Graceling Po Novels & Stories

Marcel whispered a lullaby mantra to Grace as he rubbed Grace's open back, making Grace's eyes feel heavy and closed slowly without answering Marcel's words. "Beautiful." Marcel complimented when he saw Grace's face at a very close distance, a face that he always failed to forget. ****

Then she stepped out onto the balcony once more, just as stars began to pierce the velvet sky. She whispered into the wind, not a farewell—but a blessing. “For all of us. The lost. The found. The ones still walking.” And as Ironclaw glowed below her, no longer a place of pain but of promise, Grace finally—truly—breathed. --- 完结

KATE’s P.O.V. Graduation practice. I don’t know how, but thankfully, I passed all the requirements needed without Claire’s help. Elijah is there, and he gave me a very useful hand in everything that needs to be done. And now, I can proudly say that I’m one of those graduating students ready to march at stage and get our diploma. “Braganza, Claire,” the emcee announced and she climbed up to the stairs, shaking that hands of those who act as the honorable guest and teachers.

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.

All I could see was Grace, her perfect mask of innocence that I knew hid nothing but lies and manipulations. To my surprise, she didn’t fight back. Instead, she crumpled to her knees, letting out a high-pitched wail that grated on my ears. “She’s crazy!” Grace cried, clutching at her arm where I’d scratched her. “She’s completely unhinged! Someone stop her!” Her words only made my blood boil more. "You liar!" I screamed, fighting against the pain that threatened to drag me under. "You poisoned him! You're the one who's crazy, not me!

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.

The light through the window slot fell the way it fell. Luke. "Grace —" Aegnor began. The sound that came out of Grace was not a word. It started somewhere from the bottom of her stomach, in the part that overcomes words and does not require it, and it came up through her and out of her with the force of something that had been underground for a very long time and had finally found a crack in the surface. It was not a scream exactly. It was the thing that came before a scream. It was raw and painful

‘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.

Veer's pov Dressed in light pink skirt, with the same blouse and adorned with heavy pearl and diamond jewelry she looked like a queen descending downstairs accompanied with her brothers. Never in my life had I ever seen so beautiful like her, she looked like the epitome of the beauty. I was glad that this ceremony was an intimate ceremony or men would have stared at her like a piece of meat, and I was no different. I would have knelt in front of that goddess of beauty with brain, if she would have told me so.

The training field behind the packhouse echoed with the sharp clash of wood against wood. Gracelyn spun on the balls of her feet, her braid whipping behind her as she blocked another strike. Sweat dampened the collar of her training shirt, but her grip on the staff remained steady. “Too slow,” she teased, knocking the weapon from her opponent’s hands. The young warrior groaned as the staff hit the dirt. “Luna, that was unfair.” Gracelyn grinned, slightly breathless. “Life’s unfair. An enemy won’t slow down because you’re tired.”