The One Who Shall Grip Novels & Stories

“Again tomorrow. Better impress me” Another fleeting glance towards Alaric, and my heart skips. His presence lingers where he held my wrist. I feel a pulsating heat there. Around us, a force that threads through the room, binds us in silent competition and observation. I am sure I am not the only one feeling the crushing weight of defeat. I am aware of the thrill, of the possibility, of the dangerous allure beneath his calm exterior. But I’ll be dawned if I accept that Alaric got under my control.

I pull harder at my left wrist and push with my right hand. But his grip is to strong. His presence to overpowering. I'm trapped. I stiffen as he leans closer, eyes glazed—too unfocused to be calm, too focused to be sane. He draws in a slow breath near my neck. Not hurried. Not accidental. Intentional. The sound of it sends a sharp ripple through me. I stop moving. Not because I want to. Because something in me holds me in place. His grip on my wrist tightens slightly—as if reacting to the way my body goes still.

I'm frozen in my spot, my arm's stiff in his harsh grip. His fingers on my skin is more than I can handle, the sickening warmth makes my stomach twist and I try to pull my hand from his grasp. He flashes his eyes on me and I can see the beast behind those icy orbs. ''Stop''. One single word and I still. I'm powerless. Scared. One two three. I will vomit right here on his bed if he won't let go. One two three, I count eagerly.

Liam reaches out and grabs my wrist, his grip firm and possessive, his voice low and cutting through the noise. “I got you.”

I felt a wave of fear wash over me as I realized there was no escaping his possessive grip. His hand was tightly gripping my arm, preventing me from moving. “Hailey,” he said, his voice low and threatening. “You can’t run from me; you belong to me.” My heart raced with fear as I realized the depth of his possessiveness and control over me. “And whoever tried to take you away from me will pay the price,” he added, his grip tightening even more. I knew then that I was trapped in a dangerous situation with no way out.

He seemed taken aback by my feistiness, his expression a mixture of shock and curiosity. I tried to pull away, but Gabriel's grip on my arm only tightened, his fingers digging deep into my skin. "You don't leave until I'm done," he growled, his voice low and menacing. His eyes flashed, transforming into the piercing yellow of his wolf's, and I could feel his grip constricting, like a vice around my tiny arm. I struggled to break free from Gabriel's grasp, but his grip only tightened, causing me to wince in pain as my arm was squeezed even harder. Just as I thought I couldn't take it anymore, a deep, commanding voice cut through the tension.

*Grip* Instead of a spine crushing death, I felt a strong hand grip unto my left hand, suspending my entire body in the air. I trained my distorted brown eyes away from the darkness underneath me, all the way to the source of this help. My gaze landed on an unforgiving pair of deep blue eyes, gazing intently at my body. "Let go..." I whispered underneath my breath, not meaning a single word I said. Suddenly, he pulled on my arm, and effortlessly drew my entire body out of the well in one swift move. And before I could blink my eyes open, I had landed against his broad shoulders, sending us both crashing to the grass.

Her body trembled in his grip, feeling the intensity of his anger coursing through his veins. Alarick's grip tightened even further, his fingers digging into her skin as his blood boiled with fury. He held her firmly, his anger evident in his tightened muscles and clenched jaw. His thoughts swirled in a tempest of emotions, a mix of possessiveness, betrayal, and an overwhelming need to protect what he considered his.

He gripped tightly, not enough to hurt but enough to remind me who held the power. "None," he growled, his fingers plunging deeper into me, striking a spot that made me shudder and gasp for air. "You hear me? None but me." His eyes locked onto mine, stripping me bare as he pushed further inside, curling his fingers with a precision that made me cry out again. "Am," he hissed, his voice rough and possessive. "I," his thumb pressed firmly against my clit before he rubbed it vigoriously, the pressure unbearable, "clear?"

Vicegrip said out of breath as he released a purple aurora that repelled Ethos ‘hold on them, making Ethos stagger back with furious. "Whoopee, finally. We are able to get a shot at the old fool." Energygrid fist bumped the air with her good arm where she was. "Really? We? You're there sprawled on the floor darling. It was all me." Vicegrip boasted receiving snickers from everyone. "At least you can still joke Baldy. I thought you would pass out from the blow you received earlier" Energygrid rolled her eyes as she tried to get up from her position. It wasn't fun for her to just watch the fight.