Grim Fable Novels & Stories

Jace yelled the moment he saw me. " Shut up," I muttered. Maggie tried to hide a chuckle as she dished my breakfast. I nodded thanks. " So, you ready?" Greg asked, mouthful. " I have to," I answered. " She's gonna kill them there. Murder all of them," Jace muttered, smirking evilly at me. I grinned. What are they so crazy so early in the morning? " Stop taunting the poor kid," Greg scolded. " Who's taunting? It's the truth!"

I demanded, though my voice was losing its sharp edge as the sheer warmth of his body began to make my heavy eyelids drop. "You cut an old man's cheek with a butter knife and tipped coals on his lap," Gryfyn said, a low, dark rumble of amusement vibrating through his chest beneath my ear. "You did well enough to keep yourself alive for ten minutes. But you are not fighting an entire pack of Northern wolves with a piece of cutlery." I clamped my mouth shut, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer. I lay rigid against him, my hands pressed flat against his stomach, trying to keep a sliver of space between our bodies.

He was as frustrated as I was with the Reaper King. "Let's get a good night's sleep and come up with a plan first thing in the morning. Grim's not going to harm his best friend even if he's your father, those two grew up together in the Scottish highlands," he mumbled sadly and I creased my brow still a little concerned. I knew what he said was correct but couldn't understand Grim's determination of wanting to utterly destroy me.

I opened my eyes to see a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar. The man was in his late 60s, standing tall in a crisp military uniform. The sight of the general stars on his shoulders made my eyes sting. He stood in front of the meat grinder. With one hand, he slammed the power switch off. With the other, he grabbed the guard by the throat and tossed him ten feet away like a ragdoll. Ariel turned deathly pale. "Who the hell are you?"

Everything you want to be done under the shadows. GrimFangs had their currencies in despair. They traded the dark side of medicines, elixir that can age you twenty years, positions that act as slow as centuries and those that act in seconds. Wolfsbane is like a vegetable next to the elixir GrimFangs make. It's like they condense all their despair and hatred into each and every bottle of elixir. How do you destroy a pack? By taking away their basic needs, food, medicine and clothing.

Darkness swept in like a storm. I stood at the edge of a battlefield—charred earth beneath my feet, thick smoke curling into a sky cracked with thunder. Bodies littered the ground. Wolves. Lycans. Humans. Their eyes stared blankly at the heavens. In the center, rising from a mountain of ash, stood Griffin. A crown of burning gold hovered above his head, and in his hand… the orb. Only it wasn’t glowing with the soft, sacred light I had come to know. It was bleeding.

So in their eyes, I was nothing more than a tool to be completely drained of worth. The storm felt as though it were freezing my organs solid, but I summoned the last of my strength, curled my fingers and pushed the car door open again. My stiff limbs gave way the moment I stepped out, and I fell hard into the snow. Hearing the noises from my end, Zachary scoffed, his sneer almost visible in his voice. "No way, are you trying to rupture the heating pipes again? You can't even bear to hurt a mouse, so why are you acting all scary now?

The next day, I successfully signed a contract with my friend and began focusing on my career. The business operations were already well-developed. With my new technology added in, the company grew even faster. In just two weeks, our profits had tripled. My friend was thrilled. She held a celebration party specifically for me. The location was set at a resort outside the city. I never expected that I would run into Ethan and Mia there. They were sitting by a bonfire. Ethan was attentively peeling shrimp for Mia. I didn't know what Mia said, but Ethan smiled and placed the shrimp in her mouth. He then lifted his hand, which was covered in a sauce, and pretended he was going to smear it on her

Whatever that thing was, but how were they connected? My visions of Grisha were painful, they were draining, and they were chilling. But my vision of the burning bird was calm, peaceful, and utterly soul-fetching. But why did it scream Grisha? Because I heard it, I heard it loud and clear and I knew it screamed Grisha! What in the hell was Grisha and what did it have to do with the burning bird? For an umpteenth time ever since I set my foot in Varagrafena, I laid awake at night, filled with nothing but questions, and more confusion!

yellow skin. You see their skin has taken in so much UV light from their many suns that it literally glows... Their planet has no night. I don't know much more about them... They have six competing in the harvest. Froles come from the planet Frole. They are slim and fast. Frole has almost no trees so their speed and slim builds come in handy when hunting. They are wild-like in personality and features. Their skin is striped from their head down to their toes. They are striped so they can blend in with the grass that covers most of their planet. They see great at night and are similar to the big cats on your planet when it comes to hunting. They typically choose females from their own planet