The Grimm Brothers Novels & Stories

Since I trusted them, I and my men stepped out when we were instructed. The Grovewood healing brotherhood had been formed five decades back. It was composed of two werewolves, two vampires, and two witches, all of whom had dedicated their lives to studying different afflictions that affected supernatural creatures and finding solutions to them. They had extensively studied plant poisons.

Zeta Eli looked up to see him standing with his gray eyes downcast. Lead Warrior Ultima Wolf Edric and Lead Warrior Ultima Wolf Dirk are twin wolf brothers, and the most dangerous werewolves of the East and West Coast - in fact, in this entire universe. Being twin werewolf brothers, both have gray eyes and dark purple fur in wolf form. The Ultima Wolves were rescued by Alpha Alparic from the Dark Shadow Coven, and these two brothers have been a part of the Gravefur Pack ever since.

“This is my mother--Mariana and father, Daniel.” “You already know Adam from earlier, my youngest brother and his older twin Adrian. Then comes the second Kaden with his wife Ella and I’m the oldest.” Adam had black hair with dark green eyes almost black. He looked in his late 20′s. He wore a black tux with a white shirt underneath. However Adrian had light brown locks of hair with the same green eyes and the very same attire.

My hands itched where they lay by my side and I gave myself a smack mentally. Focus Ava! "Let's say I agree to this deal of yours," I said, trying not to give in to the urge to tremble under their intense gazes. Everyone feared the Silvermore brothers. They were a deadly duo who were said to decide who lived and who didn't in an instant. There was a rumor that the brothers had taken down Silvermore's fourteenth village, Fang, in battle and they had been barely fifteen at that time. Now though, staring at the older virile males before me, feeling their domineering aura press down like the weight of a freaking mountain, it was easy to see how they had done so.

“You see, your great, great, great, great grandmother was one of the original witches before she succumbed to the three brothers' greed, causing her to cast a curse on them and die. She fell in love but she was only loved for her wealth and they stabbed her in the back by trying to take her life. She gave them immortality as werewolves, riches, and the wealth they desired but their doom came in the form of a girl. She prophesied that her offspring would be their downfall. The brothers lived for centuries until your grandmother was born. They immediately assumed she was the one, but she wasn't, and when your mother was born, she became their next target. Your mother wasn't what they wanted; s

“Sorry, but I'm having trouble believing a talking skull has good intentions.” The air became cold as ice. He turned on his heels, cloak whirling furiously. “Talking skull? Oh, that,” he chuckled, drawing his hood back slightly and bringing his face into the light. The grinning skull shook with laughter. “Do I scare you, Callie Parker? Because underneath that pretty flesh, you're just like me.” He drew closer. “Do you know what the word grimnir means, Callie?” he asked, drawing his fingers across his stony brow. “Like grim? Yeah. Creepy. Like you.”

he declared as he ascended the stairs. . . Outside the house, the brothers looked at each other. "We're miserable!" they muttered in unison before walking away. Reaching the woods, they stripped before shifting into their wolf form. Soon three grey wolves, 2 brown wolves and 1 orange-furred wolf could be seen. They looked at each other and with a nod, they sprinted into the woods competitively. ... In their room, Emma and her husband were playing chess. "Those silly children. How can we be that shameless? They seriously look down on us. They needed to be taught a lesson." Emma said with a laugh.

I helped him and started cleaning the blood off his face. "Start from the beginning. Tell me everything." "I got mixed up with some bad people about six months ago. Started running product for them to make money. I thought it was just drugs but it was more than that. They were into things I didn't understand." "What kind of things?" "Supernatural things. Creatures and magic and shit that isn't supposed to be real." He grabbed my hand. "The Volkov brothers, the ones who run the Steel Vultures, they're not human. They're werewolves and they're dangerous."

He offered a chin lift and a quiet, “Hey.” “Crawl and Dex are my cousins,” Brad explained, stepping forward to clap Ronan’s shoulder. “They live here with me.” “And over here—” Brad motioned to the woman stepping in from the hallway, “—is my sister, Janet. And that’s her mate, Grimm.” Janet’s smile was warm, her hair pulled back in a messy braid, cheeks flushed like she’d just come from the stove. Grimm was towering, all shoulders and shadows, but his expression was surprisingly soft. He had the same eyes as Wallace—gray, calm, and unsettling in how much they saw. “Wallace’s brother,” he said simply, offering me a hand.

Grimm mused into his brew, "Wasn't Thomas the smithy?" "Come to think of it, aye." "Where'd Thomas go?" "I don't know, Grimm. That's why I asked you." "Well, somebody hired Adam." "You didn't?" "Nay. I thought you did, Hawk." "Nay. Maybe he's Thomas's brother and Thomas was taken ill." Grimm laughed. "Ugly Thomas his brother? Not a chance on that." "Get rid of him." "Adam?" "Aye." Silence. Then, "By the saints, Hawk, you can't be serious! "Tisna