Grail Wars Novels & Stories

“You have? And yes I’m his daughter, Alpha… you know him?” "Oh, not personally, but my father heard of him and would tell me stories of the two fierce fighters! The legends of Blue Moon!” “Really? What stories?” "Ahh, well, when my Father was growing up around the same time as your father, he heard stories of a Gabel and Westin, they were a force to be reckoned with. They were the Blue Moon warriors, he would tell me stories of some of their battles and how Westin saved the Luna!“.

She feels the final piece of the ritual fall into place. Kaelith's voice screams “Finish it now, or none of us survive!” Talia rises, blood on her face, and lifts the Moonstone above her head. The light it gives off is even stronger than before. But around her, war still rages. If the ritual fails now, it may never be completed again. Greta gallops into the chaos on horseback, the cursed ring Marlik gave her glowing on her hand. She looks around and sees Sylas’s wolves and the Council warriors destroying everything. Starlight and the Misfit warriors—some of them her old friends—are being slaughtered.

There was no mockery in it—only a quiet, detached pity, like one who had already seen the end, and found no reason to explain. The mist thickened, swallowing the moonlight. Only their silhouettes remained, wavering in the grayish haze. The air was drawn taut, ready to shatter. Alia looked at Eryx’s back, and the unease in her chest deepened. —He wasn’t a simple enemy. —He was hiding something. She could almost feel it in her bones: the end of this “Grail War” was never about power, nor resurrection— but something deeper. Something far more dangerous.

Let me tell you a story aṣnd would you believe me if I said that the reason why the war between us can't be reconciled is because of the effect of the Holy Grail. Hakan: What do you mean? Kai: This is a story I am willing to tell. Over thousands of years ago the Holy Grail appeared in the human world. The story goes that a God had descended upon a small village and presented them with the Holy Grail. The villagers were made to worship and bow before the Grail so that they may be granted power. The humans back then were being suppressed by demons and were always on the verge of being hunted down. However the appearance of the artifact gave them a chance to fight against the demons and not onl

Goldie walks over to Katcha and grabs her by the arm. “Wait, no!” She panics and tugs on his hand to get him to let go. “What did you just do?!” Darryl also exclaims in a panic as he rushes to block the door. His knees shook from witnessing the phenomena from earlier, yet he is determined to look Goldie in the eyes. There is a golden glint within his irises, and they seemed to flicker and grow similarly compared to a fire. It grows more, and more, until all he could see is a whole room burning down. Like tinnitus, he could hear distant screaming that increased in volume. They’re crying and cursing out a name he can’t quite decipher. In the room, he is the only one who remains. The walls quic

She answered on the second ring, alert despite the early hour. "Blake? What's wrong?" "I need everything," I said. "Every contact, every favor we're owed, every piece of leverage we have on Wakes Savage. I need it now." "What happened?" I closed my eyes, seeing Aloe's face in the firelight, remembering the trust in her voice when she'd told me her secrets. "War," I said simply. "War happened.”

The untested crew of the Scald Crow is on their way to meet them. Swarms of butterflies tickled Warrens's stomach. Fear refused to visit him. Instead, the desire to test the eidolons' limits ruled him. The eidolon stalked back and forth across Warren's mind. Every fiber of Archons being sat on the edge, ready to show the visceral majesty of griffins. Warren did his best to ignore the spiritual creature, and drew a pistol blade, and admired the quality. “You scared?” The fiery-haired Grace asked, Her pirate captain's hat looked out of place against the modern combat gear. Stale whisky vapors almost knocked him out.

Grace flipped through the documents, her stomach twisting. Creed was planning to revive Project Ember. Rebranded. Global. She slammed the folder shut. “He used me.” Calla didn’t blink. “He used your desperation. That’s what men like him do.” Grace stood up, her eyes hard. “Then I’ll destroy him. Just like I did my father.” The war wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. But Grace Ashford was no longer a pawn. She was the queen. And this time, she’d burn the board to the ground if she had to.

It was a solid, yawning maw of violet and black, leading directly to the rain-slicked rooftops of the Abribi Covenant District. The door is open, Elowen said. And you keep your power, for now. But remember the cost of the test, Triple-Blood. By mastering the Glamour, you have signaled your ascension. The Stone will feel your approach. Zilo Graves will feel your return. You are no longer his secret. You are his rival. Sofia stood up, helping Nomo to his feet. He was still weak, the toxin still present, but he was standing. He looked at the portal, then at Sofia, his expression unreadable.

“That makes you Vale whether you like it or not.” Eugene’s gaze flicks toward the fortress behind us. “I’m here because of your Luna.” That word ripples through the courtyard. I step forward slowly. “Explain.” He meets my eyes directly. “Grace is accelerating the war.” No surprise there. “But it’s worse than you think,” he continues. “How?” Wesley asks sharply. “They aren’t planning to wear Blackmoor down.” “What then?” “They want a decisive battle.” I feel Riddick stir beneath my ribs. ‘A trap.’