Graceling Po Novels & Stories

Her ring started to glint again, this time it was giving out red arrow like light. The red light meant only one thing, danger....is lurking. The light began to fade gradually before finally thinning out. Mrs grace sighed. She knew it was totally impossible for her to use her healing powers on her...it was too late. She gently placed her ringed palm on the girl's forehead and closed her eyes. She squint her eyes tighter as she found herself in another place. It was dank and dirty. it was a revelation, to know what had happened to the lady. She looked around her and she saw a girl lying on the floor. She walked towards the girl on the floor. She paused when she saw a group of men around her. T

"One day, you will sit in a room where someone is waiting for your nod, your hand, or just one fair word from you. When that day comes, remember the road you took to get here." Lila nodded hard and pinned the badge to her chest. When she walked out, her back was straighter than when she had come in. Sunlight came through the window and landed on the new file on my desk. It was a proposal for a fund that Northbridge would use to invest in companies founded by low-income women, immigrant women, and founders mainstream capital kept ignoring. I already had a name for it. The Grace Fund. There were still so many Grace Walkers in this world. They were trapped in their own coal towns, ledgers, cont

My mate looked at me with such surprise that I felt a little self-conscious. “Shit,” Nalia said. “And here I thought my brother and I were the misfits.” That made me laugh, and then someone knocked on the door. Elijah opened it, and Grace walked in. She looked tired, but she had a big smile on her face—a sign that she’d accomplished her goals. “Are you ready to go to the land of the vampires right now?” she asked before revealing her creation. The sorceress pulled a crystal ball out of a bag, and the ball began to glow.

Every instinct I have sharpens instantly. "What is that?" Wesley asks quietly. I already know. A new scent cuts through blood and smoke. It is familiar, cold, and dangerous. Grace. The Frostveil retreat slows. Then stops. They are no longer retreating. Now they are waiting. A path opens through their ranks, and Grace walks through it like she owns the war itself. Her armor is as dark as midnight, her cloak snaps behind her, and her eyes are bright with something that is no longer entirely sane.

Chapter 159 Continuation... Two guards emerged, holding Grace. The girl was dressed in a gown of spun silver, her eyes wide and glassy. She looked like a porcelain doll. "Grace!" Panni screamed, trying to fight her way through the remaining guards. Grace didn't blink. She didn't move. She looked at her mother as if she were a stranger.

GRACE P. O. V Jecelin remained standing tall like a wolf that feared nothing. With a swift movement, she leaped at me, her sharp teeth shining in the moonlight. My lithe body tried to dodge, but this time Jecelin was much more agile. She tried to bite my neck, but my transparent wings quickly formed a shield of light. Her teeth met the shield, producing blue sparks that burned the cave floor. “You won't stop me. I stand as a woman who wants to seek justice for my son!” Jecelin pushed her body harder, attempting to break through my light shield.

Picking up the bucket filled with glittering scales, he went to set it aside before returning to my side, a satisfied smile on his face. I couldn't say anything. Laying on the cold ground, I was too tired to move any inch of my body, dead eyes staring straight ahead of me as I prayed for this torture to end. Pearls and scales scattered around my body as I was wrapped in a soft white cloth, the brightness of all the money a contrast to my black hair which hung around me like a sort of comfort. In this blackness, I just wanted to disappear from this man, through any means necessary, I wanted him to forget me.

' Graciella thought furiously while clutching her hands tightly. But she couldn't destroy Erella because she knew how strong Erella is. Graciella still could not defeat her even though Odeus had already injected her with a dark potion to increase her power. So all she could do at that moment was glare at her. She knew that Erella could sense it because sometimes Erella looked back at her. But she didn't care if she was caught glaring at her because surely Erella will just think she was just another bitch who is jealous of her and nothing else. Erella will never know that it was her because Odeus changed her entire face with his great magic.

The ringleader tapped on the car window. "Step out." I swung the car door open, my white wedding gown dragging along the ground. The hem was then stained. Such a shame, it was so pretty. Six guns pointed at me all at once. "Is this all of you?" I asked. "What?" The leader was caught off guard. My fingers slipped to the secret catch at my waist and yanked the gown off. I tossed back into the car. Beneath was a sleek black combat suit, snug and ready for action.

Those corps are wearing some leather suite like armor, swords and spears, arrows are everywhere down here, crows hovering upward in the sky, squeaking with their ugly sounds, but none of them comes down which is weird because usually they should eating and enjoying the fresh meat although human but obviously they don’t care, a feast await for their arrival, while the fight still over, and the winning party is clearing the battlefield for any survivor while burying their kinsmen, that doesn’t mean some of those curious creatures by natures boldly descend in this goury ground stealing some flesh and intestines. Yet they hovering in the skey in circles like a child greeting his father after not