Alias Grace Novels & Stories

Amice walked to us and weirdly she gave me something that seemed like a genuine smile. “Luna Jade” she greeted bowing her head. “Hey amice” I awkwardly said. She gave me another smile before turning to Keanu “Welcome Alpha” She moved to where Grace sat and we followed. “Grace” Keanu leaned forward to kiss her on both cheeks. “To what do I owe this visit from the Alpha and Luna of our pack,” Grace asked while ushering us to a seat with her hand. Amice sat beside her as Keanu explained the purpose of our visit

The surface rippled like water before sharpening into an image. Luna. The Alpha Queen stood on her balcony, silver hair shimmering under the fading moonlight, her gaze fixed on the horizon. Kael stood beside her, their connection visible even through the glass—their bond, their passion. Morrakai sneered. "Love. Lust. Weakness."

Fix all the broken things around the pack lands and removing all the rubble and broken trees. More importantly we spent it helping the families that had lost someone and supporting those that had lost their mate as that was one of the hardest things to ever having to deal with, literally loosing the other part of your soul, no one could ever fully recover from that and most chose not to stay in this world.

She began to understand that Adro might have come from a place that sounded low-tech, like in the Middle Ages. "Oh, and you can call me Grace instead. No need to add 'Ms' before my name," She continued with a smile. "Very well … Grace." Adro nodded with a faint smile, increasing his beauty value by ten points. "Grace, I believe you now understand that I have to return to my palace. Since you know this place so well, do you think you could help me?" Adro asked. Grace was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Honestly I-"

I asked, crouching down like her. She nodded once before a crystal-like fluid glimmered at the edge of her eyes. "I'm scared. No one loves me." My instinct told me to hug her, so I extended my arms, wrapping her in my embrace, and whispered, "I'm awso sad, but it's awight. We can be fwiends if you wike. I'm Iwy, you'we Gwace, wight?" She corrected as she chuckled. "It's Grace, Ily."

Understanding flickers there. “You must be Aliya,” she says gently. I swallow. “Yes.” She inclines her head. “I am Grace. Luna of this pack.” The name lands with weight. *Luna.* The mate of the Alpha. The heart of the pack. The crowd parts further, giving us space. I’m acutely aware of how many eyes are on us, how many senses are tuned to Jackson’s unstable power. And yet there’s no fear in them. No hostility. Only respect. Relief, even.

"Mon amie." Atlas' face pinched. "Sorry." Stretch looked up at Lukas. "It feels like mine, kind of. But colder. I can feel it pulling at it, like it's trying to gobble mine up." Lukas let her hand go. "I'm sorry, luv. No offense meant." Stretch smiled. "I'm not your love, and you didn't do anything wrong." "Luv is a term of affection or endearment, corcra," Drace said. "A bit like me calling you corcra or girl or babe."

Her features were softer and no one could tell that she was the great goddess of death. She was pretty like snow. Rayla came to a halt. "Went to fuck your brother but his so-called lover showed up," Rayla grumbled hatefully. Makaria sighed and stepped forward. "Well...is she really her?" "Yes, she is Grace. Just the name and personality are different." Rayla answered casually. "That crazy lunatic is losing the last chance he might have," Makaria said with a blank face.

It must be great to have friends. " that's great baby, you can invite her over, " His mother smiled at Asher and it was bright and too fake. The Bonavich's are one of the most important people in the country, they are the family's competitor. He didn't let the emotions take over his face, his blank and emotionless face was up to them. " Ace?" someone whispered to him. His thirteen years old sister, Anaya Alastar. Ace and Anaya we're the closest.

With just a good morning wish she decided to pass her dangerous mother in law but she was caught in the mid-way. "Is Shadi ko manti bhi ho?" (Do you even accept this marriage?) Myra stood dumbfounded. She started reading in between her lips too. Now Myra started calculating the entire situation. The way she expressed the sentence, it was clearly a question. Now she just needed to understand the meaning of the words. One word she had learnt was that "Shadi” means marriage. So it's about marriage. She might be asking something about her marriage. Maybe she was asking with whom she got married. After lots of juggling in her mind and continuous talk she replied,