Graceling Novels & Stories

‘F*ck, what a humiliation! “I’m so afraid, so… so afraid. You’re really going to cut off my tongue? Come, I’ll stick it out so you can cut it.” “You jerk! Come to the kitchen and help me!” Grace mumbled and cat-walked into the kitchen. She wore a long dress and a pair of ten centimeters tall stilettos; inviting her into the kitchen was the same as inviting trouble. Summer chased her out immediately; she quietened herself, and without any disturbance, she got to work quickly.

That way he would not be afraid of Amie and Elder Hexa, and would be able to protect himself even if he were to run into that mysterious elite again. Great Elder's excitement grew as he thought to himself, striding over quickly and raising a hand to block Grace's acupoint. Grace was injured and could not dodge at all. She jerked to a halt, humiliation coloring her face as she roared, "Get lost, you shameless bastard…" Grace's words did not make Great Elder back down, but only made him grow with excitement as his smile widened. "You're a wild one. Just what I like…" As he spoke, Great Elder raised a hand to grab Grace's skirt as he prepared to rip it off.

Upon noticing her, the three men immediately straightened their backs and gave her a quick salute without saying anything. Holding her hand, she kissed the ring that bore the Eagle insignia that marks their family. HER family. The scarf suddenly wobbled, and slid down her rotund arms as it slowly transformed itself into a big white fox. It opened it's eyes and revealed a pair of deep blue irises as it looked to it's master. "Elizabeth," it spoke.

She patted her unwrinkled gown, a task which must have taken her long-suffering personal maid hours with the smoothing stones. Ava held her tongue, hoping her wince had gone unnoticed. “Damn!” “It’s easily sorted,” Finn said. She told herself she wouldn’t look at him. It was too distracting. The urge to pee came from nowhere and she tried to think of something else, pressing her legs together beneath the concealing dress. “True. What do I care if they call me a child murderer?” Grace was inspecting her fingernails now, having pointedly displayed her earrings, an ancient pair which had once belonged to their mother. Her attire was powder blue in colour and made a brilliant setting for the sil

But to my surprise, the space beside me was empty, devoid of her familiar form. Confusion and curiosity washed over me as I scanned the room, searching for any sign of her. Where had she gone? And then it hit me—the realization of my triumph. I had successfully cloaked Gracie's abilities for the second time, causing her to submit to me completely. The memory of her yielding to my touch, her passionate response, filled me with a heady sense of power and fulfillment.

The gentle murmur of the gathered guests faded into a distant hum as he focused on the promise of the approaching future. Then, the doors slowly creaked open, and there she was – Grace, breathtakingly beautiful, illuminated by the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the stained glass windows. Time seemed to stand still as she entered, her arm linked with Adrian. Grace was a vision of elegance. She wore a gown that seemed to cascade like liquid moonlight, its lace and silk trailing behind her like a celestial train. The bodice was adorned with delicate embroidery, shimmering with every step she took. The neckline, modest yet alluring, framed her face like a work of art. The dress seemed t

The full skirt has layers of tulle that fall gracefully to the floor, creating a romantic and elegant silhouette. Someone zipped the back up and tied the small crystal embellished bow at the top. I gulped in fear because I look beautiful just as Levi mentioned. This is not me, this is not the Grace I know, That Grace had no right to look like this, to feel like a girl, to smile, to admire her own beauty. Yet I’m scared, because Levi will become the beast I have so far only imagined. And I’m scared because if things go wrong, so many people will die because of me.

I said and let go of her. “Your whole family is downstairs,” she said and looked deep into my eyes. She watched me as I got dressed and raised her eyebrows when I slid two Jericho’s into the shoulder holsters and zipped my jacket up halfway. I took her hand and we headed down the stairs. I heard their voices, familiar voices, as we neared the last stair. We stepped into the open-plan room and every head turned to look at me. “It’s the eyes,” a woman said. Jessica Sinclair. Five foot four inches. One hundred and sixty-four pounds. Dark brown hair. Golden brown eyes. Belongs to Malachi. Witch.

the woman explained. I pondered her words and began to grasp the concept. It seemed akin to accidentally disrespecting a sacred place by spitting on it, then spitting again to negate the first act. "Wait," I said, chuckling as I began to see where this conversation was going. "Are you suggesting..." "Exactly, Luna. The original Rein krnasi used the Grimoire as the basis for their intimate ritual, and you must do the same," the woman said, leaving me momentarily speechless.

She looked at him with a gaze that was no longer soft, but as hard and cold as the silver of her father’s crown. "You think you are so clever and that you have fooled us all with your cheap tricks and your lies, but you forgot that a wolf always protects its pack from the shadow. Grace slap him across the face with all the strength she had, the sound of the hit ringing out through the quiet clearing like a thunderclap that signaled the start of the war," Grace said. She stepped back and pointed her finger at him, her voice rising until it was a powerful command that broke the silence of the night.