Novel & Cerita A Fatal Grace

I hardly knew Noah, but I could tell we were thinking the same thing. “Nicholas,” Noah said slowly, placing a hand on Nicholas’s shoulder, “maybe you should give it some more time before—” “I said, I believe her,” Nicholas snarled, wrenching his shoulder away from Noah’s grip. “And I plan on getting her out before the guild kills her down here. If she knows something, anything, about who or what led to my mother’s death, then I can’t just stand by and let them… erase her.” I didn’t have a response to that. How could I? He was right. The guild wouldn’t hesitate to silence Grace if they thought she was no longer useful. Or for all we knew, she would die of cold and starvation down here.

"Today, if you don't die, then there's no justice in the world." "Fallen Grace… I should have thought of that sooner," Andrew muttered. Fallen Grace was a toxin made specifically to target high-level martial artists. It had no taste or color and caused no immediate symptoms. It was so potent that even the strongest could be dragged from the heavens, which was exactly how it earned its name. This deadly poison was only effective against high-level martial artists. Ordinary martial artists, even martial kings, would not be greatly affected. If a normal person consumed it, nothing would happen at all.

" My heart hammered in my chest as Grace turned and sauntered towards the exit, her laughter echoing in my head. I looked down at the blood pooled around Emilio and me, a chilling reminder of the violence that had unfolded. Anger surged within me, propelling me forward with a fierce determination. Without a second thought, I bolted up and sprinted towards Grace, my movements fueled by adrenaline. With a forceful shove, I sent her tumbling down the stairs, her body crashing against the hard floor. Her head split open, and she lay there, motionless. I stood there, frozen in shock, staring at what I had done. Grace's lifeless body lay at the bottom of the stairs, her eyes open but unseeing. I f

*Grace will die,* I decided, my hands clenching into fists. *Whatever it takes, however long it takes—she will die, and Jace will finally understand that I'm the only one who ever truly deserved him.* But the mining complex disaster had proven one thing clearly: I couldn't eliminate Grace with the resources I currently had available. Her grandfather's intelligence networks were too comprehensive, her own tactical skills too advanced, and the partnership she'd formed with Jace too strong for simple assassination attempts to succeed.

Charlie being a vampire changes our history and her feelings towards me are all a painful past she can look back and smile with no regrets while I was mortal even if I was a supernatural. Death was the natural order of living things and I would face it shortly especially if Rogue brings the prophesy about the war to fulfillment. Grace started to stir in her sleep before her eyes fluttered open slowly. She looked at the ceiling with so much unfamiliarity before her eyes found mine. We remained frozen in our positions before a faint smile panted on her face before dropping. “Eli… jah.” Grace said weakly as she tried to sit up. “Don’t get up.” I said as she fell down on the bed with a soft plop

“You think I don’t know that you purposely blamed your miscarriage on Arla, don’t you? You won’t escape punishment here, and she won’t let you off the hook either!” Rebecca’s face fell. I was not that happy to see them fight amongst themselves. Although I had sought justice for myself, I was dead. Their shameful pretense of love had been exposed before me. It was pathetic, but I was heartbroken. My spirit had been through the wringer. I could see that I would soon disappear from this world. I could not waste a second longer. With that in mind, I pushed myself to fly toward my daughter. She blinked and stared at me curiously. Then, she grinned.

If this keeps going. “Winny,” I called out, trying to stay as calm as I could be. “You need to calm down.” Winny shifted her gaze to me swiftly, her face softened for a heartbeat before her rage took over again. “Grace is dead, Sean,” her normal voice came back. “She is dead! I have no use for living. Each one of them will pay.” She turned to them. “And they will pay with blood.” “Winny. Listen. You can bring her back, you have tried this before. You can do it before it’s too late.”

"And her father's locked up. And forty-seven people are comatose. And how many others are erased permanently? How much damage before we admit the truth?" "Which is?" "Grace needs to die." Jennifer said it flatly. Certainly. "Before she accidentally destroys everything. Before her experiments kill us all. Before she—" Grace disappeared. Not phase-shift. Not teleportation. Just—gone. And I felt it through the collective. Felt her quantum signature scattering. Felt her doing what Jennifer suggested. Felt my daughter trying to kill herself to protect everyone else. "No!" I screamed. Reached through dimensional framework. Grabbed for Grace's fragmenting consciousness. "Grace, don't—"

Grace didn’t move at all. “He lives near you,” Cain added. “Use that. Charm him. Or poison him. Just don’t screw it up.” No one spoke as they walked back to their cars. The silence between them was thick with dread—and something else. Something darker. That night, Grace stood in the audience of Lily’s school recital, her hands clapping to the rhythm of a glittery choreographed number. She smiled, waved, mouthed *I love you*. In her purse: a photo of Devon Marks, his address, and a gun with the safety off.

Then, one night while driving a drunken Abigail home, she drove the car off the cross-sea bridge. I watched in shock as Grace smiled and pinned a dried lily of the valley to her chest. The next second, she rushed toward the bridge barrier without hesitation. "If I had known that it would end like this, I should have taken you away no matter the cost." Those were the final words Grace spoke before her death. Remembering the shock of that moment, I looked at Grace before me, briefly lost in thought. "What are you thinking about?" she asked. Her pleasant voice reached me, and my Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously. I was just about to answer when a discordant voice shattered the moment.