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.

"He'll be fine. Let him rest. It was good that you ran out screaming or else I wouldn't have been able to help. Plus, no one's allowed to come near this room." "Thank you so much Mr.Percival." "It's fine. You need to calm down," he said lightly. I sat on my bed and looked at Alex. After Mr.Percival helped him with his panic attack, he fainted. I thought he would be so happy to hear the news about Eve. This was the last thing I expected to happen. Scratch that, I didn't expect this at all!! "When can we see her Mr.Percival?" "Soon. The Prince would have to give permission."

To Percival: How did you know my name?!

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.

Uther asked as he approached his desk that had a few files on it, glancing at the other the Dark Dwellers eventually nodded. They didn’t like it, but in the end they will get through this. ~ "This is truly a conundrum we've got ourselves in" Percival commented in a monotone voice as he gripped a page in his book, feeling completely unhappy and anxious about the situation despite showing guarded eyes. Something that Morgana almost envied Percival for- being calm and collected. “So what can we do?” Merlia asked as a low whine left their lips as they woke up around nine and met up with their friends.

“I want you to go to Percival Strongwind and apologize. If he forgives you, you may stay.” Trembling, the guards look over at the dreaded vampire/fae hybrid. “What if he eats us?” I roll my eyes. “I hope you’re tasty, then.” One of them rises and walks shakily over to Percival, who is in deep conversation with who I assume are the Hybridian elders. The second guard watches nervously then gathers up the courage to go himself. I watch from a distance as the two guards bow miserably to Percival and explain themselves. Percival glances at me in surprise then gives another of his slight smiles.

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.”