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.

*****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.

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.

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

“Idiots, all of you! I only asked you three to capture an old man, yet you three ended up returning here like pandas!” One of the young men was especially aggrieved. “Griff, this wasn’t our fault! That f*cker was really good at fighting. I’m sure he’s been trained before!” “F*ck off, all of you! You’ll forever be nothing but trash no matter how many more excuses you come up with!” After sending all three of them away, Griff was overwhelmed by anger with nowhere to vent. Originally, he wanted to have Quinna’s father kidnapped to could force Quinna into bringing over the other two men with her to see him.

He almost squeezed himself in the tiniest way possible. The ruby coloured eyes were fading, exposing his hazel-green eyes still filled with tears. He got up slowly but with great difficulty. The significant weight loss was visible, he appeared lifeless with almost zero energy. [No!! It's not going to work. I can't approach Nabi in this state.] Panting briskly, he hastened in the direction of the deer. The poor animal whose speed wasn't a match to that of a vampire turned spiritless in a blood pool.

Griffin said, she was the smallest one in house but she would like to use everything bigger like proving she isn’t small. “Gif, were is your manners how can you speak like this” Lucy said with frown, Ford smiled “who is she?” Ford’s this question made Gatlin frown “she is my sister” than Gatlin turned to Griffin “this is our father” Griffin did not wait for a second and throw herself over Ford, she always wanted to see her father.

I sat in my office, legs crossed, my eyes fixed on my phone. What was I so interested in? A picture of Griffy. Well, his full name was Griffin Antonio, but I loved calling him Griffy. It was a nickname I had personally given him, in my heart, anyway. I knew it was kinda lame, but no human being could read minds, so I wasn't too worried about it. Griffy was, like, the hottest man I had ever seen.