The Complete Grimm's Fairy Tales 소설 & 이야기

I remember begging him for a story when he came in to tuck me in almost every night. The book was filled with lots of short stories, all of them about werewolves. I flipped to my favorite one, Little Red Riding Hood. It was about a young she-wolf who was taking her grandmother some food goods. Her grandmother lived in the forest oddly enough, instead of a pack where the little girl lived. When she got to her grandmother’s house and knocked on the door, a male-wolf answered the door. As soon as their eyes met, her wolf recognized him as her mate. It turned out that her grandmother had gotten hurt while out and the wolf had found her in distress, carried her home, and tended to her wound

Pain exploded from my scalp as a brutal force yanked me backward by my hair. A scream tore from my throat as I writhed in agony. Bright flames, ravenous eyes—these men were more terrifying than will-o'-the-wisps haunting a graveyard. "Don't waste my time! Kill her already!" Their savage laughter reverberated through the poisonous woods. The leader released his grip on my hair. The blade's gleaming edge caught the light, reflecting the misery etched across my filthy face. A flash of steel, a piercing pain in my chest—I couldn't bear it. I was going to die. The promises I made would remain unfulfilled.

It’s plain, with no writing, and thin maybe only twenty pages. “That is everything I have on Grimalkins, if there is any other information out there on what you are then I don’t know about it.” He shifts forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees, “Tell me Crimson, what do you know about yourself? I will try to fill in the gaps as much as I can. And hopefully, that book will help you understand what you are.”

[called the police to get her arrested]. [With his] Their stepmother had died [safely behind bars], and their [her] father [and brother] welcomed them back with tears of joy. So they never went hungry again [moved into a nicer apartment by themselves]. Hansel [while Hayden] and Gretel [Gabby got married and] lived happily ever after [with enough love to last them a lifetime]. THE END

There are too many places that welcomed us along the way. In a few days, I arrived at their castle town where the King of Spirits resided. And now, I am waiting in that castle at this very moment. Having served with tea in a luxurious reception room, we were standing by. Its beautiful decorations showed not single inferiority compared to our castle. In the Country of Elves, there are many articles made from natural wood and ores/crystals. It seems that the Country of Fairies does not differ by much either. However, there are still some items that I could not imagine how they were processed on the inside.

From that time, they call her the Witch of Walden. Strangers and visitors alike adored Lea. She retreated on her shell and buried herself in books. She can be the princess that the prince would slay the dragon for or Cinderella with the glass slippers. Time flies. Growing into a young woman, she never once falls in love. Her world is the library. Lea is very popular among her peers, especially the boys. At an early age, Lea's love life was flourishing in secret. As the oldest child, her knowledge of the opposite sex was limited.

I knock on the door made me snap my head towards it. "Come in." I answered and soon, the person behind the door entered. I narrowed my eyes at him. "How is the plan for getting the princess working out?" I asked firmly. "Good, but I have something better." He replied. I looked at him in confusion. "What could possibly be better than an elemental werewolf, Drake?" I asked with asked raised eyebrow. Drake smirked and replied with a smug tone. "A fire breathing Gumiho, your highness."

Cole growled back. Peter smiled “You just found me out huh? Yep, I’m a wolf too.” He says to us. “How?” Cole asks. “Well, you see my mother was a wolf she was the daughter of an Alpha of the Red River Pack. My father was a Warlock. When my father was 21 and my mother was 18, they had a love affair resulting in my mother getting pregnant. Her family never approved of my father. They didn’t like the fact that he was a Warlock. We were a happy little family until one day by chance my mother found her true mate. She left my father and I to be with him. My father turned cold and started doing dark magic. He wanted to punish my mother, her mate and her family. He killed all of them.” He ends his s

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.

Gwen The moment I stepped through the doors of Fantasies, the air shifted. It always did—like the place knew exactly what you came for and welcomed you with open arms and a wicked grin. The temperature dropped just enough to raise goosebumps, and the scent wrapped around me: leather, sweat, perfume, and something dirtier, something electric.