Graceling Po Novels & Stories

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.

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

Chapter 22 ***** Lilia's Pov I cowered in dread as I shifted back and wrapped my beautiful blue gown that was torn in shreds. Grace was knocked unconscious and was already in her human form but Alveria was glaring at me as if she saw a ghost. I bet she didn't know that my wolf was white and with the way people were laying accusing fingers on me, she saw every reason to pin me down. My skin was filled with pain and my knees buckled making me crouch down. Gracie had broken my leg, that must have pissed Lee off to the formidable as she let out a low whimper.

No smoke left sitting in the air. Grace stays huddled on the ground, refusing to look Ella in the eyes. “Shall we try earth next?” Crouching to the ground she holds her hands just above the dead blades of winter grass. Vines begin to sprout at her call, wrapping themselves around Grace’s arms and legs keeping her pinned to the ground. “Interesting,” Ella says evilly as she circles Grace’s form in amusement. “Ella,” Grace’s voice is shaking in fear. “Remember your lessons. All magic has a cost.”

One by one, my belongings were cleared out of the master bedroom and dumped into the guest room. The pain in my knees was excruciating. I fainted several times, only to be splashed awake with cold water by the guards and forced to continue kneeling. The icy water soaked through my clothes, sending violent shivers through my body, but it was nothing compared to the freezing of my heart.

No, there was something sharp in her presence, like a dagger hidden beneath silk. And then her gaze snapped toward Aria. “Aria, you foolish girl,” Gracie spat, her voice loud and venomous. “You think you can take my mate from me?” I stepped in front of Aria instinctively, but Gracie’s eyes were already glowing with unstable magic. Before I could react, she launched herself into the air, fueled by a dark burst of power, and flew toward us. “Gracie, stop!” I shouted, but she wasn’t listening.

Xyla asked Grace, who was now frozen on the door. “You… you can’t do this. You can’t fight magic,” Grace screamed at the top of her lungs, and I narrowed my eyes. “You are just lucky to have an ancient bloodline, Xyla. Don’t be so smug. You better not let them take a shape, or else you will never know how you die,” Grace screamed again and lunged inside, but the second painful scream made her cough blood. The second wave of gasps coming from everywhere made me look at the dining table, and my eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.