The Society Grizz Novels & Stories

she replied and smiled charmingly, her eyes sparkling with vibrance to everyone that surrounds her. The group cheered and continued their laughters as they chattered mirthfully. While they were happy mingling around in the middle of the hallway, a middle-aged man wearing a red turtleneck shirt with golden rose embroidery, approached them. His narrow, deep set eyes looked at them and squinted as a smile curved his lips.

The gravity of my statement hung heavily in the air. “Wait, who is the secret society?” someone called out, their tone laced with confusion and curiosity. I took a steadying breath, trying to keep my voice calm and informative. “The secret society is an organization dedicated to eradicating werewolves. They operate in the shadows, orchestrating attacks and causing havoc. They have been behind numerous killings, including Lara’s.”

“It’s not safe. All it takes is one asshole to figure out how much she means to me, and she’s a target.” Grizz grunts, sittin' up. “That’s how it goes out there. Family makes ya vulnerable. Makes ya human. But it also gives ya something to fight for.” He shrugs. “Double-edged sword.” “Yeah, well, I’m tryin' to keep the blade away from 'er,” I snap, then sigh, shakin' my head. “Sorry. It’s just… seein' 'er through that glass and not bein' able to hold 'er? It fuckin' killed me.”

He growled and gripped the asshole's arm tighter. I was so stunned by the display in front of me I didn't even realize the purple girl was behind me, I yelped. "You scared me." She just tilted her head to the side like a bird, her eyes twinkling in curiosity. Then she grinned brightly, I thought I was gonna go blind. "What's your name?" She said casually, like there wasn't two big guys fighting in front of us. I frowned, "Jack." Her smiled widened, "Well, Jack. Nice to meet you. I'm Rez." She stuck her hand out.

Archie starts moving to get closer to her and she gives him a death stare, warning him to leave her alone. “I see. Grizz used to be my best friend. It seems like that Bram-guy twisted his mind and now he’s hellbent on taking everything from me.” I don’t know why I’m telling her this, but she seems to hate Grizz too. Might as well build trust around a common enemy.

I almost couldn't wait to have more pups with her. Grace pov As evening approached, bringing with it the familiar routines of dinner preparation and bedtime rituals, I found myself reflecting on the day's revelations with a mixture of concern and cautious optimism. Sophia's dual nature represented both unique potential and unique vulnerability in a world where the supernatural remained largely hidden from mainstream society, where organizations like the Prisma Institute sought to study and potentially exploit what they didn't fully understand.

Emilia Clark I sat still, fidgeting nervously as I waited for my interview with Mrs. Grey. I knew little about her, except that she was the Chairwoman of Grey Enterprises, a multi-billion dollar company previously run by her son, Damien Grey. No one had seen or heard from Damien since he was reportedly involved in an accident two years ago.

“Will you tell Izzy I’m sorry?” He let out a long sigh. “Yeah. I’ll do it.” He paused. “Hey, what’s the weather like where you’re at?” he asked. “Pretty cold. Looks like it’s going to snow later,” I answered truthfully. “So not Seattle then,” Griz said. “You up north? Cornelius’s old compound?” I laughed softly. “I always underestimate your intelligence, Griz,” I said. “Most people do,” he answered. “It works in my favor most of the time.” There was some background noise and I realized that Griz had handed his son off to someone, probably Destiny. My suspicions were confirmed when Griz came back on the line.

"So what are they, exactly? Like I understand they are magic users." "From what I understand, they used to be a secret society. What was it they called themselves?" Prince Aeryck's brow furrowed as his frown deepened. "Grin? No. Starts with a G though." "Grimm?" My stomach fluttered. I thought of the giant book that my mother had read daily. A tale a day. All fairytales with sinister plots and even harsher endings. "That's it! The Grimm Society." The Grimm Society. As in brothers Grimm. What the hell had I gotten involved in by being a Bride?

Eriva let out a small growl, her eyes glistening a light shade of gold, her fox coming to the surface. A fight between a golden dragon and a cunning 9 tailed werefox didn’t seem like a good idea right about now. We didn’t want to step into world war z just yet! We had so much on our platter to take care of! “Okay, guys. Calm down. Volkavik, that wasn’t nice, man. We need the phoenix, safe and alive. Or else we will be stuck in this reliquary for as long as your mind allows. We’ve been here for ages now, I think it’s time to get out and if we’re going to get out, we need HER. She is Grisha, remember!” Crescent stepped in putting his hands up. The fade scales on Volkavik’s skin faded and he st