Scooby-doo Mystery Inc Grim Judgement Novels & Stories

All instinct. "Don't see anyone," Grim sent, his voice growled words into shapes, "But... something has been here..." My spine went cold. "What did you smell?" I sent back, my eyes glued to the screen as I watched him prowl out of frame. A pause. Then his answer came blunt and certain. "Decay. Death." My jaw clenched. My hands curled into fists at my side. I looked to Savannah. I didn't want to alarm her, but I also didn't want to lie.

The crowd completely lost control, furious and shouting. Mom raised her voice and accused, "Grim Reaper, you saw it yourself! She exchanged signals with them! That's a conspiracy! The evidence is solid! We refuse to accept this judgment!" Dad also shouted, "Joy! Say it yourself! Were you trying to hurt Grace and Tommy? Did you want them to be taken away? You heartless monster! We never should have had you!" "Silence!" the Grim Reaper said sternly. His commanding gaze swept over my parents before finally settling on me. "The judgment continues."

"Fierro, why is your face doesn’t have a mark?" He raised his eyebrow. "Huh?" “N-nevermind . . .” I lowered my gaze. I was just hallucinating. “Are you still dreaming, Maximaze? Wake yourself up first” He sighed, approached me, and laid the tray on my bed. I gazed beside me. There was sunlight. "Maybe . . .” I sighed. “Maybe I was just dreaming—no, those were memories,” I whispered. More than a decade ago, I became the Death Judge. I, Maximaze Lativitus Park, was the youngest Death Judge in history. Having this title helped me learn more about the world. As I gathered more experiences, more nightmares started to haunt me.

Nothing rested upon its surface except for a clear outline, as if something should have been embedded there but had vanished, leaving only an empty groove. The Netherworld Judge stopped before the mirror, his steps halting as a complex expression appeared on his face. He sighed softly. "Ms. Cromwell, look here." The Netherworld Judge raised his hand, pointing to the empty groove, his voice low and hoarse: "What was originally embedded here was not the Book of Reincarnation, but the Reincarnation Mirror."

"She's been dead for five years! Meanwhile, the bastard who defiled purebloods has been living free for five years!" The guards dragged me toward the cave entrance. My bare feet scraped against the rough stone, leaving bloody trails. "Today I'll use the Soul Vision Device," Damien continued, his voice rising with each word. "I'll see exactly who you've been protecting all these years!" The moon was full and bright overhead. Its silver light illuminated the packed village square below. Every werewolf in Grell had gathered for this moment. They formed a perfect circle around the ancient judgment platform. Their eyes gleamed with bloodlust and anticipation.

I let his words sink in, my heart slowly sliding into my stomach as my thoughts run wildly to keep up with my brain going into a state of emergency. Suddenly, it hits me like a blow, and I see him studying me, only waiting for me to elaborate on the suspicion he is already having. “They found something,” I breathe out, my chest squeezing as he nods. “They found something while testing Emma.” *** ‘We could get her out of here,’ Grim growls as I run back up the stairs to reach my quarters. He must be triggered by my discomfort, his primary instinct kicking in. ‘Let them take care of the Judge while we take care of mate.’

A snapping sound echoed down the tunnel, sharp as a giant guitar string breaking. Air in front of them folded like paper. A figure stepped through. Not a boy this time, but something tall and thin, faceless—its head just a polished silver mirror, its cloak made of shifting shadows. The Judge. Julian jumped in front of Maya, gripping his iron pipe. “Stay back! I mean it!” The Judge stood still. No face, not even a mouth, but its voice rolled through the tunnel, vibrating in their bones. “Doctor of the Dirt,” the Judge said, “you’ve committed a great theft. You took the magic of the First Garden and gave it to insects.”

Banks shrugged, saying, "Sir Michael, enough playing. Finish him quickly, our holy knights and holy warriors are probably getting impatient." Michael grinned menacingly, once again raising the Sword of Judgment. A golden sunburst radiated instantly, and the palace in the sky began to hum. "Wait, I have a gift for you!" Wilbur shouted. The three judges stared coldly at Wilbur. Moses hesitated and asked, "What gift?" At this moment, Wilbur grinned mischievously, producing an exquisite scroll in his hand and swiftly tearing it open. A blue light emanated from the scroll, enveloping Wilbur, and the phantom of a succubus appeared, opening its mouth wide.

It wasn’t particularly cold. “Oh come on,” I said. “It’ll be fine. If it’s one of those girl ghosts with the long black hair we’ll easily beat the shit out of her.” I followed Jespert through the gravestones, sword in hand just in case. Sadly, Sadako never appeared. In the middle of the cemetery there was a stone building. A crypt. The doorway was a gaping black hole. Jespert disappeared into it. I paused in the doorway and looked back at the Scooby gang jostling to let someone else go first.

I growled. It smiled wider. "What you've always feared becoming." The shadows around its body shifted. Images flickered within them. Molly. Seventeen years old. Laughing. Walking beside me. Then... The image shattered. Replaced by judgment. Whispers. Disgust. Condemnation. The creature spoke quietly. "You're an adult." Another strike. "You know she's still underage." Another. "You know it isn't right." I gritted my teeth. "I know."