Grapes Of Wrath Ending Novels & Stories

Yet, he also knew that he must now fade into the night, leaving Iana in Gryvra's capable hands. As the storm raged on, Theron whispered his final blessings, his voice carried away by the winds. He disappeared into the veil of darkness, his mission complete. And Gryvra, cradling Iana, stepped back into the warmth of her humble abode, where the flickering light of a hearth awaited them.

“Both the Morrison and Compton heirs dying will put an end to both packs neatly.” Jasper threw himself to the side and shot. The solid werewolf in the doorway staggered back a step in surprise at the same time as there was the sound of wood and glass shattering and screams and gunshot echoed through the building. Jasper landed on his back, the pain stealing his breath from him. “Jasper!” Reid bent over him anxiously. “Hold on! It’s our packs. Hold on,” he tore his top over his head and bundled it up, pressing it against Jasper’s wound. “Hold on Jasper.”

He rounded the table and wrapped his arms around Jenna, kissing her cheek and whispering something in her ear. Jake handed him a beer and ruffled James’ hair. He pulled a chair out and sat down at the table as Trip joined him, sitting down across from him. “He really killed a man?” James had left to go wash his hands in the bathroom. “Yeah, waited in my living room covered in his blood. Shot him in the back of the head,” Jake said. “Fuck, Wrath, that’s … intense.” “That’s the kid you wanted dead … aren’t you glad now you didn’t touch him?”

When the other customers in the bar saw this, they quickly came forward to mediate the situation. Only then did he release his hand. He stared coldly at the woman gasping for air. "Don't let me see you again." The woman scrambled away, spitting on the ground as she vanished from sight. "What a joke for you to act all righteous when you've been screwing your assistant all this time!" At the end of the night, Kieran stumbled back into the villa's secret room, reeking of alcohol. Looking at the photos lined with reminders of past happiness, he collapsed to his knees.

A second shot hissed through the air, punching a hole through the very screen that held the upload progress. We were trapped in a corner of glass and metal, and the Wrath was stepping closer, his boots clicking on the floor as he prepared for the final, clean kill.

Dad rips up the wood from the closet houses porch and lights in on fire, then Griffon and Dallas drag the witch to it. The witch doesn’t scream, and looks at me. “Tell her, I’m sorry, I’m sorry for being such a coward.” She whispers as her body goes up in flames. Griffon walks up behind me and watches as the witch disappears into ash. “Is this really over?” He whispers. I look around at the scene. The witches and wolves have stopped fighting, everyone just staring at the aftermath, then the witches start disappearing into clouds of dust. I look over at Amy just as she starts to sit up in Liam’s arms. Her eyes meet mine and she smiles. I return the smile and look up at Griffon. “Yeah… Yeah, I

The gentle stroke of his hand patting her head became aggressive all of a sudden. Soon enough, he grabbed her hair as he crouched. The grin disappeared from his face as the look of threat took place next. But Jade, feeling numb and empty, was unfazed by the grabbing Granger did. “This is your last chance to prove your worth… and if you fail…” Granger pulled her hair downward as he leaned closer to the bar while intently looking at her empty gaze. “You’ll meet the end of this pain… your demise.” Granger murmured just enough for her to hear. After delivering what he had to say, he then pulled her hair so hard one last time. Jade fell on her back, with the same empty expression.

Ryan made no move to separate the two fighting women. He only grinned at the scene. The sick fuck was enjoying himself. It was a loud commotion that separated them. "That better be the wolfsbane getting delivered, or I'm going to kill you." Grace threatened as she let her. They all left the room, and I tried to breathe. This might be my last moment on earth. I heard multiple gunshots just before I heard footsteps coming in my direction.

I matched my foot on the ground, destroying them all as they came, equally matching her power. But it didn’t last long, Xora was right behind her, holding her captive by her throat. This was the end and everyone held their breaths for it. “Any last words.” She bared her teeth. “You will pay! You will pay! I swear—“ Xora cut her head off in one clean motion and it bounced off the ground at the side. Her lifeless eyes remained open and haunting everyone who dared to look at it. It took an entire moment before we all began to cheer. We had won the war. Reagan was gone. Before I could even say knife, Miles hugged me and spun me around, causing me to giggle.

Then I hear a loud horn blowing and the sound of steel clashing and for the hundredth time I realize, I am dreaming. I wake up with a mind numbing headache and intense pain in my left leg. I notice a strange smell coming from my wound and realize some fool has spilled wine on it. I’m about to stand up and punch the nearest person holding a bottle of wine then Varkii shows up and pours a bottle of blueberry rum down my head. I respond in kind by spitting the rum at his face, he only laughs and pour the rest of the bottle down my head. My anger makes the headache worsen as I force myself up and begin punching Varkii on his shoulder. He just laughs and slaps my face then says “Damn you Molag!!!