Grimm Series Novels & Stories

) I already have a planned plot to Stonegrim but putting all the pieces together will really take some time to finish, but no worries, I always spend my free time working on this. Anyways, this book is a novel-type-ish... Like, it doesn't come with that "name-of-person's POV" every start of the chapter. So yeah, just a heads up (っ´▽')っ Edit: So I haven't been able to update for months, had a lot of stuff happening especially when 2020 got into the scene. Been busy as well with dealing lots of personal stuff. Hopefully y'all won't mind my cringey Author's note inserted here in the middle of the chapters. This is more of me tryna get myself together while creating this novel lol. Really am loo

"You hurt my daughter. You invaded my territory. And now... you stand in my path." Grimm laughed, a sound like grinding rocks. "You dare speak to me like that, human? I am Grimm! I have ruled the darkness for a thousand years! You are nothing but a speck of dust!" "Big words for someone about to die," I smirked. I fired instantly! Three bullets shot out like lightning, aimed at his heart and head! But Grimm didn't even flinch. He raised his massive dark sword and swung it horizontally! He sliced my bullets out of mid-air like they were made of paper!

I stumble in shock and fall to the ground. Grimm continues his hand movements, and another wolf is attacked. This time, a smaller flock breaks off, rushing the two wolves behind us. They don’t do much damage, but they distract them long enough. I close my eyes and cover myself, bracing for the ravens to attack me next, but it never comes. Opening my eyes, I see Grimm deeply concentrating. 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.

A giant gold hoop hung from his right ear, and a thick beard covered his jaw. Cassian pursed his lips. The two old geezers were dressed pretty shabbily. With a grim voice, Griffin said, "The old hag is Pomona Grimm, the Witch of South Daire, and the old geezer beside her is Jorm Fangler, the Serpent King." Cassian exhaled, relieved that the two of them hadn't gone to Rivershire. "Didn't you say that Jorm had a snake? Where is it?" Cassian asked.

The twins’ graves were adorned with fresh blooms daily. And Cedric? He slept in the chamber most nights. Not to mourn. But to remember. To sharpen his will. To plan. In the closing days of that first month, Grimm’s name began to spread through the underworld of Country L like wildfire. Two bribed officials were found dead, one from snake venom, the other from frostbite despite the summer heat.

Asper Reign Dahlia’s Pov I received a warm welcome from the original workers of the farm. I have known most of them since they started working here when Granny was still alive. Some of them were hired by me when I started handling things around here and there were new ones that Dad hired to help Judith with the work in the mansion. And of course, Hector, who immediately got along with the people here. They know that he is the former crown prince but it seems like it doesn’t matter to them. They might be treating him as a normal person but they are all nice to him.

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.

Nina's animated chatter made the prospect of the coming months seem almost tolerable. "Especially Kim," Nina said, her nose wrinkling in distaste. The name snapped me out of my reverie. "Who's Kim?" I asked, curiosity piqued. Nina's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, I'm sorry! Of course, you don't know who she is. You should consider yourself lucky – she's the worst." She rolled her eyes dramatically before continuing, "I mean, she acts all nice around the Greys, but she's a complete witch to everyone else."

“He’s a Grimalkin.” There’s silence. A long, drawn-out silence. One that has me adjusting my position on Crimson's lap. “Hunji?” I finally say wondering if he was still there. I hear him clear his throat. “He’s also my mate.” I drop the last part on him and can tell by the sharp intake of breath and the slow release it was a huge surprise to him. “Goddess be Tawny.” I hear him swipe a hand over his face, his palm brushing against stubble. “Grimalkins are as rare as Skinwalkers. Maybe even more so.” He finally says.

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!