The Grimm Brothers Fairy Tales Novels & Stories

“That doesn't mean it didn't happen.” Anna looked at me. I looked at her. Neither spoke. The boy continued. “Silver Wolves were bigger, stronger, and faster than normal wolves.” “Wrong,” another student said. He turned. “What?” “They weren't bigger. They were smaller.” I blinked. That was new. The second student pulled out a chair. “My grandmother has a book about them.” The first boy scoffed. “Your grandmother collects fairy tales.” “Exactly. Silver Wolf is a fairy tale.” I slowly put down my fork. Anna noticed.

He claps his hand on my shoulder and leads me into the living room. We sit down, and Grandpa Nick proceeds to tell me the biggest bullshit fairy tale anyone could possibly imagine. He goes on about werewolves and packs and goddesses and transformations. I know I’m not the smartest kid, but the cheese has slid completely off this guy’s cracker if he thinks I could believe all this crap.

I said to her. “When I was a little girl, my grandmother would always tell me stories, like fairytales. Her stories though were about werewolves, ghouls, fairies and nymphs. She spoke about them like they were real, like they lived among us. I’ve always been a believer because of her,” Anna said. “I don’t know about ghouls, nymphs and fairies,” I said. “You didn’t mention werewolves,” she said softly. “You know those are only stories, right?” I said to her.

It seemed I would be the only one paying my respects at this mid-autumn festival. I had not even reached the door when a harsh crash echoed through the air. My chest tightened. I ran inside and saw several workers swinging sledgehammers at the walls. “Stop!” I shouted and stormed in. The house was a wreck. Furniture was smashed to splinters. Lance stood amidst the ruins, seizing my mother's ancestral tablet and smashing it to the ground. Crack! The tablet shattered into pieces. He was not satisfied. He stomped on my mother’s black-and-white portrait, grinding it into the floor.

They had dived into their favorite topic of discussion, their boyfriends. “Gideon is sooo good! He literally makes me come every time, every fucking time” Lauren said, fanning herself. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Here we go again. “Me too!!!!” Helen giggled, eyes wide with excitement. “Brian does this thing with his tongue, and, oh my God, my eyes roll! I literally have to beg him to stop” They yapped none stop for hours. Who was better in bed. Who had a bigger dick. Who was freakier, Who ate pussy better. It was getting damn annoying because , my lovely boyfriend, was shit.

I ask, wondering how much I really don't know. "Not everything. Our sisters have changed the stories with time, turning them into fairytales and folklore. But to make it easier for the new vǫlur we like to keep some knowledge open in the real world". Gudrun explains. "I mean imagine if you hadn't even heard of a troll or an elf ?" "Well something like finding out what a hamram is". I mumble. After walking for a bit, I remember what the lantern man had said. "You were just told that I am dangerous to be around. How come you aren't scared ?"

Linda points out but we ignored her and continued. "What does this have to do with any of this?" Christina asks. "The stories in the book are real. I know it is because the main character in the story is a fairy and who wrote that book was my mom." "So you are saying your mom is a fairy?" Linda scoffs. "Really, Xavier? Fairies don’t exist." Riley speaks, “Just like humans who thought werewolves, witches and vampires weren’t real yet they are. They are blending into society. Just like us, fairies can look human too."

Usually, their skin is green. In European folklore, Goblins are a nation of fairies or supernatural beings. Their body size is small and sometimes invisible to the human eye. They are depicted as tiny green creatures with pointy ears. Goblins are closely related to fire and have the ability to create it. According to other versions in some fairy tales and fantasy stories, Goblins are a nation of beasts and vicious creatures. They live in dark caves or underground. Their race is identified with evil creatures and is a brutal fighter. They are depicted as creatures with sturdy bodies like humans, green skin, pointy ears, and scary and terrible faces. Sometimes they kidnap babies and prey

“Well, well.. It is so kind of my brother to give me such a beautiful welcome gift.” He is joking, right? He thinks that Thanatos 'gave' me to him as a gift? Does Grimm usually do that? Give his brother a girl to sleep with? Because that is some fucked up shit! He must notice my seething anger and my repulsed glare because he chuckles and speaks before I can say a word. “I am teasing you, darling. My brother never welcomes me!” This time I almost smile, because that I can believe. The man comes forward and sits on the edge of my bed. “So, not that this little exchange isn't pleasant, ...?”

Mostly younger children and babies, all because they are the weaker links of all species. Just for an attempt at maybe fulfilling their craving for a lust of blood that can never be filled. The told horrors of fairies luring pregnant humans to their realm. To keep them as prisoners until they give birth. As they watch in a dazed and confused state. Hearing voices all around them, chanting something of an unknown origin. Only to watch in disbelief of the horrific acts that proceed next, in watching their own babies being eaten alive, right in front of their very own eyes! Hi everyone! This is my first book I've ever attempted to write. It was inspired by the Brother Grimms twist on fairytales