Grimtales Stories

Hush now, little scrapings of the cave wall, pull your moss blankets up to your twitching ears, and stop chewing on that bone. Extinguish your glow-bugs and listen close, because the peat fire is dying down and the mountain mists are creeping past the threshold. No, put away those moldy human picture books with their pale, shivering maidens and preachy little mortals. Tonight, I'm reading to you the real history of our forest-the tales our ancestors carved into the slate walls of the Schwarzwald-Spire. Closer now. Let me tell you about Emberly Eponine, a proud centaurin maid who didn't wait around for magic to save her from her wicked step-family, but forged her own destiny with a heavy golden horseshoe and a midnight gallop that left a certain royal prince eating her dust. And don't you dare fall asleep before we get to the tale of the silver-tongued vampire who tried to lock away a high-tower celestial, only to find out that hair spun from moonlight makes a terrible ladder for intruders, but an excellent garrote. We'll hear about the seven orc smiths deep in the subterranean forges who took in a hunted half-fae princess, not to play house, but to forge weapons of rebellion against an envious elven queen whose mirror told her a few too many home truths. We'll roam the mist-choked marshes where the clever swamp-witches outsmart the werewolf packs, and where little celestial wanderers wear mantles of starlight not to hide from wolves, but to hunt them in the deep, dark pines. These aren't bedtime warnings to keep you obedient, little ones. They are the blood, the bone, and the magic of the world we actually rule. So close your eyes, breathe in the scent of damp earth and woodsmoke, and listen to how the creatures of the dark rewrote the end of the world.

Quá khứ trôi qua như một cơn gió ... Vô tình và nhanh chóng... Những ngày hạnh phúc ... Những đau đau khổ ... Biến mất như chưa hề tồn tại... Tại nơi sâu thăm của thế giới ... Chúng ta - Những kẻ nắm trong tay quyền lực tuyệt đối ... Ngồi đây tiếc thương cho những kẻ từng chống đối bọn ta ...

A one-shot in a hundred words for a competition called "Grim Tales". *** © All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form, by any means, electronic, mechanical, photo-copying, recording, or otherwise, without the written permission of the publisher and copyright owners (Me). Please do not attempt to claim this as your own. I have written this one-shot, so it is rightfully mine. Despite the fact it is only one-hundred words, copying or stealing this would be illegal. The background of this story derived from the Grim Tales, but other than that, it is solely my work.

Soul eater and Grim tales crossover story I just thought of this so yeah no likey no ready What happens when Death the kid met the children of Hell's Grim Reaper and demon will they be friends or be enemy's, find out by reading the story P.S: I drew the cover by the way Also this will be [ON HOLD]

I don't own the original drawings. I only modified these. 3NJ0Y.

!!TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE!! This story shows a girl named Minnie M. being a Myth in the underworld for being an immortal soul on earth to save humans and kill the monsters who tries to go on earth. Until a boy named Grim Junior was tired on hearing it. This fanfiction is based on Grim Tales From Down Below.

🦝🔱In the shadow of the 80s, two gangs of high school boys turn a quiet creek into a battleground, wielding tridents in a savage fight for dominance. As the water runs red and bodies fall, nature watches with eerie patience, ready to feast on the aftermath.🐟

Dive into this book, packed with thrilling, scary (or not so scary) twisted tales Keep scrolling the pages.....to the next story...Sixteen Grim Tales #9 in Grim Tales 20th August 2023

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