The GriMM Tales

Abandoned as a babe and raised in The Queen's court, Red has always been an outsider. When he ventures towards the Dark Forest on an important quest to save his kingdom from the grips of a cruel famine, the last thing he needs is a massive grey wolf stalking him. A wolf who makes it clear that Red looks like a very tasty snack.

Cinder-Szule Reinholz has no intention of marrying his kingdom's rake of a prince. His place in the world is to keep his incompetent, destitute household afloat. It's the only respectable thing he's managed since his mother wasted her dying breath tasking him to do good, and the sins he's stacked against that duty grow by the day—along with the bastards he's stabbed and left for dead.

Johan had resigned himself to spending his life alone. Until them. Until two sets of scared but fierce amber eyes peer at him through curtains of silky white hair, and Johan's heart takes on a new beat. A beat he can't ignore. Despite escaping their captors, a dark cloud looms over Elias and Henrik's heads. They were bought and paid for, after all.

Adalwin has always been a prince. Born into royalty as the heir to the throne of Hallin, he was raised to rule a kingdom. Only, the one he receives is not the one he expected. Cruelly cursed and presumed dead by all who once knew him, his kingdom is now made up of a murky glen where water-splashers dwell and crooked linden trees block the light. Sitting on a throne built from bracken and moss, his only subjects are those creatures that won't run in terror at first glance. After all, who could swear fealty to a monster?