The Grimm Brothers Novels & Stories

Ilkay sounds torn between relief and disappointment, which is … concerning. I swear I have undivulged, lurking, murderous, psychopaths for brothers. “For now. They’re both in the car.” “Both?” A heavy sigh crackles over the line. “Turns out there’s one more Grimm.” Another look passes between my brothers, dense with secrets and testosterone. My stomach twists. Is he talking about HIM? “Long story,” Jackson adds. “Point is — we fixed it.” “And the snow was awesome, by the way,” Axel chimes in, loud and cheerful, drilling straight into my skull. Definitely on speaker.

Snow White jolted as he fingered and licked her at the same time. "Grimm, your turn. Make it quick." "I know, I know. A lush, white thing like this... I’ll probably blow the second I’m inside." Grimm, the second brother, moved in and slid into her slit, making her body twitch uncontrollably. The men crowded around, stroking themselves, watching the giant spear hammer in and out of her small, pouting hole until it was stretched to its limit. THUD THUD THUD! "Ah... Sss... ooh... I’m going! I’m going!" Grimm hammered her without holding back, using her wet pink slit to milk him dry. Finally, he tensed up, burying his shaft to the hilt and throwing his head back.

“I mean, no respect, Alpha, but how would five of us attack that pack with Grim around? You are sending us to our death" Alpha Killian released a loud, powerful growl and hit his fist on his table. “Grim! Grim! Grim! Is he not a man like you? I need you to save my sister, and besides, he is not around. He went on a trip. Make sure you rescue my sister or don't come back, or else I will kill you,” he shouted. “Grim is a hybrid, Alpha. He literally killed half of our pack because we formed an alliance with his enemy. Send more of us; five of us can't take down Grim, and you know it,” Lia said.

Cora grimaced. We were standing outside, watching the three Gray brothers acting like utter idiots in the snow. It had snowed hard all night and now the entire GrayCrest pack seemed like a winter wonderland. Logan was building…or trying to build a snowman and Noah was helping him out, pointing out everything he was doing wrong and urging Logan to let him help.

The twins’ graves were adorned with fresh blooms daily. And Cedric? He slept in the chamber most nights. Not to mourn. But to remember. To sharpen his will. To plan. In the closing days of that first month, Grimm’s name began to spread through the underworld of Country L like wildfire. Two bribed officials were found dead, one from snake venom, the other from frostbite despite the summer heat.

“Let’s get one thing straight—I know damn well the only reason some of you even tolerate me is because you want me to finish what you couldn’t: destroy the Royal City. You want a war. You want blood. But I’m telling you now, that’s not the war knocking at our door.” A low murmur rolled through the chamber like thunder on the horizon. Alpha Oscar of Hillspark narrowed his gaze. “Then what kind of enemy are we talking about?” I drew in a breath and let it out slowly, feeling the gravity of what I was about to say. “They call themselves Grimhowl. I don’t know what the fuck that means—but they’re no ordinary wolves.” I paused, watching confusion crawl across their faces. “They… lacked souls.” “L

I added, curious to know what Wilder must’ve said to him. Grimm swallowed hard. “I’m sorry.” He apologized, his breathing heavy. I rolled my eyes. “That wasn’t the question I asked you,” I said as I leaned forward. “Why did you do it, Grimm?” He let out a deep sigh. “I don’t know….he convinced me.” “Convinced you to do what?” I asked, my voice firm. He rubbed the back of his head. “He told me he was sorry about my brother’s death and said killing him wasn’t going to change anything.”