***Disclaimer: This is a work of Fan Fiction. It is an adaptation of the characters created and owned by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm. This story is not associated with Disney’s adaptations, their added characters, or story elements. *** Rafe pulled on his collar. They received new clothing and their hair had been cut into the ...

Rumors of a blank book that told any story you wanted caused me to go to the library one day. Opening the large door that led inside, the smell of books and dust filled my nostrils. It was enough to make me sneeze, which caused the few people inside to look at me funny. “Sorry,” ...

***Disclaimer: This is a work of Fan Fiction. It is an adaptation of the characters created and owned by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm. This story is not associated with Disney’s adaptations, their added characters, or story elements. *** Read the previous installments here. Wilhelm shook. He felt it in his hands, the slight quiver of ...

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 The training to learn spirit magic hadn’t gone as well as Annabelle had hoped. In fact, whenever she tried to summon the spirits from the river, the trees, the grass beneath her feet, nothing answered. The only thing she could feel were the words ...

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Feel the magic in your veins, let it flow through you. Feel it, hear it, taste it. Control it. Annabelle exhaled hard as she shifted her weight, holding one of her hands out before her. Svario stood opposite of her, holding a sword in his hand, grinning ...

Part 1 | Part 2 Annabelle never thought she would hold a sword in her life. The wooden practice sword weighed heavily in her hand as she held it, and her arm wobbled. Sean had, once again, surprised her. This time with a swordsman that would train them in the art of sword fighting. After ...

The forest wept silent tears of nothing as the miasma flowed between its tall cedarwood trees. The animals were silent; those that remained, anyway. The ones that sensed danger had all left before. The miasma seemed to come from nowhere, from nothing. It swept its way through the forest, once magical and alive, and turned ...

There was a legend about the well in the garden — one filled with wonder and magic. No one knew the secrets it held; perhaps a portal to another world, maybe just a simple well. Adults told children to stay away, for fear faeries would come and whisk them away. Typical cobblestone shaped the well, ...