Fantastic Beasts Percival Graves Novels & Stories

What makes you think you deserve that, Anthony? I looked at him, my gaze cold. Maybe it was because it was the first time I'd ever stood up to him—I watched Anthony freeze, completely stunned. And for the first time, I felt a lightness and calmness wash over me. It was like a huge weight had finally been lifted off my shoulders. My ghost friends stared at me, their expressions slowly shifting into shock. Then, someone finally spoke up. "Willow, you're turning transparent." "When a ghost's body becomes see-through, it means their attachment is gone. It's time to reincarnate," one of the more experienced ghosts explained.

My wolf, Luna, severed our connection hours ago—her suffering even more excruciating than mine. The only cure that could save us was just taken next door. My breathing grows shallow, each inhale more difficult than the last. My extremities have gone cold. Eventually, I lose even the strength to blink, and my heart stutters to a stop. The last sound I register is cheering from the adjacent room. Vivian has recovered from the wolfsbane poisoning—at the cost of my life. I refuse this ending. Something—perhaps the Moon Goddess herself—tears my spirit from my body. I become a ghost, unseen by the living, able to move through solid objects.

Petrified that he might actually get his hands on Sky, I use all my strength to get out of his grasp. James is startled by the fact that I have just effortlessly manhandled him. I'm a little shocked too but I don't dare show him that. He stumbles onto the ground and the shock in his eyes us somehow visible even though it's dark. I'm pretty sure I'm not my usual self right now so I don't question how I'm able to see this clearly in the dark. James's confusion grows when he sees his prescious Aurora stalking over him, I guess the demon version of Aurora never stood up to him, well guess what, I'm not Aurora and it's time dear James understood that.

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

Snow blanketed the landscape. We stopped before a solitary grave. Percy stepped out first, then came around to help me, his hand steadying me as my feet met the frozen ground. The headstone was simple, weathered by time and snow, the name carved into it worn but still legible. I read it twice before it fully sank in. “This is my father,” Percy said. I turned to him. “He was a healer in our pack,” he continued. “One of the best.” “He believed,” Percy said, his gaze fixed on the grave, “that everyone could be saved. That pain was something to be treated.”

Edeline My heart skipped a beat as I looked up and locked eyes with his wolf, the elegant gray-and-white creature whose striking blue eyes seemed to pin me in place. His wide, playful grin—tongue sticking out just a bit—made him look so incredibly adorable that I couldn’t help but smile. “Shift, Percival. Did you find anyone? Did you run into trouble?” I whispered, my voice betraying the anxiety twisting in my stomach.

Eriva let out a small growl, her eyes glistening a light shade of gold, her fox coming to the surface. A fight between a golden dragon and a cunning 9 tailed werefox didn’t seem like a good idea right about now. We didn’t want to step into world war z just yet! We had so much on our platter to take care of! “Okay, guys. Calm down. Volkavik, that wasn’t nice, man. We need the phoenix, safe and alive. Or else we will be stuck in this reliquary for as long as your mind allows. We’ve been here for ages now, I think it’s time to get out and if we’re going to get out, we need HER. She is Grisha, remember!” Crescent stepped in putting his hands up. The fade scales on Volkavik’s skin faded and he st

"That's very mature, Percy." Percival smirked before closing the door beside me. He took the shopping bags to the backseat before hopping into the driver's seat. "I'll let you know what it is once I find out," I told him. He only nodded in response before driving out of the parking lot. "Speaking of Salazar, I didn't see his son during the wedding," Percival pointed out. After he mentioned it, I tried to recall everything during the day of Cadmus' wedding. I was so preoccupied with ensuring the plan's success that I failed to notice his son's absence.

With a sigh, Chloe reluctantly hands him the book. Valentine takes it, his eyes widening as he reads the title. "The Grimoire of Shadows," he whispers, a mix of awe and fear in his voice. "What is this?" "It’s our only hope," Dr. Percy says grimly. "But it comes at a great cost. Are you willing to pay it?"

Even if it meant getting beaten up, he’d been deceiving Percival for years and didn’t want to live a lie anymore. Percival’s breathing hitched, his tongue felt bitten, and he reflexively held his breath. His eyes, dull and gray, looked as if the soul had left them. The atmosphere turned heavy, no one spoke, and the dim morgue felt like a silent, solitary grave. “All I had left was her, why wouldn’t she stay with me, where did she go…” Percival’s heavy sobs filled the air as he squatted down, clutching his head and tearing at his disheveled hair.