A Fatal Grace Novels & Stories

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

Salvador didn't grant Grace a swift death. Instead, he commanded that her legs be shattered—one brutal strike at a time. Flesh split, blood pooled, and gleaming white bone pierced through torn skin. The pain was so unbearable that Grace lost consciousness multiple times. After hours of torment, she was unceremoniously cast aside, her broken form left to suffer in the Cold Palace. Salvador personally led Caden to the Cold Palace, his expression as cold as the wind that swept through its desolate halls.

I walk on the land that gave me my Luna, the castle she was raised in now beneath my feet. “How did we get here?’’ a voice whispered close to me, I needed not to turn around to know who it was. Grace came from the Golden Coven to help after the strategy that had left my sister on the line between death and the living. She is not dead, nor is she alive, but having a funeral for her was the best possible way to keep things under wraps.

The underworld never slept, and tonight was no different. Grace sat at the long table while swirling the whiskey in her glass. The men around her spoke in hushed tones, but she caught every word. She had been raised in rooms like this. This was her world. But tonight, she knew something was different. "Have you heard?" a man to her left spoke in intrigue. "Adrian Blackwood is dead. Assassinated in Raeburn Asylum." A ripple of murmurs spread across the table. Some smirked, others leaned in wanting to join in the talk. Grace didn't react. She simply lifted her glass to her lips, taking a slow sip, pretending her heart hadn't just clenched at the mention of her cousin's name.

Frederick had been so kind to her; she couldn't bear to see him get hurt. But staying silent felt risky too. The moment Grace heard "Mr. York," her face drained of color. She stumbled back and collapsed to the ground. The scene left everyone baffled. How could the formidable Grace be reduced to such a state by a seemingly timid young woman? They had no idea that Grace's past held a terrifying secret. Her former brother-in-law, Frederick York was presumed dead. In Grace's eyes, Fredrick was dismembered in a horrific accident while trying to save them on the Monroe family's cruise. Ever since Grace had been plagued by nightmares of his bloodied face.

“Grace Rights, a private investigator who helped reveal the hidden secret of the Fred family, was shot after she left court happily with the good news of Benita Celestine's freedom. It was stated that all her family was wiped out by Reyna Fred, who faced no consequences for her actions, and she has been on her case since then, finally got justice, only to be shot a few hours later. Grace Rights has been confirmed dead.” A soft gasping caught my attention, and I glanced towards where it was coming from, only to see Nikita's world had narrowed to a suffocating bubble of heat and dread. Her skin was slick, glistening, a cold, alarming sweat that soaked the collar of her shirt and beaded relentl

Jack’s voice echoes like thunder, and suddenly—silence. Everything stops. No one breathes. Not a single soul dares to move. My eyes are still glued to the ground—on Grace’s lifeless body. Her long blonde hair fans out beneath her like a twisted golden halo. Her eyes are wide open. Her neck bent at an unnatural angle. She’s dead. Truly, finally dead. And for a moment, I can’t believe it. The crazy bitch is gone.

Grace advised the obstinate lady coldly. “Drip.” “Drip.” “Drip.” How long had it been since she wept and cried? She could not recall anything, but on this specific day and in a matter of seconds, she had been defeated. If there was one flaw that would lead to her demise in this life, it was her children, and these demonic fiends had certainly hit her where it hurts. “Do not put me to the test!” Felicia yelled again, earning Grace a nasty stare.

Every step felt like a mile, and the sound of their hearts beating in unison was the only music they could hear in the cold palace air. "I am so sorry that I was mean to you and that I thought you were my enemy, when you were really just another victim of a man who knows nothing about loyalty or love. We will face the King together, and we will make sure that Lucas pays for what he has done to our family and to our honor as werewolves," Grace said. She squeezed Katy’s hand one last time before they pushed open the heavy oak doors to the throne room, ready to let the secret go and let the storm begin.