Aliza Grace Book Novels & Stories

Julian and I exited the car, and the teenagers backed away but didn't flee. Suppressing my nausea, I approached the girl who was trembling. I kneeled and brushed her hair away from her face—it was Alisha. "Did you do this?" I demanded, standing to glare and confront the teenagers. They exchanged glances in silence before a girl stepped forward, seemingly their leader. "It was me. Are you the new Alpha? I'm not afraid of you," she said, arms crossed, her smile hollow. "What's your name?" I asked, struggling to maintain my composure.

I replied simply. That got me a really murderous look. "How do you come to the conclusion that they are wrong? Who are you anyway? ”His eyes glided over me. "I have never seen you before." "I'm Grace Shanks and I started my internship at the guild a few days ago." His eyebrow went up. “And you are taking the liberty of criticizing my work? You don't even know ... "

The room exhaled. Not metaphorically. The force that had bent the air to ignite lungs full of fuel, to tense wings on unthinking command, took its toll on one final, unwilling exhalation. The humming of walls faded. The floor lost its sense of potential fracture beneath the weight of what might have occurred. The Book was nowhere to be seen. But it was not destroyed. It just disappeared and is inside Allistair's consciousness. Allistair felt it, second heart rate, erring in pace, erring in touch, palpable nonetheless. No screaming now. No scratching. Wrapping himself around something fragile, treacherous, and ominously familiar.

I regretted being as aggressive as I stood there letting the water run over my body and staring out into nothing. It bothered me how much Kellina had felt like she was unnoticed or not paid attention to because of who she was. I had tried to explain to her why I didn’t have the guts to approach her and if I as a future alpha couldn’t have the guts how could anyone else? I should have told her how I’d watched her from afar since the day I’d seen her. Somehow in grade school, we were never in the same class and the Mystic Moon Pack was large enough to have several classes in each grade. Then freshman year had hit and I entered freshman English and saw her beautiful blonde almost white flowin

Her smiles that she mostly reserved for Hilda and I occasionally caught a glimpse of when she wasn't looking, her piercing brown eyes that looked like they had a lot to say, her curvy figure that makes me want to pin her against a wall and take her there till she's screaming my name from that sassy mouth of hers, her scent that made me always want to be around her, somehow, all of these were clawing against the walls of my heart, waiting for me to let my guard the slightest and she would come in. But I knew better than anyone the consequences of letting that happen and it wouldn't be heard that I, Alpha Ares the Great, died in such a pathetic manner. “No,” I shook my head and snapped out of

I take the stairs two at the time, and open the door. “Doctor Hadlee? What are you doing here?” I ask. Izzy’s POV The grass is as green as it is in the spring, it runs across my legs as I walk. Crescenda is still forward but lets me have control of my body. As I walk I see wolves of every size surrounding a woman. Her hair almost touches the ground and is so blonde it looks gold. She wears a white dress with long flowing sleeves. When she speaks to the wolves surrounding her, I freeze. That is a voice I have only dreamt of since i was nine.

“ I…am fine. ” “ Eat slowly. No one is after you, Grace. ” Alma clicks her tongue and takes her hand off my back. I nod again quietly. Silence falls in the dining hall. Alma averts her gaze, not wanting to make me uncomfortable but Ania is still staring. The carefree look in her eyes is slowly disappearing. A frown pinches her forehead as she places her chin in her palm. “ I feel like I have seen you somewhere, Grace. Even the name sounds familiar. ” She whispers.

Grace’s POV I couldn’t sleep. No matter how tightly I shut my eyes, no matter how many times I turned beneath the blankets, my mind refused to quiet down. Elisa’s daughter. The words kept repeating over and over inside my head like something cursed. Aluna was not supposed to be special. That was the problem. She was supposed to be the unwanted girl in the corner. The weak one. The cursed one. The disappointment everyone tolerated until they no longer had to. Not this.

"She stole everything from me! Why her? I'm the true LaRosa daughter!" Edward's eyes snapped shut. When they reopened, the warmth once there had vanished. "From this day forward, you're nothing to us." Alice stood petrified. "What?" "From this day forward, you're no longer part of the LaRosa family. "Guards!" The bodyguards encircling the area moved in swiftly. "Banish her." Alice's knees buckled, and she collapsed to the floor. "Father... I admit my mistake, I truly do..."

The end of the cigarette lit up, and little grey clouds floated lazily as Aisha took a few puffs before finally starting with the story. “Whether you believe me or not is up to you. But contrary to what most people think, Alisa never had an easy childhood. She thinks it’s because of her Gift. Maybe it is, partly, but if you ask me, Ali wouldn’t have had such a rough time of it if it hadn’t been for him…” *****