Young Griff Novels & Stories

The real threat was Sebas. Matthias grappled with his father. Sebas thrashed, claws raking, teeth snapping inches from Matthias’ throat. Matthias held him down with overwhelming strength, knees pinning the old wolf’s spine, one arm locked around Sebas’ wolf neck while the old man roared, breaking tables, chandeliers, anything within reach. The floor shook with every impact. Then Liliana opened her eyes. She gasped at the sight of her grandfather rampaging, trembling violently. This rampage, happening on her ninth birthday instead of her tenth, with her grandfather instead of her father, was the same nightmare from her last life.

JUPITER POV Keeping tabs on Grisha was as fun as it got. I still couldn’t believe that the little naïve girl with big-ass framed reading glasses was the golden phoenix who was going to bring us salvation and save the world from the hands of Anuka. It was still a very foreign concept even though I wanted to make deal with it. From the scrolls, Grisha would be strong, domineering, unstoppable. And the little girl who was not only 18 but also man-blood was really far from what was written in the scrolls! Well, except for her insanely dominating aura even though she was just meek, and pretty much killable!

Griffin had hated Nicholas for that, hated him for taking away the one person he had ever truly loved. But as he looked at Jace, he couldn't hate the boy. He was innocent, a pawn in the game of life. Griffin's heart went out to him, and he knew he would do whatever it took to protect him. Flashback: Griffin's eyes scanned the kindergarten classroom, his gaze settling on a small boy with bright blue eyes and brown hair. His heart skipped a beat, taking in the boy's features. It was like looking at a miniature version of Sarah. "Hi there, little guy," Griffin said, crouching down beside the boy. "What's your name?"

It was given to me as Griffles' eldest son shortly after I finished with the training at the young age of twelve. At the time, I was still a child. I should be relishing the early adolescent years. However, that was against the rules in our company. I successfully completed seven training phases where my life could have been substituted. I wouldn't be where I am now if I hadn't successfully completed the training. The second-born son of Griffles will inherit it.

Instead, he asked something else, “In that case, will Griffin enter the secret place?” Elder Godfrey focused his gaze on Fane. “He’ll be there, yes. Although I don’t know much about the disciples in our pavilion, I have some impressions about Griffin as he’s a competitive person who bullies the weak. He’d surely fight for such a great opportunity.”

"Years ago, I found out someone's secret. __ Eighteen-year-old Griffin stepped into a room, his eyes scanning the whole place in search of something. A file settled on the couch caught his attention. Taking it, he stared at it for a while. "Maybe this asshole is going to have Diego's secret." His eyes flickered with excitement as he drew out the file. His smile dropped, seeing the content. "Sickle cell anemia?" he mused, but then the door opened, revealing young Jameson.

Griffin asked, his eyes showing genuine concern. Griffin, my good old childhood friend, had been hiding his true identity and sneaked into Aaron's mansion to look out for me. He had been there for me when my grandma passed away, providing comfort during a tough time. And now, he was offering to be my guardian. Maybe it was okay to accept his offer. So... "Alright, Griffin. I'm on board," I said, my voice filled with gratitude and a little bit of nervousness. Griffin's face lit up with a wide grin, clearly happy. "Awesome," he exclaimed, letting go of my shoulders. "Now it's time for you to take charge."