Novel & Cerita Her Graceful War Song Novel

Kind of felt like I owed him one now. Grace began humming along to a song on playing in the car. At first, I didn't recognize the song but as the chorus hit, I realized that it was Unstoppable by Sia. The song suited Grace. She truly was unstoppable. Through all the bad shit that seemed to happen to her, she still found a way to raise from it all, like a Phoenix rising from it's ashes.

they bowed before her as she took over the pack, making a promise to take revenge. Meanwhile, Gracious came out of Georgia's capture, as she ran to Jonny. The war had ended already as she stood before the palace's gate. The rain was falling harder, making her drenched in the water. Tears and Water were dissolved on her face, as she was finding Jonny desperately. She yelled-" Jonny!!!! Jonny... It's me, Gracious. Please come out... I needed to tell you something."

His fingers tightened around his glass, jaw clenching so hard the muscle ticked. His gaze drank her in from the glitter of her dress to the red of her lips like he was memorizing her. But his eyes… his eyes burned with jealousy. Every man looking at her? An enemy. Every woman whispering about her? A threat. Grace didn’t notice him. Not yet. She lifted her champagne flute to her lips with casual grace. Zade exhaled shakily as if he had been holding his breath since she entered. "G, why don't you sing a song today? It's high time we heard a song from you. Please.” Kiara said excitedly looking at Grace hopefully.

Every other thing became a blur as my hands moved to hold her from falling. A certain fire ran through our connected body as if an effect of our close proximity. As if she felt it too, she pushed me away and spoke something under her breath that I didn’t quite get. “. Oh and miss kitten,” I spoke when she started walking, “ We do not want to start a war we can’t finish now can we?” “ she gave me a smirk, “ Oh but I do love war Mr. Grumpy.” Damn…….. what a woman. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::;::::::::

He cut me off, not with anger, but with the quiet gravity that meant he’d already made up his mind. “I still have people, a few. One's Vivienne couldn’t buy.” Desmond’s head tilted back against the chair, a humorless smile tugging at his mouth. “Finally, the great Noah decides he can’t win the war alone.” Noah didn’t rise to the jab. He didn’t even look at him. His eyes stayed on mine. “Grace. If we go in blind again, she wins. She’ll have Nova, and she’ll have us too.”

Her eyes briefly met the young girl next to Jasper, her eyes wide and innocent, then flickering with unease as she watched them. The girl gripped Jasper's arm, her fingers showing no sign of letting go. Gone was the shame of being the other woman she had felt the night before. She clung to him like a delicate flower in need of protection. Elaine saw a ghost of her past self in her. She had been that girl once. As Elaine made to leave, Lucy caught her eye, a taunting smile playing on her lips, and she subtly gestured to her neck. Elaine's gaze followed, taking in the pale, soft skin marred by a patchwork of love bites—the unmistakable signs of passionate affection.

I don’t know why I’m thinking about him constantly. I don’t know if he’ll ever come back. Not sure if I’d want to welcome him if he did. But I’m grateful. Grateful he let Selena go. Grateful she found me. Grateful to have something worth fighting for. The sun rises. I watch it through the window. Tomorrow, Gracia’s warriors arrive. Tomorrow, we get closer to war. Today, I hold my wife. I feel my children move. I let myself hope.

Raven’s point of view. I was tied up in a dark room, with my hands and legs tried, and a gag put in my mouth. I scanned the room and saw four other girls like me, with our body covered with thin, transparent fabric. I gritted my teeth as I thought of how to free myself from the alpha of Blood Moon’s pack, but just then I heard footsteps approaching the room. “We must do as he says, if we ever want to end this war and get back our soldiers that he is holding captive.” A voice said.

Gaven The moment Grace falls… The war ends. There isn’t an official treaty or a meeting with Alphas. It ends in the way that every warrior understands. The moment the one holding the war together dies, so does the cause. For several seconds after Fern pulls her blade free, no one moves. Grace collapses into the snow, her dark armor stark against the white ground, her blood spreading slowly beneath her like ink across parchment. Fern drops to her knees beside her. She doesn’t look victorious or relieved. No, Fern is grieving the loss of her sister.