Good Witch Grace And Nick Novels & Stories

"She wasn't always called a witch. I was in the Pack's orphanage as my parents were warriors and they both died in a war. The Pack takes care of the orphans so there's no complaints there. "At the time I was growing up, Nana had a family," Grace's eyes softened. I didn't think I had seen that look on her before. "She was the wife of the late Beta of the Silverfang Pack and oh! She was the nicest elder you could ever meet. She visited the Orphanage with her daughter sometimes and she would tell us stories and invite us to her house too. We all got along. An added bonus was that we could see the Alpha's too- they were young then."

She falls on her knees and then face-first thumps on the grass. I fall down on my own knees and examine Nick. His front paw is covered in blood and when I touch it he whimpers. “Nick, no,” I say in despair. I feel more hits on my shield, enough to make it shake. I look quickly to see three witches all hitting it simultaneously. Not one of them is Maxine though. She’s seemingly disappeared. Nick shifts in front of me while I try to stop him. “Ally, I’m okay, really. I’ll be okay. Stay focused,” he kisses me fiercely. “You’ve got this my warrior goddess.”

"Sarah needs to be tutored on how to control her powers and I think you, Katie, would be the best person for that." At his words, Katie's eyes become so big he fears they'd pop. "You want me to do what? Tutor the witch supreme? Meee? I can't do that, it's too much of an honor," she says. "If it has to be done, I'd rather you do it Katrina," Sarah adds. "But why me your Grace?" she asks Jason. "Well, why not you? You're one of the best witches in the land and you've already created a bond with Sarah. It's only right that you do it," he replies.

I slammed my car door in frustration. I couldn't believe we had come so close to freeing Grace and her wolf, only to fall short. The witch had to have used magic to conceal her path, but it made me feel like an idiot. How could she have slipped through my grasp so easily? I wasn't used to being defeated in literally anything and this was by a freaking witch. "Fuck. That could have gone better." Leon sighed as he climbed into the driver's seat and Sawyer got into the back seat. "That was a disaster." I grumbled. "We learned a few things.

"If you knew them, they were willing, and if you didn't already have a Noir Coven-based system in place. If you want to get rid of your entire system, simply say so. I have a contact for that, but as I understand, you're not exactly in the financial state to do so." I met her gaze. "The current state of the network leaves Mooncrest vulnerable and keeps us... in the dark, at the mercy of the States' limitations. I thought witches were all about spreading knowledge." "Grace," Esme started. "You're barking up the wrong tree." "You needn't bother, Lady Brighthollow," Elara said. "She's a werewolf." Esme flinched, and I bristled at her tone. "What does that mean?"

But that was enough for Nickolas, he had heard all that he needed to hear about Owen's motives. Something clicked, the wheels in his head were turning, albeit slowly but they were turning nonetheless. The fire had been nothing but a decoy to get Grace. Whoever wanted her, had been clever enough to get him distracted first. Suddenly the air smelled of wild flowers and ripe lies.

~Alexander~ She… she was gone. Grace left, and I didn’t stop her. I should have told her the truth, but I just couldn’t do it. It was too sore of a memory… and to tell her in front of all these people? I just couldn’t. But I should have told her before the wedding. I took a long, shaky breath. I was still standing at the altar, staring off into the forest’s edge where Grace had disappeared. The crowd had erupted into an uncontrollable chaos, werewolves and Lycans shouting at each other. Things were getting physical. I watched a werewolf woman spit in the face of a Lycan woman, who shoved her back in response.

Now she was handing it over without hesitation. I caught Gregory Parker's eye across the room. The Beta's expression mirrored my own concern. We had always believed Grace could never truly leave Silvercliff medical technology enterprises. She had spent years here, transforming from a skilled healer into an indispensable part of our operations. She knew every detail, every process, every requirement of the Alpha's preferences. When Natalie Winters arrived yesterday—young, ambitious, and strikingly beautiful—we had expected Grace to step in and reclaim her territory. After all, wasn't that what any wolf would do when faced with a potential rival?

{Grace} I had the perfect imagination for my birthday. My dress was bought a week before, and since it was my eighteenth birthday, I couldn't wait to meet my fated mate, if he would be among the guests. My father had his beta take care of the guest list while the rest of the preparation was personally taken care of by my father, Alpha Moses from the star pack. I was just as excited as every girl in my shoes would be; turning eighteen meant a lot of things, which included shifting for the first time.

I kept singing in my head like a broken record and my legs bounced giddily like a kid high on sugar. Sweet tingles went through my body as I repeated his words with his voice in my mind. “Haa!” I exclaimed with a wide grin and threw my body on the bed before my mind started going two hundred kilometers per second. What now? Are we an item now? Did he accept me as his mate? Will he mark me? What does that mean for me? Will I ever get my past life back? Should I tell him the truth? “Tabitha!” Nyx snapped in my mind. “You're making me dizzy with all those questions,” she said sternly but I could hear the smile in her voice.