Puck From Sisters Grimm Novels & Stories

"The bear mask stayed on, but my pants came down in the dark, and I let a nameless, faceless stranger break every straight rule I’ve ever lived by." I’m the captain of the hockey team, a total expert at keeping my cool on the ice, and a master at ignoring Kyler—the ridiculous flawless golden boy who is currently dating my twin sister. Honestly, it takes a lot of willpower not to smirk when he plays the perfect gentleman at family dinners. I always knew a pretty boy like him had to be hiding a wicked streak, but I never expected to find a dark side of my own first. It started after a brutal game when my temper was burning way too hot. The team's mascot offered a delightfully dirty w

We’ll fucking show them. I glide forward and receive the puck from Atlas and take a shot towards my left where Calli manages to get it. He’s burled out of the way upon contact and being slammed by a huge fella from the opposing team. Nice to see we’re only a few minutes in and already the play is turning dirty.

“Debatable.” Her mother rolled her eyes affectionately. Nurse scrubs peeked out beneath her cardigan, meaning she’d probably just returned from a night shift not long ago. “Eat before you leave.” “I’ll grab something later.” “Maya.” She sighed dramatically and grabbed a piece of toast. That was when she heard it. The unmistakable roar of hockey fans coming from the living room TV. “Oh, for the love of God.” Her younger brother grinned from the couch without looking away from the screen. “Morning to you too.”

Bearable still wasn't right. I knew what a real bond looked like. My sister Calla found hers at twenty-two, some wolf from the Eastern Crescent pack. Nobody on Dad's council approved, and he spent eight solid months trying to tear it apart. But Calla dug in with that quiet fury she saves for the things she refuses to bend on. She made it crystal clear that the bond was done, and the only question left was whether our family stood with her or against her. Dad eventually stood with her. Of course, he spun it as his own brilliant idea. Calla didn't bother correcting him.

" Peyton shifts into Zephyr and growls at the three Pookas. Whitman asl shifters into his wolf Thunderhoof. he's eyeing the third Pookas that the other two Pookas are shielding. Mazi swings her sickle around while walking toward a Pooka. The Pooka looks at her, raises her arms, screams, and reaches for Mazi. Mazi swings the sickle cuts both of the Pooka's hands off and hits it in the stomach. The Pooka screams, folds over staring at her swinging the sickle for the last time and beheading it.

Sunama was holding her stomach as she laughed hysterically, Gia slapping her in the face with a vine. “Stop it!” I yelled with my mind as my sisters ceased fighting to look at me. The wood nymph looked around confused by the sudden silence then turned on Ari, “You stupid little pixie, can’t you control your magic! You almost killed me.” Frustrated, I said, "Ari, apologize to her, and you guys realize the Goblins aren’t gone yet?”

I squeaked. Puck cursed darkly, hauling firewood. A trio of wolves pawed in behind him. The alpha, a fierce gray, nipped at the satyr's haunches. “Blast it, you skieving beast! To my master aright I've led you, but Death flies fast as the wind.” He dropped the logs in a pile near the hearth, then turned, seeing me. Puck's eyes bulged. He scratched his horns in disbelief. “So Dis partakes of Yuletide? Spirits fizz in the charnel grounds!”

Looked at the thirty-two people and my father and the rink that smelled like cold and ambition and the six weeks of my life that had rearranged themselves around this place and these people without asking my permission. I held the puck up. "Yes," I said. The rink lost its mind completely. The victory howl from Torres happened again, louder this time. The freshman defensemen high-fived each other like they'd personally scored. Finn emerged from behind his hand long enough to look up at me with a warm, genuine smile that had nothing complicated in it at all, and I smiled back the same way. Dad blew his whistle. Hard. Twice. "Alright," he said, in his best this-is-a-professional-environment voi

Grumpy old alpha is well-matched with the Crone Coven’s high priestess. A sudden shimmer and a ripple in the air signals Puck’s arrival. He steps through a portal, flanked by several other elves, all carrying duffel bags of weapons. “Puck,” Dev greets, carefully avoiding the words thank you. Everyone knows better than to thank a fae. Puck’s grin is all teeth. “Always a pleasure, wolfman.” The fairy practically vibrates smugness. Shakespeare had no idea what he was talking about in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. This guy is one bad mood away from biting someone’s nose off.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve got it, Mom. I promise. Love you.” ​“Love you more, silly,” she muttered, finally standing up to disappear into the crowd. The final buzzer sounded. 4-2. Chatham won. The arena exploded with noise. Players celebrated their win. Then Gavin stepped onto the ice, clapping shoulders with that rare, proud half-smile, the one that made him look human for a split second. For one stupid, reckless moment, our eyes locked across the rink. I was just a face in the crowd, but he found me.