Grimm Brothers Stories Novels & Stories

At least far more interesting than the story I heard yesterday at the antique auction, is this one, I thought. I became uneasy when he described how two werewolves broke their fated mate promise and unleashed a terrible calamity. The narrative was too visceral and realistic. Every time I hear the story, it seems to tighten my heart, so I don't want to listen to it anymore. It felt odd, as though I had also lived through the same narrative. She continued, "And it all began with the Grimoire." "Grimoire?" I asked, intrigued. This Grimoire seemed to be at the center of all the odd occurrences.

Ciel asked reading my mind. “I’m not sure. When we met she told me a story about the gods of old that involved two brothers. It was the story of how werewolves and vampires were created. I remember that part, but the retribution and all that other stuff I’m not sure. What does that story have to do with this?” I mused aloud. Me and Ciel just stared at each other as the list of questions without answers continued to grow. * * * * *

Wiggy continued making quotes with two hands. "Well, from there began a great adventure between Edwig and Edmund. The brothers of the two great realm rulers of the kingdom. We eradicate tyranny, fight crime, and become role models for young knights who are determined to uphold their country. I heard the story of Edwig and Edmund there is more than one book." "Eight series to be exact, plus three collections of your exemplary stories as young princes." Phillip corrects, remembered that Lillian had read all the series, and never stopped talking about them.

But now, I was glad I did, because one way or the other, there was always an atom of truth in myths. “You are talking about…myths?” A scoff left my lips, as I gazed down to stare at my open palms. “They're not myths.” “Come on Arias. Gryms are midnight stories told to young wolvens to scare the crap out of them.” The vein on the side of my neck bulged, and my teeth gritted against each other. It took everything I had to not fling something dangerous at his head. Although, I was sure he'd sidestep it, it was worth a try.

It's all true, all of it. Granny Gwynn used to tell me stories about werewolves and witches. She never had a story book, just told them from right out of her head. I thought she made them up as she went along. She would even make up songs about a moon goddess, fated lovers, battles and magic. I was enchanted by them. Daydreaming about the make believe world she had brought to life in my imagination was a comfort in my solitude. I’m starting to think it wasn’t all made up. What she told me might, could, be real, and Phoenix and his brothers are the proof, right in front of my eyes.

Victor added pointing towards me with an unfriendly look which I waved towards her. " Just when the old Luna and moon goddess was in, it was like a rule that triplets would be caused so anyone who gave birth to triplets In the human world made sure they separated their children immediately after birth Just to prevent the cause. So on the night of the full moon at both worlds, you three were born in this house indoors in the most hidden room so it can't be traced to anyone nor even the doctor in charge since all were werewolves. So you three parents died during a car accident then I hid the truth and just made you all love each other and still made those bonds even though I lied you were cous

“I will, Brother. Oh, I will. Although I think all of my crush or boyfriends are all scared once they knew that I have eight brothers.” Dear Gentle Readers, if you wish to read Clarabelle's and Dean's story, head to "Fuck You and All Of Your Bullshits". Reed and Liesl's story is also available and it's called "Tempted By The Devil". Both stories will be updated regularly in December. Thank you and stay safe!

His tale pulled for thirty minutes but to Sethlzaar it seemed like less. Of all the tales told in vrail only one bore meaning to Sethlzaar. Soartin proved a storyteller who stood above Narvi and, even in his mastery of the language below Cenam, he told a tale that weaved a world of threads, pulling his listeners into a world, like providence. He spun his tale of pain and tragedy, and in its solemnity, presented it in glory and honor. He told a tale of two priests, under the reign of king Altas. Father Grimor and Father Friet. They were brothers of the same company and fought alongside their brothers. But as they grew in their service to the credence, Friet grew distant from it.

Grimm always wanted a child, but he could never find the right girl for him. As many of these bitches he had fucked, he felt that none of them was worthy of carrying an heir for him. Everybody in Hell had a bunch of kids from multiple women, but not Grimm. He didn’t even have one. And because of him not being able to have one has been the laughing stock within Hell, lately.

⸻ The Golden Wolf closed his eyes. ⸻ “He was our brother.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ “He was family.” ⸻ The words landed heavily. ⸻ Because suddenly— This wasn’t a story about monsters. ⸻ It was a story about loss. ⸻ About brothers. ⸻ About people who destroyed each other. ⸻ And never recovered. ⸻ The Crimson One’s smile returned. ⸻ But weaker now. ⸻ “Enough history.”