Winx Club Griffin Novels & Stories

Connor said almost pleadingly. “I can’t not do this Connor, I just got him back,” I said feeling defeated. “He wouldn’t want you doing this,” Connor said, “the clowder needs you Griff, they need a strong Alpha to take charge and lead them.” “I don’t want this,” I said softly. “You’re Griffin Woods, son of the great Damon Woods, Alpha, guardian, Enforcer and destroyer. This clowder needs to be protected right now. We need our Alpha,” he said.

“Slept with Claire Worthington last night.” Even though this was the second time that Griff had dropped the bomb on him, Dallas went silent again. He’d known John Griffin for four years now, ever since Griff had come back from Afghanistan and had decided to transfer his not-inconsiderable skills to personal security. In that whole time, Griff hadn’t so much as toed a line, let alone crossed one. In fact, if Dallas thought about it, every single one of his staff members had crossed at least one line – including Dallas himself – but not Griff. Not until now.

His body had used everything all at once. A few minutes later, Creed again picked himself from the ground. His stamina and Chakra reserves were still drained out. His eyes were sullen from it and his stomach was growling too. Putting aside his hunger and exhaustion, Creed summoned the holographic console in front of him again. Some notifications were visible on the screen. [Congratulations!! Mr. Creed Gryffon. You have successfully broken the highest record made by contender Varun Bakshi of the Phoenix Clan.] “Who is this Varun Bakshi?” Creed pondered on the notification, “Wait!! He is from the Phoenix Clan!!”

I resumed grooming my paw, utterly unbothered. Ofelia cleared her throat, the corners of her lips still fighting a smirk. “Spitfire’s very selective about who’s allowed near her kittens.” “And people with bad energy,” Xenia added sweetly. Amaya nodded. “You’ve got awful energy, babe.” Ace whistled low under his breath. “Tough crowd.” Clay shrugged like he was just here for the entertainment. Zach held his ground, arms folding casually over his chest, broad shoulders blocking the exit like the world’s most polite bouncer. “You walked into her space, Jane. You didn’t exactly knock.”

Griff said, his gaze on his phone. “Who is this apothecary?” I asked. Griff turned to me, his eyes glinting with malice. “Luna Harris, who was one of the most beautiful she-wolves and was an angel on roller-skates.” Bile rose to the back of my throat. “An ex?” “You know me,” he said with a smirk. I swallowed hard and tried not to grind my teeth. A wolf as handsome as Griff had tons of admirers. Now, he was probably going to flirt with this Luna to make me regret having accepted Ophois’ invitation to dinner.

At the same time, everyone prepared for Christmas day in two days. The twins even had to move from the room they intended to share with Elvira in order not to lose themselves and ended up touching her when she was still ill. But in all, they still didn't stop their hunt for the mysterious person who was out to get their Luna. They also never stopped investigating Griffin. Griffin was actually seen on a daily basis, either in the courtyard sipping wine, or at the pack's gym house, exercising. He never acted like the Villian the twins suspected him to be, but Villains weren't tagged on faces, were they?

A picture of him in his military uniform, the nameplate beneath it read General Griffin, former commander of the Moonshadow Pack. Different awards on the wall. Before I could warn, the two men were sent flying toward me, but I moved quickly, dodging their heavy bodies. My remaining men looked at him in shock. They all attacked. Griffin then took a deep slow breath and let his wolf come to the surface. His wolf was higher than any of my men. He didn’t wait. He lunged, fangs and claws clipping and slashing my men. One of them tried to let his wolf recede, but Griffin’s jaws clipped his neck, and with a forceful pull and a vigorous shake, his neck was snapped.

I don't have to worry about the headmistress, the gym teacher, and everyone else that hates me. Griffin leaned against the front door, his getup is sexy in his bad boy charm. White tank top, leather jacket with the sleeves cut off, and a pair of dark blue jeans tucked into black boots. He may not have my sense of fashion, but whatever he's doing works for him. My cheeks warmed, does he know what happened between me and Dell? Nah, I'm sure he doesn't. "I'm ready." He looked up from his phone, running his gaze over my attire.

Zane shouted as he lunged toward the creature. Axel was already in motion, shifting partially into his wolf form as he dove at the griffin. His claws raked across the beast’s side, but the creature barely flinched. It snapped its beak at him, forcing Axel to jump back to avoid being torn apart. Lionel and Mia quickly joined the fray, their movements swift and coordinated. Lionel managed to strike the griffin, momentarily disorienting it. But the creature recovered too quickly, lashing out with its wings and knocking him off his feet.

I wouldn't let him see my disappointment. "As long as you felt it, that's fine. I'm not in a hurry," I kept my face impassive, though my voice remained intentionally friendly. "Are you out drinking, Mr. Griffin? I can recommend a truly excellent place. Olympus Club is very famous in Skyview City. Feel free to go and spend as much as you like-put it on my account." I already had a plan forming in my mind. After hanging up, Rachel entered the room. "Ms. Shaw, will Mr. Griffin go to Olympus Club?" she inquired.