

“They fought like they had something to prove. Not mindless beasts looking for a fight—soldiers with a mission. Faster, stronger… coordinated. Like a pack.” Alexander’s golden eyes flickered. “Did you see him?” Liam snorted, kicking at the dirt. “If by ‘the ominous him,’ you mean GrimMaw, then no. If you meant some other mysterious him, I’m gonna need details. Maybe a sketch? A last known address?” Alexander sighed. “GrimMaw, Liam.” “Right, right. No, I didn’t see him.” Liam rubbed his neck. “Which honestly makes me more nervous. It’s like knowing there’s a spider in your room but not being able to find it. I hated that guy—always an ass when we were kids.”

Asher's eyes brows were thicker and his features were kind of similar but completely different from those of the man who stood before her. “Let's go, Annatoria. " The man repeated again. “Who're you?" Annatoria yelled, pulling her wrist out of his hand. Her voice became raw and venomous as she carefully study his face. He looked nothing like Asher. “I perceive witchcraft" Annatoria said firmly. "More like a vampire's aura?” The man mischievously grinned as he transformed in Annatoria's presence. For a moment, Annatoria stepped back. "I am Gremory, the oldest vampire alive” He said, his voice sounding like a whisper.

The dark forest bent to my will, roots twitching beneath the soil like my own tendons. “They failed me. My own daughter managed to turn her back on me. She is soft, gentle.” I whispered to the shadows. “And now… I will make more. I'm going to need true allies. It seems to me that having a child as an ally is not going to work, and I was going to need to make do with what I had, with what I could afford to find, as if this is not going to be my child.” The circle of my newest creations lay in a half-moon around me. Unconscious wolves, some from broken rogue lines, others stolen from Giovanni’s ranks, each one hand-selected for their pain. Their grief. Their desperation. The easiest to twist.