Graceling Po Novels & Stories

Anyways… The look of Suavil at Gracielia was so demanding, as he felt so lost in her beauty. Gracielia is one girl whose shame and charisma commanded so much attention from guys; I'm even sure Alpha Grey too was lusting after her as well, but maybe he just couldn't take the bold step because I'd been around her almost most of the times. But who cares if I was around her? After all, I was just some slave girl that her feelings could be damned.

Once. “Purple lilies,” she said. Then, after a beat, “And Bailey, your password system is ridiculous.” Bailey sniffed. “Ungrateful people everywhere.” James opened the door. Cold rain swept in. Grace came through first. She wore her old blue cardigan over her nightgown, rubber boots on her feet, and an expression that suggested she was deeply annoyed with everyone currently alive. A bandage had been wrapped around her left forearm. Soot smudged one cheek. Her silver hair had come loose from its braid.

"Your Highness, each stack here holds ten layers of silk. I propose we test our spear skills. With one strike, your spear must pierce exactly eight layers. No more, no less. "Furthermore, each of those eight layers must split cleanly in two. No threads may cling. However, the ninth layer must remain entirely intact." She looked up to meet Elias' dark eyes. "Do you dare accept the challenge, Your Highness?"

"What did you do to my son and grandchild huh?! What kinda magic you used!" "W-What are you s-saying?" Grace bite her lips desperately to stop herself from shouting in pain, she doesn't want to wake her Baby up from her sleep. She feels the liquid on her wrist and looks down to see the several red spots where her nails are still digging. She whimpered badly from the sharp sting. "Ahhhhhh!!" __________

Caden replied. Grace didn't directly answer and merely urged, "Finish your supper quickly. Once you have eaten, I shall take you somewhere." A lingering unease gnawed at Caden, making it impossible to eat another bite. "I'm full," he said at last. Grace rose to her feet and took his hand. "Very well, then. Let us go." - The dimly lit storeroom was thick with the stench of blood and damp wood. A chamberlain from Everspring Palace hung suspended by his arms, his toes barely grazing the ground. His robes were stained with blood, and his voice was hoarse from pleading for mercy.

“Don’t pull that innocent face of yours in front of me. I'm not Alec so it won't work on me. I know girls like you like to wrap men around their fingers. If you want to be with Zade then why don't you leave Alec? Why are you cheating on him? He's a nice man. He doesn't deserve a girl like you, who is a black mole in the name of a girl.” A loud sound echoed throughout the whole room when Gracelynn slapped right across his face, printing three of her finger marks on his face. Kyros looked at her with his blazing eyes. If a look could kill anyone then Gracelynn would be dead by now. “How dare you point your finger on my character? I didn't cheat……” Gracelynn was seething in rage but suddenly st

“That’s Vyr Dust, ain’t it?” “Mm-hmm.” Glacy grinned. “Made it myself. Tried a drop last night. My heartbeat stopped for a whole minute" she said, lips tight. “Then the world unfurled like rotten fruit as I regained consciousness, colors crawled out of the cracks before my eyes, the taste of sick lemon and copper crawling over my tongue.” Tilly made a face. “You’re mad.” “Maybe.” Glacy’s grin didn’t falter. “But it works.”

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.

Xander matched his stride with mine, his massive black and white wolf just slightly smaller than my own. I focused my attention back onto Grace, watching how Darius shivered under her touch. Her nails shifted into claws, digging their way into the throat muscle. Darius' mouth opened but no sound eminated as blood leaked out of his wounds. "You will never harm my kind again," Grace whispered lowly before ripping his throat out completely.

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