Grim Tales Novels & Stories

The third wolf falls, and Grimm turns to another, when suddenly he drops to his knees as an axe whirls out of the darkness and buries itself in his back. What is happening! I want to scream, but I can’t. My body can only watch. Grimm collapses in front of me, kneeling as he struggles to reach his back. The wound is fatal. I can see it in the way his strength falters. His eyes lock onto mine, tears gathering. His bloodied hand trembles as he lifts it toward me, searching for support. Fear grips me, yet I cannot bear the thought of losing him. He… is my friend. I raise my hand and press it against his. Suddenly, the world around me swirls.

Every kindergarten had refused to accept him because of his violent tendencies. On the television, the news was reporting that a woman named Maisie Gray had won ten million dollars in the lottery. At that moment, Zoe suddenly went mad. She grabbed the knife in her hand and stabbed both Lucas and Edwin to death before stabbing herself. When the news reached me, I was drinking coffee in the villa I had just bought overseas. My father was fishing, my mother was tending to her flowers, and my brother was studying in Horvar. I still had a beautiful, happy life ahead of me.

Darkle laughed with some sarcasm, wondering if he was not afraid when seeing his whole herd had been killed a while ago, and these two were the ones who killed them and no one else. Why not be afraid?? Does he trust his strength to this degree or does he not care about his life? Do you think that Mars and Zayn can't kill him? " Come on, my girl, come forward." NBS laughed at Mars inside him when he saw his father's Mate standing confidently in front of him Yes his father's mate! Because he is not a legitimate son! He is the son of a witch whose father had an illegal relationship with her, so he took the power of witches and the power of werewolves, a hybrid yes.

“Do you know anything about them? Who they are? What they want?” “I believe they are a bunch of ferals that grouped together around an alpha, they call themselves The Gremlins. While I can’t be certain that they were them, everything they did is the pattern that has been spoken of. Silently stalking women who are shopping alone. Waiting until after they load their bags into their car before using code words to surround them. If the woman gets away like I did, they will wait by the car for them to return. Rumor has it that they are kidnapping them, beating them until they’re submissive then selling them into the sex trade. They are wanted by both humans and werewolves but only werewolf jail w

I simply preserve what remains of this vessel—this empty frame that walks between the living and the dead. PAIGE’S POV Shaking in fear, I realized the dilemma I was in. The good life I had imagined… shattered. I’d been scammed. From a distance, I saw an old woman approaching. Her lipstick was a deep, unsettling red, and her hair was dyed an artificial blonde. Her eyes were buried beneath thick, smudged eyeshadow. The tick-tack of her sandals on the cold floor echoed so sharply it felt like it pierced through my ears. She looked terrifying—scary wasn’t even enough to describe her.

Kim's eyes widened. "I mean, I heard from people before that there's a ferocious monster living in this place. Five years ago, a family was murdered by an unknown criminal. When the police examined their corpses, they found out that their body parts, like liver and heart, were missing. Someone saw a werewolf monster roaming around when the moon turned full." Kim's eyes widened again. He didn't know if he believed in werewolves because it was only a story. "Kim, let me tell you that please don't go outside at night," Elder Gina reminded him. "Okay, Elder Gina," Kim agreed.

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.

She snatched the urn, pried the lid off, then dumped the charred bone fragments and ashes out. “This is bogus. It’s not our custom to practice cremation. “Why did Lucia’s remains turn black anyway? “I bet they dug up the bones of some mutt to fake it.” I dropped to my knees with a shriek while desperately saving what was left of my sister. Samantha’s foot came down hard on my hand before I could get close to the ashes. The charred remains were pulverized into grit under Samantha’s heel. Samantha stomped out the last trace of Lucia right before my eyes.

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

I ate and listened to him. "Within the Death Ministry, only Grim can enter. There are only two types of grim that are the Council and the Reapers. The Grim Council are the ones who bring death notes from superiors to be sent to Grim Reapers like me, where we have to fetch the soul of the person written there. When we do not get them at the right time and place, they can escape and just add to the missing souls. In 40 days we should reap them otherwise they will be like the lost soul you saw yesterday. Dark and evil. " I nodded as a sign that I understood him.