Graceling Novels & Stories

" I bit down hard and refused to make a sound. My healing wolf stirred restlessly inside me. She was a small silver-furred wolf, gifted at sensing life forces. Right now, because of my injuries, she let out a faint, mournful whine. "Still being stubborn?" Grace pressed down harder with her boot. "I heard you treasure these hands of yours. You use them for surgery and to please Mr. Pierce, don't you?" Her gaze landed on my hands. They were slender, with long fingers, and had a thin layer of calluses on the fingertips from years of gripping scalpels. "I'll make sure you never hold a scalpel again!" Grace lifted her foot and stomped down hard on my right hand. A bolt of agonizing pain seared my

"She's dismantling trained warriors like they're children." The third match had been even more impressive. Her opponent was a female Beta from Ironwood pack, fast and vicious with claws that could shred kevlar. Grace had waited, absorbed punishment that would have crippled most wolves, then ended the fight with a throw that sent her opponent flying fifteen feet to land unconscious against the barrier. By her fourth match, the entire amphitheater had gone quiet whenever she entered the ring. Wolves from every pack were leaning forward, trying to understand how Marcus Silver's unknown granddaughter was systematically destroying some of the most skilled fighters in the region.

Krystal whispers loudly as the Latroot slowly turns to look at the Glortinon. The monstrous beast drops down to its stomach. Its four arms begin to move like legs, and Jia gasps loudly as I cover my mouth again to keep from screaming. But the Glortinon seems unphased by the creature's approach. He is unmoving and calm as he watches it get closer, and closer to him. When it is close enough it swings two of its massive arms at the champion. The Glortinon rolls in between the monster's legs, and before the creature can turn around, the Captain stabs it. He drags his sharp blade down the Latroot's back, and the creature roars out in pain. It swings his lower right arm behind him, and the champio

No, there was something sharp in her presence, like a dagger hidden beneath silk. And then her gaze snapped toward Aria. “Aria, you foolish girl,” Gracie spat, her voice loud and venomous. “You think you can take my mate from me?” I stepped in front of Aria instinctively, but Gracie’s eyes were already glowing with unstable magic. Before I could react, she launched herself into the air, fueled by a dark burst of power, and flew toward us. “Gracie, stop!” I shouted, but she wasn’t listening.

“There are no cameras in here, and no one will save you.” “Come at me, I dare you.” I huff. It's enough, I will not be pushed around any longer. Grace stands up, her claws elongating as she walks towards me. “Get her Grace,” Natalie laughs. “We will drop a heavy bookshelf on her, and we will say it's an accident!” I back away until my back touches the first shelf. It's the one that holds the oldest set of books, and these books have been wrapped with heavy leather coverings, protected with metals.

“You have it. All of it. Including my envy. If I weren’t emotionally bankrupt and romantically cursed, I’d try that on myself.” They both laughed—and then the air shifted. Emilia’s spine stiffened. The scent hit first. Rich florals. Chanel. Arrogance. Then the voice. “Well, well, well. Looks like someone got dressed up to feel relevant.” Emilia turned slowly. Grace Langley stood by the entrance like a black widow wrapped in silk. She wore a crimson two-piece—cropped blazer, pencil skirt, stilettos that looked like they’d impale you just for breathing wrong. Her hair was in an immaculate twist, her makeup surgically flawless.

They wheeled through the sky, screaming. People outside stopped to watch. Damien's heart began pounding. One of the gulls flew directly toward the library. It struck the window, hard. Damien flinched. The bird dropped. Then, slowly, it got back up. It turned its head. And looked through the glass at him. Damien couldn't move. The gull opened its beak. No sound came out. But somehow Damien heard something anyway. Not with his ears. Inside his mind. A whisper.

Grace dreamed of me? *****

The anger burned hotter than the pain. Hours later, Grace stepped out of the room in a stunning silver gown that hugged her curves perfectly. The fabric shimmered under the soft lighting, and her hair was swept up in an elegant twist. She looked like someone who belonged on a magazine cover. Aiden was waiting outside the door, dressed in a sharp black suit. He looked at her, and for a second, his expression softened. He offered his arm, and she took it, playing her role.

Ever so beautiful, but it can never last, she knows that now. Wrapping her body in a warm bathrobe she stepped out of the suite, holding a glass filled with golden coloured alcohol in it. Blair was standing in the terrace, watching the darkness. It was so peaceful, the night was quiet only the noises of crickets... She sighed and felt a presence behind her. Turning around she saw the rival girl wrapping a towel around her body. "What do you want?" Blair clicked her tongue in boredom as she was too tired for any kind of argument.