The Grimm Brothers Novels & Stories

She affirmed, "Lucian and Lucifer are notorious psychopathic serial killers brothers who take delight in leaving a trail of blood, despair, and death in their wake. We have been in search of both brothers for years now, luckily we were able to track them down to this town," "They are serial killers?" Tommy asked, it still didn't explain how they could dismember bodies like wolves. "They are, and mostly use their pet wolves to kill their victims," She said as though reading his thoughts, "They like to torture their victims alive and watch them get torn apart," Mr Oliver suddenly collapsed to the floor, Dante with a quick reaction was able to catch him before he slammed hard to the floor. "Wha

“I’d rather follow him then the Lord of Lies.” After Grimm collected the two souls from the car Mila was in, he turned around to face his brother. He was trying to figure out why his brother would come to him, knowing he was working. As he walked over to the other that had souls for him to collect as well, he realized his brother was following him. “Why are you here, Gabriel?” Grimm asked, looking at his brother with irritation. “You know I am working?” “Yes, I understand. You pick up souls for a living.”

David said. After he said that, he heard someone laughing carefreely. “Hahaha!” It was from that kneeling middle-aged man. The collateral relatives of the Grim family had devastated looks on their faces. Grandmaster Grim and the cores were dead, which meant the family was also doomed. Even if some of the direct descendants could return from their explorations, they might not dare to show their faces anymore. They could only live in the darkness and conceal their identities. David frowned and looked at the laughing man.

“My name is Hadrian Grayson. I used to be a powerful warlock, but now I'm a vampire. Never have I imagined waking up one day and becoming a bloodsucker. Would my sister forgive me for doing this to myself?” Hadrian proclaimed as he locked his hand behind his back, gazing at the bright sun which hid behind the horizon. He sighed as he looked at his finger, he managed to steal one of the vampire rings that were left behind by some vampires who were murdered while trying to stop Diana and Aurelius. Closing his eyes, he left himself to feel the warmth of the air.

Their parents would stand by, beaming, with Giselle perched on their shoulders. Winter had always been a season of joy to their family. Now, only Gerald and Gary were left. Gerald lit a cigarette, looking as though he were on the verge of a total collapse. Gary's bloodshot eyes stared at the Christmas tree in the corner, haunted by memories of decorating it with Giselle. He remembered pretending to be Santa Claus, sneaking into her room to leave a handmade gift. Gary looked like death warmed over. Both brothers sighed simultaneously, a crushing weight settling over them.

When it stopped and people formed a semicircle around the grave where Makar would soon be lowered, I still couldn’t fully grasp what was happening. But when I reached the front row, I couldn’t hold back the tears. Mom appeared beside me just in time, placing her hands on my shoulders, trying to comfort me while crying herself. Then it hit me—like a live wire. My entire body jolted as I scanned the crowd, searching for the source. There they were. The Darvin brothers. One looked at me as if he wanted to kill me. The other openly mocked me, dragging his gaze over me without shame. Their grandfather was being buried, and they were staring at me like that… I couldn’t even find the right word for

"Who am I serving?" The door of the middle SUV opened. A guy stepped out, looking like he had just walked off a runway in Paris, except for the fact that his eyes were glowing a dangerous, predatory gold. He looked at me, and then he looked at the other two cars. Two more guys stepped out. They were identical. Sharp jawlines, messy black hair, and that same terrifying, beautiful face. The Triplet Heirs. The Blackwood brothers. Lucius, Silas, and Jax. They were the future of the werewolf world, and they were famous for being the most ruthless, arrogant, and cruel men alive.

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.

I watched in horror as Grimm held my son’s arm over his father’s body, letting the blood drip into the wound on his stomach. “Grimm, that’s enough!” Jace shouted at his brother. “Alright, alright.” Grimm said as he licked his finger and ran it on the cut he placed on his nephew. He walked over to me and I snatched my son from his arms. I held my baby, who was just sniffling. I glared at Grimm who smirked at me before he spun around and turned to Dominic. “This better work, too.” Nancy said. “Oh, my dear sister, but it has.” Grimm said, clapping his hands. “I knew that’s what he needed. Some pure wolf blood from a baby. The next best thing to Triniti’s blood.”

"Proceed to the next action! Collect the souls!" ❇❇❇ Rain started to pour heavily as orcs and giants came down from the ship. They hustled their way out of the tall building and slaughtered every normal they could find. They collected their souls, placing them in a cell-like bag as the normals just start to disappear, turning into white orbs of energy. The normals couldn't see them, leaving them defenseless and without any idea what was upon them. Laughing hysterically for another feast they are taking, they hurriedly scattered themselves into the streets of the near-barren city.