A Fatal Grace Novels & Stories

"Yes... I want vengeance." Seeing he had come to his senses, Uncle Zac pulled the silver cross pendant from his pocket and held it in front of Farrow's face. The cold silver glint stung Farrow's eyes. "Use your head, Farrow." "The M.E. just said Grace has been dead for at least forty-eight hours." "But just yesterday, Betty came to you with this cross, crying that Grace threw it in her face." "How does a dead woman show up on the street to throw her pendant at Betty?"

"Because your existence blocks my path. Enjoy your final moments, Sylvie. From now on, you don't exist." "Is that right?" The corner of my mouth twitched upward. Chloe froze. "What?" I slowly stood up, brushing the dust off my knees. The pained look on my face vanished. Chloe's jaw practically hit the floor. "But... the heart attack! Why aren't you dead?" I said coldly, "If I hadn't played dead, how would I have gotten you to admit you were trying to murder me?" She blinked, then scoffed, regaining her composure. "So what? You can't call the cops. You aren't actually hurt. Worst-case scenario, I get detention and a lecture."

“That’s why you are angry with Alec. He killed Lucian, your father, because of Elizabeth. I’m… I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say. It was my grandmother who was the reason of what happened to him and I feel sorry for that. I’m so sorry, Lucius. I’m so sorry.” He held my hand and kissed me on forehead. “Shh. No need to apologize. You have nothing to say sorry about. This is not about you being related to Elizabeth. I don’t even blame her at all. You know who is to blame with all that’s happening? Alec. He killed my father and ruined my younger years. He ruined Elizabeth’s life that’s why she had to leave him and end his own life. All because of him, Maddy. He caused all of it, all our miseri

Thus, Grace stood up, “So, I’ve enjoyed myself thoroughly tonight. I suddenly recall that I’ve something to settle. I’ll take my leave then.” Cecelia exclaimed in disappointment, “We’ve just finished eating and you’re leaving already? What’s the matter, it is really so urgent?” Of course it was urgent, it was a matter of life and death! If she did not leave soon, she would be killed by the flying daggers from William’s eyes! “It’s a little urgent,” Grace hurried outside as she said, “I’ll visit again when I’m free.” “Okay then, drive safe,” Cecelia walked her to the door.

Sophia's finger tightened on the trigger. Grace could see it. The small movement. The decision being made. This was it. This was how she died. On a frozen lake. At midnight. Shot by someone she once called her best friend. Grace had imagined death before. But never like this. Never this cold. Never this sad. She thought about Aiden. About her family. About everything she'd fought for. And she felt tired. So tired of fighting. Maybe it was easier to just let go.

The mention of my code name sent my heart racing, my breath catching in my throat. Grace's expression softened, almost maternal. "I am honored you chose to follow in my footsteps. But you must understand something. As much as we help others, as much as we punish those who deserve it, we also feed the darkness in ourselves. And if we do not have a source of light, a strong one, to keep us balanced…" She trailed off, her gaze distant, as though she were staring at her own ghosts. "We may lose ourselves. Excuse me," she said, brushing past me and leaving me alone with my thoughts.

“That baby is your shield now. That baby is your crown. Master Dacre would rather die than see that baby hurt.” I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes. “I wonder if Dacre will select her,” I said after a while. “I don’t know,” she said softly. “But I know this. If he does, it’s not your fault. You did nothing wrong.” “Fuck,” I said as I could feel the tears coming down my face. “I don’t need to let her know I’m crying because of her.” “Then don’t,” Grace said. “Cry here, cry with me, but not in front of her. She will feed on your tears.”

"Let’s quit stalling and finish the job before she runs to Killian and spills everything. If he finds out, we're dead." "Use your head, you bloody fool!" Grace barked, her voice echoing sharply against the walls. "We can't just 'kill' her anymore. She’s way more powerful than us. If we go after her head-on, we’re signing our own death warrants." "Then what’s the plan, huh?" Maya shot back, her patience wearing thin. "Do we just sit here and twiddle our thumbs while she tears our lives apart?"

“What are you wearing?” I stopped. Grace stood in the corridor, dressed entirely in black. Her gaze dropped to my gown. Then her face hardened. “White?” I glanced down. She shoved me. I stumbled backward. “Today is the anniversary of my cousin's death.” My throat tightened. “I am sorry.” Grace laughed. “He was slaughtered by Rivercrest.” She said, her eyes burned into mine. “And you walk into Fireclaw wearing white?” “I didn't know.” “That excuse again.” She stepped closer.

“Why aren’t you replying to my messages anymore, Grace? Is this how you want to avenge your mother’s death?! I’ve been asking you to keep me updated but your last message was about Damon’s sister? Does Damon even have a sister? Instead of falsely accusing me why don’t you clench your fist in anger and avenge your mother?! I’ve told you countless times how your mother died and you’ve grieved with me. Stop making me feel like I’m the only one who cares about her. I will never let Marcy Veyra’s death slide. This is the type of spirit I want you to have!” The letter came to a conclusion. My stomach sank and my heart became heavy. I could barely recall how to inhale and exhale properly. My vision