Grimm Series Novels & Stories

Which is another one of those comforts I find with him. Him using a chain of command title with me is like Littles using my real name to break play. “Much as my ass tingles when you grin, my hooking days were all about intel. You paying what I charge for that means someone else’s pink slip.” Grimm seems clueless. Absolutely innocent most days. Like the original Heather, it’s kind of a natural state for him. The way he walks, talks, acts, hell even dresses is like a twenty-something who barely has adult status, but this is different.

"Her chuckle at my question worries me. "Grim is the leader of the underworld he takes souls that are evil. He will be thrilled to get them, "she looks at the scene of Roman and Amver as she begs for him to come to her. I feel a movement and look behind the moon goddess as a huge man steps into view. "Hello beautiful," he winks at me, and I quickly blush and look down. "Grim, stop teasing her she is pregnant and belongs to Roman",his chuckle makes me jump.

He shoves me into one of the gravestones and my world goes pitch black. My skull throbs all over like I've got a bass drum pounding on the inside of my head. I groan, lifting my arm to touch my face and that hurts too. A metallic scent of blood fills my nostrils and the back of my tongue. Then everything flashes back: Gwen, the werewolves, the freaking vamps who attacked Amelia, Lance, and me back at my human school. And how the bloodsucker, Zane, smashed my head into a tombstone.

How did I meet someone like this? How did life happen? I went from hating someone with all my whole heart and being scared of him to falling in love with him and spending time with him. The same beast that we are all scared off. It made me realize that Grim was not a villain. He just misunderstood. He was just someone with a soft heart who got betrayed and scorned so badly that he did not bother making any amends again. But wait a minute. How did he know what I was thinking about? I glared at him, and he gave me a sweet apologetic smile. He continued reading my thoughts.

I ask out of the blue when they keep on talking about the song that Katty and him composed. Serene look away the moment I ask her and decided to stare at the window. We’re now heading to school and these two keeps on bugging me because I don’t know what’s going on between them. When I met them, they were like a cat and dog that keeps on arguing about simple things but now? The he.ll! It feels weird. “Just now,” Gavin said and turn the steering wheel to the right. His eyes were focused on the road while Serene didn’t answer my question. I don’t know what’s going on but I hope, it’s for the best and it will continue.

' Siri's voice sounds in my head and I nod at her. Gudrun grabs my hand tightly and dives towards the place where the light is. When we reach the treetop I see someone. It is the back of a young man. The body isn't grey like the silhouettes but clear as day, shining golden. He is down on all four, his face buried in his arms. His body starts to shake violently and with a crunching sound his back contorts. He screams heartbreakingly while his whole body twists and changes. When he lifts his face his eyes are green and his face is no longer human. As he stares at the big moon, he completes the grotesque change. The new hamram stands up, and I feel like it looks directly at me as it starts howl

The other leaders looked at him with varying degrees of annoyance. “This isn’t a joke,” Grim said, his voice low, still holding down his rage. “I’ve seen the bodies. I’ve seen the aftermath. And I’m telling you, this thing is real. It’s not a ghost, it’s not a rogue wolf, and it’s certainly not a fairy tale. It’s a threat. And if you don’t believe me, then we’ll all be paying the price sooner than you think.” The room fell into a tense silence. No one spoke for a long moment. Alistair stood again, his old eyes fixed on Grim.

Both ignored me. A hush fell over the entire room. A slim, terrifyingly beautiful blonde woman walked onto the stage. Her power hit me like a slap in the face. Her eyes glowed. Her heels didn’t make a sound. Her voice cut through the air like glass when she spoke. “Welcome to Gravemire Academy.” No applause. No smiles. She continued. “This school is alive. It breathes. It sees. And if you disrespect it, it may decide to eat you.” I blinked.

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.

Grim shook his head at me and informed me that he hung out with my father most of the time until he started dating Deagon. "I wasn't into men so I stayed within my home and spoke with my staff, I'm friends with several," he mumbled softly and I sighed at the poor guy. I started to feel the all to familiar chill course throughout my veins and knew the instant my heart stopped beating. I looked up at Grim's concerned green eyes and clenched my fists to gather my power. I pressed my hands to my chest and fell back from the blast. I looked down and crossed my arm quickly across my now bra covered chest. My cheeks turn red watching Grim unbutton his shirt. He never wore an undershirt and my mouth