Fanfiction Grimm Novels & Stories

Varyon said calmly, authority woven into his voice. As the meal was served, I observed them discreetly, searching their faces for cracks in their polite masks. The young blonde woman met my gaze, her eyes sharp with interest. She lifted her glass, sipping slowly before setting it down with an enigmatic smile. "I'm curious," she said lightly. "How did the alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack marry a girl from the Shadowmoon Pack? Haven’t you been rivals for centuries?" I turned subtly toward Varyon, feeling his hand tighten around mine.

“There are… som peculiarities and disturbances in what we accept as law and tradition. It concerns the bloodline of the current heir of Grimfang.” The air shifted slightly even the older aide stiffened. “Go on,” the younger one said.. His tone was cautious but curious. My smile never wavered. “Have you noticed how quickly rumors spread in these corridors? How even whispers can ripple through the northern districts?” “Yes,” said the older aide. “But how is this… different?” I tilted my head slightly, her fingers brushing the edge of my cloak, pretending a casual gesture while every motion was deliberate and precise. “Strange, isn’t it?” My voice was almost conversational, too gentle to sound

I came first, grinding down on his face, thighs shaking around his head as I cried out into Emma’s mouth. My orgasm seemed to trigger hers. Emma moaned loudly, her pussy clenching visibly around Kane’s cock as she shattered, riding him through wave after wave. The sight and sounds pushed Kane over the edge. He groaned into my pussy, hips bucking up as he filled Emma’s tight channel with another load. “Again..”

The Grimalkin: A faery cat shifter, dark and magical. Said to stem from the mating of a werecat and a demonic creature. Familiars to witches and gods alike. It doesn’t take me long to read through the thin book but I’m left with more questions once I close it. According to lore, I should be able to perform some sort of alchemy, usually whatever the parent specialized in. In my case, Senko specialized in blood alchemy. A dark and sinful magic. Not one I was excited to know, nor did I have intentions of delving into learning about blood alchemy. I was happy to stay far, far away from it. Nothing good could come from it.

“She writes that he smiled at her and reached out his hands for hers, but was taken by surprise when she faltered back. I'll quote her now: “I recoiled in horror as he opened his mouth, for it revealed a thing of which I'd only heard stories, had never seen, and hope never to see again. Just one lone fang dropped from his upper jaw—the mark of a grafhym. The man I wanted for my consort was damaged, imperfect.‟ She goes on to say he was banished from the tribe immediately, forced out into the forest to live his life alone.” He turned another page. “The final section talks about the phenomenon of grafhym in general. How their powers are sorely limited. And most importantly, how they cannot tur

This made Grim slowly descended into wild madness, losing the last bits of humanity within him. When he could deal with his hunger for her no more, he stalked her. The moment he knew Red was heading to her grandmother’s house, he rushed forward, ate the grandmother, and waited in the bedroom. When she stepped inside, there were no clever words like in the fairytale. He took Red against her will, and ripped her body apart. When he spilled his seed, he cried at what he’d done and ate her torn flesh. A nearby witch picked up on the wolf’s scent and the smell of death. She hurried to the grandmother’s cabin and decapitated the wolf with an enchanted ax.

The corner of her mouth lifts in a small, stoic smile. “A runt,” she mutters, eyes narrowing on me before shifting to Grimm. “This place seems to be filled with them. Trash wolfless.” Anger rises inside me. Grimm wasn’t weak. He was good. I doubted him until the end, but all he wanted was to be loved, just like me. And she took that away from him. Who is this woman? Why did she kill Grimm? Why?! My teeth clench. My hands shake in fists, holding back what little composure I have left. But it bursts out anyway. I scream. I scream so loud the birds scatter from the trees, startled. I keep screaming until my vision turns black.

He always stared, taking his eyes off and placing them somewhere else when I turn to him. He was addicting to be with in more ways than one. I still remember the rage I'd felt when that knife had gone at him. The pure unadulterated push to kill. To tear to pieces. From the ancient books Father kept in the library before he passed, the gryms were explained as creature who went on quests, messengers. And gryms weren't usually murderous. There was something off about these ones. Sighing, I let the last paperwork fall from my hand into the heap. Beads of sweat coated the surface of my chest, down to the biceps on my arms.

I growled savagely, and the God of Death only laughed sinisterly in response. The God of Death closed the portal to the world of the dead. He also teleported the two of us to the border of the forbidden forest. What I had just seen still devastated me. Although this world was dark, I knew that the two of us would find our way out together. “I knew that my destiny as a tribrid would have a terrible impact on the werewolf world. But I never thought that my dreadful fate would harm so many people.” Grace exhaled harshly while massaging her forehead.