Graceling Novels & Stories

Gracelynn arrived at the pack estate, her heart filled with both anticipation and trepidation. She had always known that her bond with Phoenix ran deep, but the visions and the seer's guidance had ignited a newfound sense of purpose within her. She longed for the prosperity and peace that their union could bring, not only to their kind but to all beings in the supernatural realms. Alessia and Lucas, now wise elders who had witnessed the transformative power of love, greeted Gracelynn with understanding and warmth. They sensed the conflict within her and knew that she needed time and space to reconcile her emotions and the call of her destiny.

Evelyn laughed. "Let's go tonight." I said. ############################## Amelia I pulled out the emerald ring from the sleeves of my dress and held it up triumphantly. I stared at the clean cuts, the deep luster emerald, and the delicate ring admiring the gorgeous work of art. It had been handcrafted by the finest jeweler in Dycan. Dycan was known for their jewelry crafting, they were the best in it. "Welcome miss." The servants greeted, bowing their heads as I walked to my mother's chamber.

Grace backed me up while walking over to the mannequin to pick up her dress. “I can’t get this thing off this bitch, Selene would you unfreeze and come over here to help me?” Grace pleaded. “Oh, yeah. I’m coming.” She gained consciousness and rushed over to the mannequin to help her out. “These little munchkins will be so proud of what their mother is becoming, I’m glad you chose the decision to escape from that hell hole,” I whispered.

Grace shook her head, “None my lady. While it could be assumed that she is getting all of that for the royal apothecary the fact is that lycans dont get injured easily and have an exceptional healing powers.” I added, “And, she won’t definitely give all that to the human servants nor to the werewolves who might not have terrific healing like lycans but we do heal fairly quickly.” I was walking up and down the room when I recalled something Grace had mentioned, “Wait, did you mention spells?” Grace bit her lip nervously, “Yes. I heard so but I am not too sure about it, my lady.” “Spells? What on earth would she need spells for? And what kind of spells? This is as interesting as it is dangerou

Gavrael said from his position by the door and I could see the hunger in his eyes as he looked me over. Not just lust, he wanted my blood as badly as he wanted my body. I turned to face the mirror and he was right, I looked beautiful. Though the dress was sultry, with my hairdo that looked like a crown, I looked elegant, like a goddess dressed to seduce unsuspecting mortals. “Leave.” Gavrael growled at Tamika and the poor girl scurried away like her heels were on fire. Gavrael walked to me and leaned down to whisper against my ears.

I turned to Max with a questioning stare, but he merely shrugged in return. “Stop acting like fools and sit down dammit!” She voiced her frustration. We took out seats and waited for her to speak, but her words never came. She stretched out her hand and a ball of whirl wind formed in her palm, taking Max and I by surprise. “My name is Gracey and just like you are seeing it right now, I am a sorcerer.” She finished off her word and the ball of whirl wind vanished immediately. “What do you want with this pack.” Max asked.

"Cheater... you said? Is there... a rule against using magic in this fight?" "Cough! Cough!" Grace grasped her chest again. Finding her sword two meters away, Grace used the last of her strength to drag herself towards it. "You're just a regular human girl. How dare you think you can defeat an ancient god like me?" The Magical Stone approached Grace while raising his sword. "Do you think I can only use a sword like you, foolish?" "NO!" Grace's shout widened the Magical Stone's smile as he raised his sword high, then swung it down to split her body in two. However, the sudden pain burning in his chest made him freeze. He glanced down, only to find a glowing green knife embedded in his chest.

Just Grace's voice that sounded like millions of powerful witches from around the world were talking through her. After a short while, she faced us, her eyes glowing a brighter shade of green. She pulled that hideous dagger from beneath her cloak, making my blood freeze in my veins. That dang shit hurt like a bitch! She quickly took Rifton's right hand and then slid his wrist without much of a word. Blood trickled from the tiny cut. Grace turned around to face me, and I almost ran for the hills when that rustic dagger glinted under the moonlight! I was very much aware of the Claiming Ceremony, but this one looked like a scene out of Lucifer's diary. In most cases, blood was the essence of ev

Connor turns to stand next to Grace as if he’s ready to step in if she hurts the sprite. “Your name is Tula, right?” Grace says, gently reaching out and stroking the girl’s face with her finger. She sniffs and looks up at Grace. “Yes.” She says quietly. “I know you were hurt, but my Gamma, Lady Gamma Sirona, needs to look at you so she can help you heal.” Grace says, using the terms that the sprites use when they address us.

she asserted. Grace nodded, a clear understanding settling over her. "I know. You are royalty." Visenya's eyes transformed, glowing with a captivating reddish-orange hue as Delilah took control. "No, she means... she’s not human." Grace trembled in fear as Visenya's wolf emerged, causing her to shrink back. Delilah released her grip on Grace's throat, her gaze shifting to the broken dishes and food splattered across the floor.