grian fanfic

In the shadows of Grimm, monsters wear human faces, ancient bloodlines manipulate kingdoms from the dark, and Grimms are feared as living nightmares. When a man from another world awakens in the body of Nick Burkhardt weeks before the beginning of the series, he already knows how the story is supposed to end. He knows Aunt Marie will die. He knows the Royals are moving in the shadows. He knows that Hexenbiests, Blutbaden, and countless Wesen are preparing for a war hidden beneath modern society. What he does not know… is why an ancient system chose him. ALPHA GRIMM SYSTEM ACTIVATED Unlike ordinary Grimms, he can evolve. Every hunt grants power. Every defeated Wesen offers traits. Every dangerous alliance changes him. And every intimate bond with a female Wesen unlocks abilities capable of turning him into something far beyond human. Enhanced senses. Predatory instincts. Hexenbiest magic. Monstrous regeneration. Ancient Grimm abilities lost to history. But power has a price. The more Wesen traits he absorbs, the more his humanity begins to erode. The line between hunter and monster slowly disappears, and whispers of an ancient truth emerge: Grimms were never heroes. They were apex predators created to dominate the Wesen world. Now hunted by the Royals, desired by powerful women, feared by Wesen clans, and watched by forces older than civilization itself, Nick must decide what kind of Alpha Grimm he will become. A protector. A conqueror. …or the final monster hidden in the dark.

I was just a normal kid ready to start his life, then bam!!! dead and now I'm in Grimm. well at least there are a lot of animal girls........ wait, wtf I'm a Grimm?????

An older, more experienced and more deadly Grimm comes to Portland. This new Grimm doesn't share Nick Burkhardt's moral compass. Nick has to find a way to stop him from hurting more Wesen, all while dealing with the aftermath of the spellwork Adalind has done in year's past leaving him all but incapacitated. This story takes place after the series finale, but ignoring the epilogue.

A man gets bodyswapped into Hagrid right as Harry is being delivered to the Dursleys. The new Hagrid knows his canon, sizes up his situation fast, and decides things are going to go a little differently this time. Like, say, not leaving a one-year-old on a doorstep in November. What happens next? Chaos, mostly. Abandon all expectations of plot logic, canon compliance, and character sanity — this fic is pure chaos, proudly OOC, gleefully AU, and home to a Mary Sue of legendary scale. If you're still here — welcome aboard. If you want to support me and read some chapters earlier: patreon.com/Aetern1tas

A short spin-off about GreyxSeris

Dans une station spatiale luxueuse, refuge d’une élite désœuvrée, l’humanité observe de loin une Terre mourante. L’arrivée d’un émissaire terrien bouleverse cet isolement confortable, mettant en lumière l’égoïsme, la décadence morale et la responsabilité collective face à un avenir menacé, où progrès rime avec indifférence, jusqu’à l’éveil d’une conscience tardive.

"The last Grimm here left it full of bodies." Portland's Wesen say it since a witness saw the new detective's eyes flash mirror-black and ran. He woke two months back, a cop from a world without monsters, carrying a tag only he sees: the Field-Plate. It stamps a suspect's true species, holding the Weakness in reserve until he closes the case by surviving one. Every deep read lights the Grimm-mirror: the monster knows a Grimm is looking, and lives to warn the rest. Back home, his certainty once put an innocent man in a cell; eleven months later the real killer surfaced. When the plate handed him an easy close, an Eisbiber with motive on paper, he let it walk. It rewarded him for refusing to guess. The Field-Plate keeps one rule: it names the species, never the guilt. The man who nearly choked him outside that stairwell walks Portland, and he is the one face the plate returns blank.

Many millennia before the events of Subaru Natsuki’s arrival in Lugunica, there existed a peculiar Grimoire, one not forged by mages, but born of tragedy. Inside it lingered the soul of a young girl from another world, reincarnated not as a hero, but as a sentient book. Some would say it wasn't on her bingo card. In time, she discovered that those who touched her could hear her voice. With this, she made contracts, binding pacts that linked her fate to a wielder’s, ending only in death. At first, it was a desperate attempt to understand this strange world and stave off the crushing loneliness of her new existence. She taught magic, shared knowledge, and guided countless mages, watching each student rise and inevitably fall. But centuries, dull sentiment. So what began as a search for meaning became a way to entertain herself, finding amusement in the ambitions, flaws, and short lives of those who sought her power. The strongest user of magic this world had never known… bound forever to pages. Now, in the present day, fate stirs once more. After centuries of not having a contractee, and recently tossed, and shoved into the ground, she senses a ripple in time. This time, unlike before, she knew this contractee, would be far different from the rest. A new game. indeed. Will her presence save this reckless fool… or drag him into deeper ruin? We shall see.

Everything was taken from him. His mother, father, wife and his life. When he asked the person who took overthink why, he said boredom He was given a second chance, but this time, he would be the one who was 'bored.'

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"