Graceling Po Novels & Stories

CHAPTER TWO: |McCleron!| • • • Morning routines, on a good day, could be likened to one performed in a montage: the alarm's buzz kickstarts the sequence, as you softly peel apart your lids, allowing the blinding rays of sun to attack your retina the second they are open. In a squint you squeeze them shut again, before gently revealing it to the bright radiance that had invaded your room. Without haste, you pull off the thick yellow Winnie the Pooh sheets, and step out of bed, inhale deeply and seep in every cold larking air, warmly laced with rose and curry, and more vaguely lined fragrances you seem very unsure of. Every step and movement you make, is in perfect sync with the sonorous beats

Gram waited for us at the bottom of the stairs, outside the cavern entrance. She'd bundled herself up in a rainbow wool coat, a pair of white tennis shoes with florescent pink laces tapping impatiently as she waited, white hair floating around her like a living halo. "About time," she grunted before she hugged me, lips pressing a wet smack against my cheek before fixing Venner with a baleful stare. One of her very sharp nails pointed at him, scrawny index finger jabbing the air in his direction. "One false move," she said before bringing her hands together with a loud crack. She cackled, doing a little jig in place before scowling at him again. "Bug guts. Got me, fairy?"

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

A knock from the door brought Ariel and Gracie back to their senses. Ariel found herself in the bathtub and looked around in a daze. " Messing with my dreams and reality again " She mumbled and within twenty minutes they were out of the bathroom. The other maids helped her dress up in a forest green dress that fell down to her toes. Her hair was braided sideways thereby revealing her flawless back. Black rings adorned her fingers and her lips were painted black. No make up, just a mascara and black lip shade. " These are the things you should not do when you go out there" Gracie took a book from the maid and flipped through it. " You must not take any drink apart from the one specially prepa

Gracelyn's Pov I opened my eyes and.looked at the window .The rain stopped already but the sky is still dark. It's a bit chilly and windy. I stretched my arms and feet but was shocked when I heard a thud. What was that ? "Ouch !", Its Greg? I get up and help him sit on the couch. "Why do you like hurting me this much !", he grunts. "I'm sorry... again", I said sheepishly.

Eriva let out a small growl, her eyes glistening a light shade of gold, her fox coming to the surface. A fight between a golden dragon and a cunning 9 tailed werefox didn’t seem like a good idea right about now. We didn’t want to step into world war z just yet! We had so much on our platter to take care of! “Okay, guys. Calm down. Volkavik, that wasn’t nice, man. We need the phoenix, safe and alive. Or else we will be stuck in this reliquary for as long as your mind allows. We’ve been here for ages now, I think it’s time to get out and if we’re going to get out, we need HER. She is Grisha, remember!” Crescent stepped in putting his hands up. The fade scales on Volkavik’s skin faded and he st

Her heart was still pounding when Lila muttered, “Girl, you need holy water. That man is the devil in a three-piece suit.” Grace closed her eyes, whispering the truth she was too afraid to admit out loud: The devil had never looked so tempting.

All of Yuriel’s flaunting sentences made her even more obsessed and determined to get Aleandro Gilren. Grace felt her ears bleed at each of Yuriel’s ostentatious remarks, and it bled even more at the necklace studded with rare pink diamonds on her neck. She was getting jealous seeing Yuriel’s natural beauty that shone so dazzlingly, indicating that she was living a happy life. All of Yuriel’s flaunting sentences made her even more obsessed and determined to get Aleandro Gilren. Chapter 115 : Grace Rollies Yuriel didn’t stop showing off. She leaned forward and made a gesture that she would whisper something to Grace.

I asked “ yup and do as the poem directs just like I and Bella I do” “ what’s your poem?” She once again gave me the look as if I have asked for her both kidney’s and her heart too. That is when I realize “ ohh that’s confidential information” I said in a super excited tone. Note the sarcasm. Grace shook her head in disapproval “ how do I find the poem?” I asked “ You need you clock first” “well if I had the damn clock I wouldn’t have taken yours” Grace slapped her forehead looking pissed and asked

I let the silence stretch between us before I finally leaned in and whispered, “I need you to poison your queen.” Her entire body tensed. “P-Poison?” I nodded, watching her reaction closely. “Nothing too obvious. Something slow. A poison that will weaken her, make her appear ill. When she dies, it will seem like a sickness. A tragedy, yes, but a natural one. She would probably last less than twenty-four hours.” “No,” Grace stammered, shaking her head. “I—I can’t—” I reached across the table, grasping her hand. She flinched but didn’t pull away. “You can,” I murmured. “And you will.”