A Fatal Grace Novels & Stories

She is fierce. Deadly. She makes him burn with desire, his wolf screaming mate! Grace has too many secrets, too many skeletons in her closet to stay. Can Duke convince her to stay? Who will pay for their crimes against her and what sacrifices will need to be made to when the truth comes out?She is fierce. Deadly. She makes him burn with desire, his wolf screaming mate! Grace has too many secrets, too many skeletons in her closet to stay. Can Duke convince her to stay? Who will pay for their crimes against her and what sacrifices will need to be made to when the truth comes out?

The sterile beeping of a life support machine was the only sound in the room. The metallic tang of blood filled my mouth, and pains coursing through my body. The door creaked open and Grace’s voice filtered through the haze, sharp and venomous. "You should have just died, Zara. Your miserable life should have ended a long time ago but you have been too stubborn." Grace gave a hollow, mocking laugh. "Now that you've ended up like this , it's only right that you die to cover up the forgery case," she added. Rage and fear surged through me, but my body betrayed me. I laid still, helpless and cold.

Father said as Halcyon huffed, not happy. But nevertheless, he turned to look at a waiting Alaric who had his arms crossed, a small, excited smile playing at his lips. He was clearly enjoying this moment of being at the top, and Halcyon could tell as he glared at the man, but was unable to say anything with father standing a few feet away from us "I am sorry, Alaric, for almost causing your wrongful demise. What must I do to earn your forgiveness?" His words, while lacking emotion, held some guilty truth to them when he spoke. It seems that he was, ever so slightly, regretting his actions.

she giggles drunkenly, feeling me harden instantly at her touch. Catching her wrists, I pin them against her chest. Grace’s head tips back, her sapphire eyes deep purple with a desire I’ve longed to see there. “God help me you don’t remember this, Grace. I want you more than anything on this earth. But not because you’ve had a few too many. I want you to choose me.” “I choose you,” she whispers before her eyes close and she slumps against the seat, passed out. Mercifully.

At first glance, it looks like a thin, harmless rod… but once inserted into the body, I press down on the top, and hooks spring out, tearing the insides. I circle around him, like a predator around its prey. He sweats. He trembles. I stop behind him. – You’re going to regret having breathed. I stab the spike into his thigh. He looks at me with irony. – Is that all you’re capable of? It seems you don’t deserve your nickname… "The Dead". I smile. Not a word. I press. He groans in pain. I pull out. Pieces of flesh remain stuck. I stab again. Again. Again. For fifteen minutes.

Fist clenched, breath drawn deep, I channeled strength into my core. My fist collided with the tree's trunk. Crack! Two fissures erupted from the point of impact, racing outward, splitting the trunk in two. Shock painted their faces. The tree's crown lurched, crashing down with a 'whoosh!' The earth trembled, leaves took flight. I shook out my hands and faced them squarely. "Had I actually pushed her, she'd be in the hospital right now." Alice's tears ceased, her complexion ghostly. Victoria's rage gave way to terror, her grip on Alice's arm so fierce that her nails could have drawn blood.

“It’s all real. Enough here to bring the SEC down on him. Maybe even criminal charges.” Grace nodded, looking exhausted but determined. “Then use it. Stop him before someone gets hurt… or worse.” She left as the sun was coming up. No guards, no protection. Just her, walking out into the morning light like she had nothing left to lose. I watched her go and felt this heavy dread settle in my stomach. We’d taken everything from Harrison Jr., his reputation, his company, and now his sister. The one person he actually loved had turned against him. A man with nothing left is the most dangerous kind. Would we ever see Grace Blackwood alive again? Or had we just sent her straight into the fire?

And for the first time… I stop fighting. Grace, the last daughter of Alpha Leo, dies in the snow. And the war changes forever.

23— Flashback- two! “Winning the battle is okay. But never choosing to feel defeat with failure is better.” —Saumya Tripathi Her accident had turned into a tragedy for him to bear. Even now, when he blinked to clear his vision, he was shaking somewhat still inside the memory, which refused to leave his mind even to this very day. Running his slightly shaky hands over his already messed-up hair, he clenched them together in his tight fists. His already gritted teeth made his jaws sharp-angled and his cheekbones more prominent than ever. At that moment he looked so different, maybe strange even if someone were to see him.

I asked in a very small voice that I couldn't recognize. He stared at me blankly like there was absolutely nothing wrong in what he had said. “Some funeral?” I asked again. He had said and done a lot of hurtful things since the first day I stepped feet here but all of those paled in comparison to this. “You fucking lost a soldier! A soldier that dedicated her life to this pack! A soldier that stood at the front line of each war, ready to take a bullet and what not for this pack! A soldier that had to leave her family each time a war broke out without knowing if that would be the last time she would ever see them! A soldier that would lay down her life for you, for this pack, in a heartbeat,