Rwby Grimm Oc Novels & Stories

Smiling rather than cowering at the giant that most men piss their pants at. Those almond eyes of Grimm’s in as much shape as coloring twitch everywhere else entirely unintimidated. More worried about whatever he seems to have forgotten, than Rourke’s glare. I seriously can’t get the image of a happy but clumsy golden retriever out of my head. Grimm’s hair is dark, but he’s got honey toned skin, expressive brown eyes, and a somewhat lanky figure. In true puppy fashion, the tech nerd is chasing his proverbial tail again when the pair of them reach the breakfast bar I’m sitting at.

I looked up at him with a questioning look. ‘I really would never have hurt Deamian’s mom. He always thought I hated her for making me leave, for trying to keep me safe because I was so ordinary and could have gotten hurt by her enemies. He was wrong though. I have only and will only lover her… even in death.” I gave him a small smirk and said, “Yeah, I know Mr Grimmwolf.” And with that he left. So Deamian had really made Ryker in his father’s likeness. A weak, ordinary wolf like his dad. I guess he did still care for his own dad.

So, it's understandable that I am this girl because he was that kind of ass. I wipe my tears as the annoyance burns through me and I stand up straight, brushing my face with a firm swipe. “He's an asshole.” “I agree.” I spin around at the sound of the male voice and the quiet words. “You startled me.” “Sorry about that, but i was here first, you know..” Grimm says with a small smile. I can barely make out the sight of him and the dark porch, which is why I overlooked him at first. “That's some miraculous healing that happened just then. Want to talk about it?”

Grimm said to himself. He got up from the rail that was connected to the side of the back road and pulled out a metal pipe from his back pocket. When he pulled it to the front of him, the pipe instantly transformed to his weapon, the scythe. He decided to go to the closest to him, which was Mila’s friends, Brenda and the guy. He descended over to the car and opened the passenger door. Before he removed the soul that was floating around her body, he took out the golden container that Lucifer had given to him before he came to this place. He opened it up and turned his attention to the soul. He touched the soul with the sharp tip of his scythe, which removed the soul from the body it was conne

Grace said as she stood up. “I can’t let you leave when you’re being targeted. Rogue is intelligent and no matter what you do, if you try alone she will kill you when she has no use for you.” I protested as Grace exhaled in frustration. “Daddy.” Grace and I froze when we both saw a toddler in a bunny onesie holding a teddy bear. Owen’s white hair was longer than I last remembered, covering his forehead as his blue eyes that were color blind stared at me. He smiled as he headed towards me while I grabbed him and lifted him up before he hugged me with his little hands.