Young Griff Novels & Stories

' I link Grif and see him nod, not taking his eyes off the closest wolf. We stand back to back and twirl in a slow circle, snarling and nipping at any one wolf that gets too close. A young one makes the poor decision of leaping at Griffin, only to have his throat ripped out in a half a second. 'One down, way too fucking many to go.' He says as he licks the blood from his snout while snarling. 'Micah?' I ask him nervously. 'Almost there, Hannah where are you?' He asks.

“Or, are you afraid that others would see through your true colors? Thus, you act pretentiously, but in fact, you feel guilty about it!” Yvonne Xavier said with a smile. Peyton Horan’s face instantly turned cold. Although he did not often deal with overseas forces, as a person from Dragon Cell, his mind was more in the country. However, he still knew something about the Island Nation. Griffin Young’s actions at this moment were as if he was hiding something but got exposed in the end.

*****Author's POV***** A smirk formed on Griffin's face as he watched his clumsy cousin in his arms, frozen and watching him like some fangirl. "You want to remain in my arms?" His deep voice snapped Zayn out of his dream world as he instantly stood up straight. "Uncle Griffin_" "Griffin is fine." Griffin corrected immediately and ignored them as he went to take a seat. Zayn and Zayden watched the very man who was supposed to be their uncle looking so young and so handsome.

And without Fenrir to guide Griff, he went looking for his father and landed in a new set of problems. The vision shifted to the tall hedgerows that bordered the alpha’s compound, which had once been my home. I glanced down at my body, noting that I was not only wearing a three-piece navy suit with a polyester shirt but that it was unbuttoned, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of a hairy chest. We must have skipped ahead at least a decade because Griff had been in his mid-twenties when he arrived in Logris. It was a bright spring day, and Griff walked alongside the hedge, holding a Tiffany-blue box wrapped in a white ribbon. As he rounded the corner to approach the compound’s iron gates, he cr

“Mom, I swear I didn’t do anything!” “Leah, not now,” Ruby snapped, narrowing her eyes at her black-haired, green-eyed, 9-year-old daughter. I stared down at my son and folded my arms across my chest. “What exactly happened, Griffin? I want to hear it from you.” “It wasn’t my fault, Mom…” Griffin said, shrinking in his seat a little. I noticed he had a bruise on his cheek and his blonde hair was ruffled. I inhaled sharply. “You got into a fight?” I asked him, looking at the principal who nodded his confirmation, leaning back in his seat, he waited for Griffin to tell me the story. “Griffin Bernard Evergreen. You know better than that. We raised you better than that.”

He looked over at the other men, “Hans, get her some water.” “What are you doing Felix?” asked an older man, as the younger man ran off. “Griff, we don’t torture.” He looked at the man before turning back to me. “Who are you?” “You can’t believe anything she says, she’s a manipulator. She killed her own kind,” claimed Griff. Killed my own kind? I could never… I blacked out, I’m missing a lot of time, what if I did do something? I was messing around with a lot of spells. What if… I began breathing fast again.

It doesn't take me long to turn away in disgust. Griffin doesn't smile as he approaches the bars, inches from my face. As I try to remain calm, I notice that today he looks like a phoenix - glowing with the emotion of fury or excitement - with his red hair and animated expression.

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.

The pup had blonde hair, just like Sophia, and brown eyes, similar to Brandon, Calvin, and Colton. "I didn’t get a chance to thank you personally for the help during the war, Alpha Miller." "You don’t have to because I didn’t help you, Moon Goddess," Wylder replied. "I’m here to meet Griffin." "Fin" Theodore called his name, and a moment later Griffin walked out of his room on his own, taking baby steps. He fell down in the middle and started crawling. After reaching the couch in the living room, he stood up on his tiny feet again with the help of the couch and started walking again. He went near Theodore.