Rias Grimory Novels & Stories

“Who presents this newest member to the pack?” Richard asked as he stood on the dais. The pack members were all seated at the tables and I stood next to Kiran. “I, Kiran Sinclair, Alpha of the Southern Alaskan Pack,” he answered. “Present your member to the pack,” Richard said to him. “I present Levi Montgomery Sinclair, son of Georgina Sinclair, taken at the age of two and raised human and unaware, born of the Southern Alaskan pack under Female Alpha Georgina Sinclair,” Kiran said.

“Let’s get one thing straight—I know damn well the only reason some of you even tolerate me is because you want me to finish what you couldn’t: destroy the Royal City. You want a war. You want blood. But I’m telling you now, that’s not the war knocking at our door.” A low murmur rolled through the chamber like thunder on the horizon. Alpha Oscar of Hillspark narrowed his gaze. “Then what kind of enemy are we talking about?” I drew in a breath and let it out slowly, feeling the gravity of what I was about to say. “They call themselves Grimhowl. I don’t know what the fuck that means—but they’re no ordinary wolves.” I paused, watching confusion crawl across their faces. “They… lacked souls.” “L

“Juno and Cassie don’t need guards. They need ghosts. Shadows no one sees. I want two men on them day and night, invisible. If anyone breathes too close, I’ll carve their lungs out myself.” The table stayed silent. The air felt heavier, darker. Grimm rose, the chair scraping against the floor. “I built this ring from nothing. I bled for it. Fought until they named me Grim Reaper.” His grin was sharp, dangerous. “But this? This is personal. Whoever thinks they can touch Rhett’s world is going to learn fast the difference between the boy on the ice… and the man in the dark.” He glanced at Milan, eyes cold and final. “Find them. Bring me a name. And when you do… I’ll show the bastard exactly wh

“When your name is called, come to the stage. A single drop of blood is all it takes.” Oh good. Just blood magic in front of a thousand people. Casual. One by one, students stepped forward, pricked a finger, dropped their blood in the cauldron, and watched as the smoke rose, each color matching a house. Red for DracoVanth. Violet for NoctiShade. Green for Venmire. Silver-gray for Vargheim. Then....“Lila Gerrick.” “Eeeeeeeek!” Lila squealed, bouncing to her feet. “Wish me luck!”

Leo moved closer, his warm presence steadying me as I unfolded the parchment and began to read aloud: *My dearest Victoria,* *If you're reading this, then my worst fears have come to pass, and Marcus Grimwood has succeeded in separating us. But take heart, my darling girl, for while he may have captured my body, he has never possessed my spirit or my power.* *For years, I have allowed him to believe he controls me completely. All the while, I've been gathering my strength, biding my time, and preparing for your awakening. The blood that flows through your veins is more powerful than you can imagine—wolf and fairy together create magic that hasn't been seen in our world for centuries.*

His eyes weren't blue like Roman's; they were a dark, molten amber that seemed to track the very rhythm of my failing heart. "You're late, Elara," Silas said, his voice a low vibration that didn't spark the "Voice" in my head. He wasn't part of my pack. To him, I was psychically silent. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever experienced. "I had to wait for the house to go quiet," I rasped, clutching the folder of bridge schematics to my chest. "The Crescent Pack doesn't like it when their 'property' wanders." Silas stepped closer, into the sliver of moonlight. He didn't growl. He didn't loom. He just watched the way my chest laboured for air. "You're dying."

"You won't last a day in the Wood of a Thousand Deaths without an amulet or some sort of enchantment. But without my wand, I can't conjure it out of thin air anymore, so we have to find my grimoire first." "Your grimoire?" "Are you hard on hearing?" Vasilisa said with an arch of her perfect eyebrow. "If I'm not mistaken, the grimoire is kept in the Hall of Sirins." "Please, don't tell me it's a great big book on a stand with funny handwriting in it and black leather cover," Cassandra said sarcastically, but Vasilisa seemed taken aback by her knowledge. "How do you know that?" she said. "Oh yes, I forgot. You're a seer."

“Doc.” “Alpha, sorry was finishing up with the blood you brought in early.” She said examining the girl. “This is Queen Jade I’m assuming?” “Yes.” “She’s beautiful.” She said. “What happened.” “Attacked by two rogues,” Darius said. “Both bit down on her shoulders.” “She’s not a wolf or werewolf.” She said touching her. “Hybrid?” she said glancing at Darius. “Spell-Blade, vampire,” Gage spoke. “Mostly Spell-Blade though, she doesn’t drink blood.”

Closing my eyes, I remember exactly how he looked, as if the image of him has been imprinted in my mind. "I don't know," I mutter honestly. "He had silver eyes, like I've never seen before." Adrian paused. His expression suggests I just told him the most shocking news he's struggling to grasp. "That's Grayson, Lexia," Adrian insists, making my heart sink in my chest. "Grayson, as in the Alpha of Freedom?" I question. That man is the last possibly Alpha I want to have here right now. I would have preferred Noah, Alpha of Harmony to be at this meeting, despite the way it went.

I said lazily and get up from my bed, I looked at my brother's face, grinning happily. "Why are you grinning at this hour?" I asked, glancing at my alarm. It was 9:00 am. "Our butler told me that you are going to meet a woman, that's special." He squealed. That's right, I'm meeting the woman that I met yesterday. I only knew her name and her academy rank, so I told my butler to look into it deeply and I received some information that showed the woman who I was looking for. Hemilia Gran is 19, she came from a small village outside my kingdom. Her parents are commoners and they sent her here to fulfil her dream of becoming a magic physician since she inherited powers from her grandfather. She