Fanfiction Grimm Novels & Stories

I’m not sure if I am on edge because of this emergency meeting concerning Zephyra, or if it is because I absolutely detest that Jareth inhaled the scent of her arousal. He reacted to it with a darkening eye. Her scent was strong enough to make any shifter go wild, but that is not a good enough reason for me to abandon the thought of leaving my Beta blind for the rest of his days. ‘Definitely not the meeting,’ Grimm says on my behalf. I hadn’t thought he was capable of making jokes, but this is one of the other sides of him I am beginning to enjoy. It would have been better if he spoke when I was younger. After the darkness my parents gave me, it would have been nice to hear something close t

It must have been hard for him to take a backseat for me. Rhys nodded his assent and Liz sighed heavily. "The Accords existed long before the Fall. In the days of magic and tales. Some women, and occasionally men, would find themselves in situations that mirrored old stories that came from the Supernatural world. Cinders Ella, Rapunzel, Sleeping Beauty, the Brave Little Tailor." She glanced at Robbie. There was seriously something between them. "All stories collected by the Grimm's, written down, assessed." Robbie continued for her. "All of these tales repeat themselves, continuously. In a loop. Until we are all living some variation. Either the happy ones, or the sinister."

Fleurie nodded unequivocally. "It's becoming late; we should go to bed and prepare for tomorrow." Fleurie drew the blankets and crawled beneath them, already dressed in Graysen's T-shirt and sweatpants. Graysen joined his mate, pulling her closer to him, loving the warmth and sparks. __________________________________________ Our Eighteenth Chapter!!!! How was it? if you liked it, please vote. share. follow I hope you enjoyed the story so far please leave a comment I want to know your opinion please support me and share my story with your friends, and please leave votes and comments.

Grave Groaning, I pulled the blonde closer, thrusting harder while she moaned beneath me, nails dragging down my chest. Her legs trembled around my waist, but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough. Because she wasn’t her. Every damn time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Lyra Cross. Her mouth. Her attitude. Those dangerous fucking eyes. I knew we were playing a reckless game, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. The girl was poison and danger, and it intrigued me. It’s only natural I love danger.

“Sorry, but I'm having trouble believing a talking skull has good intentions.” The air became cold as ice. He turned on his heels, cloak whirling furiously. “Talking skull? Oh, that,” he chuckled, drawing his hood back slightly and bringing his face into the light. The grinning skull shook with laughter. “Do I scare you, Callie Parker? Because underneath that pretty flesh, you're just like me.” He drew closer. “Do you know what the word grimnir means, Callie?” he asked, drawing his fingers across his stony brow. “Like grim? Yeah. Creepy. Like you.”

They are mentioned in chilled whispers as "Death's Ice." The Grim Fangs Pack are the most hated and feared, including themselves, formerly a coven of witches that led the war against werewolves, only to be cursed by the Moon Goddess to become the very thing they hated. Their power and traits come from the very despair and hatred that stems from within.

“What the fuck was that?!” “Incubus,” Lila said matter of factly. “They ooze lust. It’s literally how they eat. You looked like you were about to climb him like a tree.” I slapped my hands over my face and groaned. “I feel violated.” She laughed and hugged me tight. “Welcome to Gravemire. Get used to it.” We split paths a moment later, promising to meet for dinner. I needed water. Or maybe a cold shower. Or possibly a priest.

More of the truth as that would disguise all little attached lies. So Mara took a deep breath and began. She recounted her powers but replaced every part of 'herself' with Sebastian. She had successfully gotten Grimshaw hitched and hooked on her tales. He listened to her heart only for some time and then seemed to get carried away by her story, which he now believed as she had shown him that she was accurate. Mara continued until she ended it with a prominent part. "….. Gwen then separated him." She said sadly. "And you know all this about him how?" Grimshaw asked her

I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling, and moved to the shelf to retrieve a book titled *Dark Realm*, written by one of Raven’s own—a wolf who had broken free from the darkness and reclaimed his purity. I admired the author’s courage, documenting a journey he had witnessed with his own eyes. The book began with King Ravengrim, the ruthless Lord of the Dark Realm, whose thirst for power was insatiable. Human souls were not enough for him; he craved dominion not only over the Dark Realm but also over Earth and Heaven. Ravengrim’s closest friend was Shawn, a lone wolf who despised packs and the old ways. Ravengrim had tempted Shawn with a promise of power—to make him stronger than any Al

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.