Graceling Po Novels & Stories

Liam was strumming a guitar, playing something quiet and folk-like. And Grace. Grace was nineteen. She was the youngest, the surprise, the miracle born after the war was supposedly over. She stood up. She was wearing a simple white dress, her dark hair loose around her shoulders. She held a glass of sparkling water. "One more toast," Grace said. Her voice was soft, but it carried the same quiet authority that Aria had developed over decades. "We're out of cider," Theo noted sleepily from his chair. "I don't need cider," Grace said. "I just need you to listen."

"Cheater... you said? Is there... a rule against using magic in this fight?" "Cough! Cough!" Grace grasped her chest again. Finding her sword two meters away, Grace used the last of her strength to drag herself towards it. "You're just a regular human girl. How dare you think you can defeat an ancient god like me?" The Magical Stone approached Grace while raising his sword. "Do you think I can only use a sword like you, foolish?" "NO!" Grace's shout widened the Magical Stone's smile as he raised his sword high, then swung it down to split her body in two. However, the sudden pain burning in his chest made him freeze. He glanced down, only to find a glowing green knife embedded in his chest.

Lilith and I begin to circle one another animals circling their prey. Without warning, Lilith throws another gust of wind in my direction throwing me back into one of the circles that is in flames. The flames lap at my skin but it does not burn. Each flame that touches my skin extinguishes immediately. Stepping from the circle I see the perfect opportunity to throw Lilith into the flames behind her. Raising my arms to blast her with air, Grace is suddenly at my side, and she rips my arms down causing my blast to hit the ground. Stumbling backwards, Grace is restrained by James. “You promised,” Grace cries as she struggles against James’s arms.

I stepped back inside to understand what was going on, and before I could say a word, Camella's silhouette appeared, and I could swear that an angel had fallen at that minute. She was the perfect epitome of beauty, and I could swear I never knew a human could be as beautiful and gracious as that, at least not until I met Rita. I couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate her. Her features were delicate, her eyes pools of shimmering warmth that radiated kindness and understanding. Her hair cascaded in gentle waves around her face, framing features that seemed almost too perfect to be real. She had a crop top and bum short on, and her hairs were dangling loosely upon the apron.

“There are no cameras in here, and no one will save you.” “Come at me, I dare you.” I huff. It's enough, I will not be pushed around any longer. Grace stands up, her claws elongating as she walks towards me. “Get her Grace,” Natalie laughs. “We will drop a heavy bookshelf on her, and we will say it's an accident!” I back away until my back touches the first shelf. It's the one that holds the oldest set of books, and these books have been wrapped with heavy leather coverings, protected with metals.

Ang ilan sa mga kasamahan kong kanina'y nagpipigil ng tawa'y naging seryoso na rin ang mukha at pare-parehong nagulat sa nakita. "Lagi na lang kasing gano'n, eh. Puro away, puro bangayan. Bakit hindi nila naiisip na may mga taong naiipit? Bakit hindi nila magawang maramdaman na may mga taong nadadamay sa paligid nila?" sambit ni Gracelyn habang humahagulgol. Hindi ko maintindihan kung anong sinasabi niya ngunit ramdam ko ang pinaghuhugutan niya.

All heads instantly snapped to her direction. Grace stepped out with the poise of a queen. She wore a white satin gown that clung to her frame like a second skin—effortlessly elegant, yet daring in its design. A long slit ran from her upper thigh down, exposing the length of her right leg with every step she took, while her pearl-embellished high heels adorned her feet.

Just Grace's voice that sounded like millions of powerful witches from around the world were talking through her. After a short while, she faced us, her eyes glowing a brighter shade of green. She pulled that hideous dagger from beneath her cloak, making my blood freeze in my veins. That dang shit hurt like a bitch! She quickly took Rifton's right hand and then slid his wrist without much of a word. Blood trickled from the tiny cut. Grace turned around to face me, and I almost ran for the hills when that rustic dagger glinted under the moonlight! I was very much aware of the Claiming Ceremony, but this one looked like a scene out of Lucifer's diary. In most cases, blood was the essence of ev

Grace dreamed of me? *****

But to my surprise, the space beside me was empty, devoid of her familiar form. Confusion and curiosity washed over me as I scanned the room, searching for any sign of her. Where had she gone? And then it hit me—the realization of my triumph. I had successfully cloaked Gracie's abilities for the second time, causing her to submit to me completely. The memory of her yielding to my touch, her passionate response, filled me with a heady sense of power and fulfillment.