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 or wicked nature? Or rise above it and prove you can be something else?

Neptune, California, shimmered under an autumn sun, its boardwalk teeming with festival-goers and its streets alive with the buzz of the upcoming Harvest Festival. But a shadow crept through the city's underbelly. Bree Larson, a clone of Grendel Jinx, had escaped the Council of The Unseen's quantum-locked confinement after the Zafast City incident, where the Council's advanced neural drones decimated her organization, The Shadow Crew. Bree's green eyes, a flawless replica of Grendel's, glinted with vengeance. Neptune's dense population and its history as the Council's last operational base made it the perfect stage for a catastrophic terrorist attack.

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The classic Beowulf written from Grendel's point of view.

... will I ever write a full version of this story? Maybe, maybe not Inspired by Herman Melville's 1851 novel 'Moby Dick' as well John Gardner's 1971 retelling of Beowulf, titled 'Grendel' 'Hubris' was written as a part of my English Language coursework 2019/20 and awarded 47/50 marks - A* It is MY story. Ownership belongs to me. [ Story Cover - 'La Poulpe Colossal' by Pierre Dénys de Montfort ]

As a tribute to the oldest surviving piece of English literature, Beowulf, I wrote a short narrative from the fist antagonist's point of view. Ples, enjoy ppl

This is my self-created POV of Beowulf's last words. It's actually my assignment in our English subject. I guess it turned out pretty good so I've decided to publish it here.