Grace Of A Wolf Novels & Stories

Steam fogged the mirror. Selene wiped it with the back of her hand, stared at her reflection, and saw only restraint in them. Long damp hair clung to her shoulders. Her shirt stuck to her ribs and those amber eyes, even dulled by hot water, still glowed faintly — too much like a wolf’s. The blood was gone but the scent still lingered. She’d washed it from her skin, but not from her memory — the feel of it, warm and human, sticky between her fingers. Lucas’s blood.

“Yes. Isn’t that fair? After centuries of watching her die. After all this time, watching her make the wrong choices. Now you can finally make the right choice, the choice she wasn’t strong enough to make.” Something deep inside me moves. It isn’t magic or a memory. It feels like instinct. Something that I haven’t felt since Nyxara took over my life. My wolf stirs for the first time without restraint. He is no longer caged or muted. No longer suppressed by the confines of the Game. He is finally awake, which can only mean one thing. Nyxara is losing her grasp on everything. She is losing her grasp on me.

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“It’s a beautiful area out here.” “Can we get you something to drink?” she asked, glancing at Nick disapprovingly. “I can’t believe my son hasn’t gotten you something yet.” “I’m fine, Mrs. James, and I just got here.” “My name is Grace,” she corrected, as she paused to gesture at the crowd of wolves around us, “and believe me when I say this crowd takes some getting used to. I, myself, was an only pup, and I remember how I felt the first time I was exposed to the madness.”

’ that was my thought in action as I stared vacantly at the beautiful woman before me. Despite being a very shameful thing among we shifters, I not only slept with Janet in secret, but I had also marked her inadvertently. During heat, it is usually established that the Alpha male and Luna belonged to each other. But I had no Luna. It wasn't a shameful thing that I mated the other she-wolves of the Pack, it was more shameful when it was an Omega. Janet was the most beautiful shifter in my Pack, the Crescent Pack. And that gave me a sense of pride. She was a trophy I owned, but it never lasted. It all ended the day she was killed.

Unfortunately for this wolf, tree roots have grown into the pit and he has the shitty luck into being stab right through the leg with one. Two of the three remaining Ragers split off from the group, their bodies disappearing into the dense forest. Panic settles in and I wonder if they are running to gather more support. Grace and I need to finish this lone wolf off now and rush back to Amelia before the other two can bring more Ragers and make our way to safety fast. Grace continues to run, weaving through the trees, pushes and rocks without missing a step, her eyes searching the forest as I try to keep up with her and the Rager. Suddenly, the two wolves that separated from the pursuit appea

she asked, a grin on her face. Grace snarled angrily. "Just wait, I'll carry his child, father a son for him, and you'll be my maid." She gloated. The bitch giggled as she walked away from Grace, her back to her. Grace let out a rumbling howl before transforming into a deep brown wolf. ‘Bitch, you made a mistake!’ She screamed violently as she sank her teeth into the omega's lovely neck. As her neck snapped, the omega could hardly scream in astonishment. Her body lay motionless on the ground seeping the carpet with blood.

Zayn’s POV The wind carried her scent before I ever saw her. It hit me like a slap—a sweet mix of wildflowers and something uniquely hers, sharp and intoxicating, cutting through the forest air. My wolf stirred instantly, growling with a need so necessary it made my chest ache. Mate.

"You fucking scumbag-" Jake hissed, his wolf charging forwards, struggling for dominance. Jake didn't observe Connery bending down next to Grace, tears in his eyes, softly checking for a pulse. Jake couldn't finish what he was saying because his companion howled... and it was a cacophony of noise and fury. As Destiny transformed into her wolf, everyone froze. Instead of the regal wolf, Jake had seen in her previous shifts, there stood a massive wolf that was nearly as big as his own and completely enraged.

"I'd rather wait for them to throw me out." "What if they kill you? Oh, if only I could get that spell, I would make you shift and bite off their asses!" she remarked gritting her teeth. Grace is a calm wolf, as all generic Eastern witches' wolves are, but at times that we hear disrespect she retaliates more than me. "Calm down, Grace. I'm sure we can figure out something. For now, let's just let them be."