A Fatal Grace Summary Novels & Stories

The owner of the lamb had been killed, and to teach Grace a lesson, the lamb was thrown into the fireplace of this very dining room, where it was locked and burned alive while she listened to its cries. Her single mistake had caused five deaths, and she was solely responsible for them. Grace had cried that night, her mother patting her to sleep after witnessing the gory event at such a young age. Afterward, she had been extremely careful. Unlike Dallion, Grace had traits that made her seem more human than a bloody mafia creature when compared to her siblings. Dallion glanced at Grace, who still stared at the wall for a brief moment before resuming her meal. A faint smile appeared on her lips

Dad has been nursing her at the hospital for the past five years, and the Charlie Mansion is just too empty without my precious sister, which is why I have moved to her workshop, which is also her burial ground. I had made the workshop just like she wanted because I owe her that much. I should at least protect her dreams since I failed to protect her. Her grave lay at the center of the apartment, and I feel closer to her, more like she is still with me whenever I wake up and see her grave. I care for her grave myself; I don't even let Zack near her. Although Dad had saved me from being killed, I still cannot forgive him for being late and getting her killed. We never wanted this life, and he

James slashed into the whipper’s neck and shook, a demon with his first meal in months. Screams…silence…death… Just like that, Grace was freed from whatever had bound her. She straightened. Sharp lances of pain shot from her back, spiraling through the rest of her. She hardly noticed. Her gown sagged from her shoulders, momentarily exposing her breasts. Hurriedly she righted the material, holding it up.

"Don't be naive. Wall Street is not a place where a miner's-town girl changes the rules with pretty speeches. My family has roots here. Networks, funds, board seats. You can't pick those up by having dinner with the right men a few times." I listened quietly. Under that elegant face, what had been hidden for fifty years finally showed itself. A stolen name, a stolen identity, a stolen life, and still the same arrogance. She was not Grace Walker. Grace Walker was my grandmother, who had died with her eyes open, still whispering the name of the man who had promised to come back. I tightened my palm and kept my voice cold. "Are you done? Mrs. Hale, the result will not change. Please leave."

"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?"

“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?

“Now, let her go.” Before I can react, Lilith pulls a small knife from the inside of her cloak and holds it against Grace’s neck. Tears rush down Grace’s face, but she doesn’t fight against her. “No!” I scream into the night, and I can feel the protective barrier behind me shatter into a million pieces as my emotions rage out of control. Rushing towards Lilith with my sword hoisted over my head I try to drive the sword into Lilith’s shoulder, but a gust of wind knocks me backwards and I fall to my knees. Just as I raise my head I see Lilith run the blade of the knife across Grace’s neck and Grace falls lifeless to the ground.

I follow behind her as soon as my brain function returns, and Daniel whispers "shit' under his breath before following me. Hope and dread are tearing my heart apart as I take the steps two at a time, but before I reach the room, I hear Tabitha sob. I instantly know Grace passed away while we were all downstairs trying to piece our pack back together. Her mother wolf most likely didn't survive the death of her soulmate, and since Grace didn't have a wolf any longer, her body stopped healing. Gary inflicted wounds that would have been fatal if Grace had been a human. The only reason she was still alive was because her inner animal was fighting. Without a mate, her wolf had no reason to fight t

he felt so out of place at this point. "Wilberforce I am sorry.Its the devil's work"he said pleading for his life. "And you still have the guts to respond to me while sitting your stupid ass on my bed?"he screamed at him while coming to attack him. Johnson was lucky enough to dodge his hit.He immediately ran outside and Wilberforce chased him. Not so long later,he came into the room,Gladys was already putting on a robe.She knelt down and began to beg him. "I am so sorry honey.I can explain"she said apologetically.

“A hunter did.” I held out the card. Grace read it without touching it. Her mouth tightened. Then she moved to the chair by the fire and sat down like her knees had finally remembered her age. I remained standing. If I sat, I might fall apart. “Was Lila’s baby really gone?” I asked. Grace looked at the fire. The flames popped softly, bright and domestic, completely inappropriate for the shape of the moment. “Yes,” she said. The room held still. Then she added, “But not dead.”