Grace Death Peaky Blinders Novels & Stories

“Then why don't you do it this time? Come on, kill me. And let's see who will die first in the end.” Grace was surprised when Maya spoke with a cold voice and eyes that looked at her with scary eyes. This would probably be the second time for Grace to see that the person in front of her dared to give her such a cold stare, when Finola usually could only tremble in fear whenever Grace threatened her. Grace's subconscious jolted and her anger rose. Her eyes subconsciously searched in all directions, as she tried to use something to destroy Maya's smug face at this point. “You really want to fight, don't you?! Alright, let's see who's going to die today, you damn a brat!”

Her eyes were as clear as day, she just looked and felt. “Please Dora, am sure by now you are used seeing people die right in front of you. Don't look at me in that creepy way. This was just my first kill" Grace explained but Dora still didn't answer her. She felt Grace was right, she had seen a lot of people die right in front of her, killed many people herself but she had never seen someone she loved being killed right before her eyes while she was tied up and forced to watch without doing anything about it. Ben didn't even make any sound, he just died, silently, almost as if it was painless.

She mumbles to the holy spirits as she, without any second thought, climbs on the railing of the balcony. A single glance at the ground, by mistake; made her adrenaline rush stronger in her veins and heart beats pace faster than a sports car. All the blood in her body gushed nimbly towards her heart and brain which felt dizzying. Gracie knew this was the dumbest decision she would ever make in her life because she is going to die today. But it's too late to back out now. Inescapable and neither is she going to try to escape. 'Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!'

Grace dreamed of me? *****

Grace woke up with a blinding headache as the sun rays hit her eyes. When her eyes finally adjusted from her blurred vision, she saw a low grey ceiling. Confused, she got up and looked around. She was in the backseat of a car. She saw that she was completely naked, wearing nothing but an oversized black coat that didn't hide much. She turned her face to see a man lying next to her, a familiar face sound asleep "Oh my God!" Grace yelled loudly, waking Richard up abruptly.

Holding her breath, Grace nudged the head with her foot to make sure that he was dead. Crack! Suddenly, the sound of cracking thunder echoed from the sky. Grace looked up and saw wide cracks appearing in the white sky, spreading around. Grace didn't know what was happening exactly, but it seemed like the place was about to collapse. The more cracks appeared, the darker the white space became. There was nowhere for Grace to run. She just stood still until the darkness engulfed her. "GRACE!" Grace opened her eyes with a start. She blinked once to gather her senses and found an altar in front of her.

Then, one night while driving a drunken Abigail home, she drove the car off the cross-sea bridge. I watched in shock as Grace smiled and pinned a dried lily of the valley to her chest. The next second, she rushed toward the bridge barrier without hesitation. "If I had known that it would end like this, I should have taken you away no matter the cost." Those were the final words Grace spoke before her death. Remembering the shock of that moment, I looked at Grace before me, briefly lost in thought. "What are you thinking about?" she asked. Her pleasant voice reached me, and my Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously. I was just about to answer when a discordant voice shattered the moment.

Charlie being a vampire changes our history and her feelings towards me are all a painful past she can look back and smile with no regrets while I was mortal even if I was a supernatural. Death was the natural order of living things and I would face it shortly especially if Rogue brings the prophesy about the war to fulfillment. Grace started to stir in her sleep before her eyes fluttered open slowly. She looked at the ceiling with so much unfamiliarity before her eyes found mine. We remained frozen in our positions before a faint smile panted on her face before dropping. “Eli… jah.” Grace said weakly as she tried to sit up. “Don’t get up.” I said as she fell down on the bed with a soft plop

Grace stepped out. She wasn't wearing her yellow raincoat anymore. She was wrapped in a simple indigo shawl, her hair wild. But it was her eyes that stopped everyone on the deck. They weren't blue. They weren't gold. They were a deep, obsidian black—exactly like Jinyan’s had been when he was "Corrected." "The noise," Grace whispered. "It’s so... ugly." She looked at Arthur Vincent. She didn't raise her hand. She didn't command him. She simply walked toward him, her footsteps silent on the blood-slicked deck.

“You’re just allergic to fun.” Grace was about to argue when she felt it the unmistakable prickle at the back of her neck. That sense of being watched. Her stomach dropped. Slowly, she turned toward the bar. And there he was. Damien Blackwood. Leaning casually against the counter like he owned the place. A glass of something dark in his hand. His eyes those stormy, unreadable eyes locked on hers. Grace’s breath caught. “Oh no.” Lila followed her gaze, then let out a low whistle. “Well, well. Speak of the devil.”