The Grimm Brothers Novels & Stories

she looked back at me. I stopped at her comment. "I'm joking again, when will you get that I am." she again teased. I shook my head. We made our way to the back of a small cottage. I got nervous when I saw a group of werewolves who seemed the same age as us. Young, handsome men and beautiful females. They were all sitting at a small river chatting. Their attention turn to us as they sensed us. They all got up as if they wanted to leave. "She's my brother's savior, the human I told you about years ago," Cali told them.

And that is such a grand entrance for the guests he has been making a fuss about since this morning. Elias and Seraphina walked up to them with a radiant smile on their faces and stood just inches away from them. “Everyone pay homage to the Grand Princes of the Crimson Pack,” Elias announced, his voice echoing through the courtyard. “The Graves Princes—my mate's older brothers.” Oh… they were Seraphina's brothers? The infamous Graves twin. The handsome playboy bikers. Of course, I have heard about their ruthlessness. How they never forgive nor forget their enemies. You offend them—they come for you. They offend you—they still come for you.

Before we’re able to give any more speculation, two werewolves step out of the shadows. “G-Grimm…” Grimm puts his hand out in front of me. “Stay behind me.” We both begin to step back. “We… we need to run.” I stutter. This is when we hear more growling behind us. We’re surrounded. Two more werewolves come out of the shadows. Max is between us, afraid, trying to hide. “We’re going to die…” I whisper. Grimm takes in a deep breath as if preparing himself. “Get down.” As he says this, he lifts his hand, making a swinging motion toward the rogues, and a swarm of ravens rushes past us, hitting one of them like a bullet.

"These are my brothers, Dominic and Darius." Blackthorne. My blood turned to ice. Everyone knew about the Blackthorne Pack, they were the most feared wolves in the region. Ruthless, violent, and completely without mercy. What were they doing here? The brother on the left, Dominic, I assumed, gave me what might have been a smile if it wasn't so predatory. He was handsome in a way that would probably make most girls swoon, with golden hair and features that belonged in a magazine. But his eyes held the same dangerous glint as his brothers'.

“Not like that.” “Sure,” I mutter. He ignores me. “Those designations are then divided into three classifications.”He holds up one finger.“Grims. These wolves are always dominant. They’re the warrior class. Physical fighters. Strength and combat are their specialties.” His gaze sharpens slightly. This is the class all Alphas fall under.” So he is a Grimm… makes sense. He holds up a second finger. “Faints. Both dominants and submissives can be Faints. These wolves are shadow walkers, spies, and in certain cases, assassins.”

Redy growled coldly, without even a trace of pity. Ivy gripped the concrete floor with her trembling fingers. Her breathing was violently labored, her chest and entire body burning with unbearable pain. Her vision began to blur, replaced by black spots spinning before her eyes. Seeing her three brothers unleash such brutal fury, Sarah hurried forward several steps, stretching out both arms as though she were a loving guardian angel filled with pure compassion.

He gestured towards his brothers who stand up to flank him, their expressions still. Orfilia's eyes widened in surprise. "The—the Fuller brothers?" she screeched, her voice shaking with disbelief. She remembered hearing about the Fuller brothers, triplets who were notorious for being powerful werewolves with a strong pack. They were rumored to be ruthless and merciless, feared by humans and supernatural beings alike. The memory brought a sense of dread to Orfilia, realizing the dangerous situation she had found herself in. "You mean, the werewolf triplets?" Now that she realized this, she noticed the striking resemblance between all three of them.

Those men used to be the Blood Wolves enforcers, and they were nothing to be scoffed at! Still, Frank could see that Ted was doubting him, and for some reason, he remembered the two Hansen brothers. What was it that Larry said? Those two were the strongest martial artists of Zamri! Chuckling, he shook his head and asked Ted, "In that case, have you heard of the Hansen brothers?" "The Hansen brothers?" Ted was taken aback—he certainly had, as those two were famous! Pausing for a beat, he flashed a pained smile. "Actually, they are the Bleeders' boss and underboss respectively! The average martial artist can't even hope to match them!"

My long strands of hair hung over my eyes, I peeped through them up at Groban but one of the other Brothers yelled at me before kicking me hard against my ribs, forcing me to fall down again as I yelped. “Keep your head down little feral bitch, you don’t get to look up at us!” He shouted, turning his attention toward Groban he scoffed, “Are you sure about this baby brother? They’re feral, like vermin,” Groban smirked, “Yet you have about six of your own Dax,” Laughing the brother shook his head, “Yes but I know how to handle these things, give her to me I’ll break her in for you,” the brothers found pleasure in plummeting villages and taking human woman for themselves, treating them worse th

Flies, crows and vultures feasted on the carcass. "An entire village massacred," Stygian emphasized. "Julian what did you do?" her voice trembled. "The son of Castle, so far, one of the most brutal creature in history. One of his blood moon's display." "My mother and little brother," she sobbed. "None survived," Stygian replied. "The two unequal specie brothers are only but each others keeper. Their mother made sure of that." "Now, let's go child," Stygian turned her back. "I have plans for you."