Grimm Original Fairy Tales Book Novels & Stories

“My dear baby, this is mother's favourite storybook. Don't be mad at your brother, okay? Let's just read." The little baby girl blinked her big, round eyes. Her hand reached up, toward the book, as if she agreed to her mother's invitation. It was then, Alameida who saw them gasped. "Ah! Isn't that the book I wrote?!” Harriet immediately turned to Alameida with wide eyes. "Eh?!" The long blonde-haired woman chuckled next to Harriet looking at the children's storybook called [The Elf Princess and the Giant Wolf]. “Oh, I'm so happy… I didn't expect my book to be read to my great-grandchildren like this…”

He hated when his father was right. “Well, everything went in that book. How to kill vampires, werewolves, the fae, sirens, shapeshifters, skinwalkers, Wendigo’s, demons, you name it. If we had encountered it, it would have been in the book. We had the original copy, and they wrote copies of what we had written through the night. We gathered some pretty cool information.” “Like what?” Liam asked, intrigued.

He turned the page, “I’ve never seen this before.” Aria leapt onto the table. The next two pages were all text about this little fairy that lived in the woods to the far south and was supposedly responsible for keeping that forest green and lush. However, there was also cautioning that they enjoyed causing trouble. What else is in this book?

I don't know if that is a low number but I've accepted it anyway. "Of course you're gonna miss your old man and oh I have one more thing for you." He went out of the room and returned in an instant. In his hand was a walnut-brown, medium-sized book. "This is our family Grimoire and I want you to have it," Dad held out the Grimoire for me to take but I couldn't help but feel hesitant to take it. The book emitted a large force of power that seemed way beyond my worth. "It's alright Ren. You can take it," my Father's words were enough for me to initiate courage and reach out to grab the Grimoire. The Grimoire, although not large carried an abundant force of energy that seemed to charge me. I kn

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.

No, there is no such thing as a coincidence. Ahn Hana stares hard at the books in her hands. The title is the same, but the editions are different. She opens the older edition and flips the pages. The book is a dark fairytale about a man followed the grim reaper who took his lover’s soul after her death. While the man was on the journey, the man’s soul was tainted by the darkness. He couldn’t follow the woman. Finally, he met the devil who asked him whether he would let his woman go with the grim reaper and let her reach salvation or take his help and bring the woman down to the darkness along with him. The man called her love’s name until she turned back from the light and took his hand aga

my nosiness made me take couple of steps ahead, when I reached near mud wall I thoroughly saw that thread and realized it was indeed buried inside… with one small tug I pulled the thread and a small piece of dry mud fall off wall… It looked like this white thread was connected to something which was buried in mud wall, thinking of which I quickly gave it couple more tug until something that was covered in red colored cloth fall out on floor… I hurriedly squatted down and picked it up… I cleaned mud off it and saw it was a book which was covered in red cotton cloth while a white barn thread was tied around it.. I quickly opened it only to realise that it was ‘A grimoire’ A Grimoire is a WIT

I crease my forehead upon hearing such a jerky comment; I snort hearing the cold voice of Henry. How dare him. I feel really insulted by the way he said those. It is official; this guy is a major A (asshole), HE will definitely make my stay here complicated and a great nightmare. I take a deep breath to calm myself so I can still control myself once I will see that Henry jerk. I wonder.... is this the start of my sufferings under this people’s hands? Will I really be like Snow White, or Cinderella, or Belle in Beauty and the Beast? I know it... this is why I hated fairy tales. Nothing always goes smoothly in life. I did find my golden apple but when I bite the apple it turns out that a worm

he says. He raised his hand as he spoke, as if attempting to touch the moonlight slipping through the leaves of the large tree above us. "It sounds like something out of a fairy tale," I said to myself. "Yes, like a fairy tale, but with a sad ending," he added, pausing briefly before proceeding with his story. "We made a critical mistake. We used the sacred Grimoire, our tribe's magic book, as a mat for our lovemaking in the heat of our passion. It was a blatant violation of a sacred rule."

Friends with Sexy Benefits- Book 3 of the Dark Fairytales Hansel and Gretel were the best of companions, until Gretel starts to notice how prominent his abs are, his pouty lips and that hard package in-between his legs. Trapped in a cottage by a witch for days, their friendship is tested especially when Gretel accidentally kisses Hansel. Rejected by him, she decides to make her body do the speaking instead and find their way out before the evil witch eats them.