The Grimm Brothers Novels & Stories

“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, ...?”

he said as he grabbed him by his collar to his brother "I'm so sorry!!" William pleaded with a bow shakily as he wiped his bleeding nose "Now get the f**k away!" Logan yelled at him That was how it continued... Both siblings fought for themselves.. but growing up..their relationship seemed to change, no longer loving and caring but the opposite. Now they're both 22 years old ~BACK TO REALITY~ Logan POV I ran my hands through my hair as I majestically stepped out of my room. I live with my parent in their mansion just for sometime. At the same time I have my own house and my parents built A mansion for the Greenwood pack how thoughtful of them.

It was great also when they found out about defects during the eclipse. So, these ancestors came together eventually and decided it was their duty to protect humans. They swore and made rules they sealed with their blood, so the hunt began. Gradually they started getting their enemies to fear them and, to this day, are still at it with werewolves. But Grimshaw was frustrating all their plans to put him in his place. He seemed to have it all figured out and was playing with them. Now, considering all this that had happened in the past, Helsinger already knew what the elders would think of.

Something my father never gave me, but something I could take for myself. My half-brothers, Helena’s precious twins, hated me for it. They mocked me whenever they got the chance and tried to undermine me at every turn. They even tried to have me killed once. But they underestimated me. I’d known about their dealings with the Grims for months—a dangerous rival pack we were forbidden from engaging with. The twins were involved in illegal trades and blood debts with them. I kept that knowledge to myself. Waited for the right moment. When I finally exposed them, my father had no choice. Pack law is clear on having any business with the Grims. He exiled them both.

"You hurt my daughter. You invaded my territory. And now... you stand in my path." Grimm laughed, a sound like grinding rocks. "You dare speak to me like that, human? I am Grimm! I have ruled the darkness for a thousand years! You are nothing but a speck of dust!" "Big words for someone about to die," I smirked. I fired instantly! Three bullets shot out like lightning, aimed at his heart and head! But Grimm didn't even flinch. He raised his massive dark sword and swung it horizontally! He sliced my bullets out of mid-air like they were made of paper!

They needed to save face and show they were brave, but something told the interviewers they had encountered something unforgettable. The soldiers for hire had haunted looks in their eyes, and the elders did not know if this was due to the imaginary monster or the werewolves they witnessed shifting in front of their eyes to battle the imaginary creature. The guild leaders were suspicious why such a thing had occurred and confronted Grayson about Brianna’s involvement.

Maxwell's screams echoed through the car pack, but Gracko just laughed, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Finally, unable to bear the pain any longer, Maxwell begged, "Please, stop! Just tell me what you want to know! What are the names of these brothers you're looking for? Maybe I've heard of them, or one of my associates has." Dracko's expression turned thoughtful, and he nodded. "Very well. The brothers we're looking for are Kyle, Eden, and Nathan." As Dracko spoke the names, Maxwell's mind went blank. He had never heard of them before. But then, something about the name Nathan seemed to ring a bell. He couldn't quite place it, but it was familiar.

The other leaders looked at him with varying degrees of annoyance. “This isn’t a joke,” Grim said, his voice low, still holding down his rage. “I’ve seen the bodies. I’ve seen the aftermath. And I’m telling you, this thing is real. It’s not a ghost, it’s not a rogue wolf, and it’s certainly not a fairy tale. It’s a threat. And if you don’t believe me, then we’ll all be paying the price sooner than you think.” The room fell into a tense silence. No one spoke for a long moment. Alistair stood again, his old eyes fixed on Grim.

They are mentioned in chilled whispers as "Death's Ice." The Grim Fangs Pack are the most hated and feared, including themselves, formerly a coven of witches that led the war against werewolves, only to be cursed by the Moon Goddess to become the very thing they hated. Their power and traits come from the very despair and hatred that stems from within.

"So what are they, exactly? Like I understand they are magic users." "From what I understand, they used to be a secret society. What was it they called themselves?" Prince Aeryck's brow furrowed as his frown deepened. "Grin? No. Starts with a G though." "Grimm?" My stomach fluttered. I thought of the giant book that my mother had read daily. A tale a day. All fairytales with sinister plots and even harsher endings. "That's it! The Grimm Society." The Grimm Society. As in brothers Grimm. What the hell had I gotten involved in by being a Bride?