Grendel Stories

Remnant, a fascinating world, filled with adventure yet risk. Home to Humanity and the Faunus, two races that struggle living together. But a much greater concern than cooperation, is the Grimm. A unique species with only one goal in mind: to kill all sentient life. They are a horrid race, filled with malice, and attracted to negative emotions. No one knows how they came into existence. The only thing both humans and the faunus know, is that they are evil incarnate, and must be destroyed. Amongst this conflict between humans and monsters there stands you. You are a hybrid, part Grimm and part Human. Hated by both. For as long as you lived you have had to survive against the efforts of man and monster trying to kill you. Despite their constant hatred and slander they do not determine your actions, you do. Will you succumb to the evil within and embrace your wicked nature? Or rise above it and prove you can be something else?

The rain fell in relentless sheets over Chichester's cobbled streets, turning the quaint West Sussex town into a glistening maze of reflections. It was the kind of night where sensible people stayed indoors with a cuppa, but sensibility had never been the Protagonist's strong suit. Not when Grendel was involved. The Council of the Unseen's latest scheme had dragged them out into the storm, clutching a USB drive that supposedly held the key to an AI capable of rewriting reality-or at least crashing every traffic camera in the county. The details were fuzzy, as usual.

Mini Poems: poems that don't take up more than a wattpad page. This is a book of mini poems, with topics that include: -tortured love -one-shot imaginations -a description of the little things in everyday life -confessions of what bothers my mind. Most-to-all of these are in freestyle and do not rhyme, because I feel like I skew the meaning of the poem if I try to rhyme...it's not a natural quality to my poems, so I'd just rather not attempt that. There's an eventual journey into much of my mind if you read far enough. Thread with careful step, reader, because you'll end up looking into my soul. With much love to my torturer, who doesn't even know, this one's for you and me <3 Oh and yes, this book is finished, because it is filled with exactly 100 poems! Exciting, right?

The last thing Grendel Jinx remembered was a frying pan swinging toward her face in a Chichester warehouse, courtesy of some goon from a rival secret organization. Then, a flash of green light, a sensation like being sucked through a straw, and now-this. She blinked against the sterile white ceiling of what looked like a hospital room, the faint hum of fluorescent lights buzzing in her ears. Her head throbbed, but her limbs were intact, and her trademark leather jacket was neatly folded on a chair nearby. Not bad for a girl who'd just been yeeted across dimensions. AI generated but some characters are based on the Welcome To... Chichester series of visual novels

My cast of Peregrine Academy characters.

satire btw (please dont kill me) (in the beginning kaneki is pre-aogiri kaneki and grendel is chapt. 2 grendel)

My side of Grendel in Beawulf and why he did what he did.

Beowulf, a great hero among the Geats and the Danes. Grendel, the horrible creature spawned from a great demon that terrorized Hrothgar and his people. Beowulf is summoned to help. He succeeds in taking the monster's arm, expecting him to die. But things go horribly wrong when Grendel comes back, alive and strong, seeking his revenge.