Her Graceful War Song Novel Novels & Stories

She only felt the terrifying, cold beauty of the girl standing before them. Grace was no longer the child in the yellow raincoat. She was a young woman, tall and ethereal, her hair floating in the static-charged air. Her eyes were not looking at her parents; they were looking through them, seeing the "Song of the World"—the billions of heartbeats, the hum of the cities, the vibration of the tectonic plates. "It’s so beautiful, Mama," Grace said, her voice a multilayered harmony. "The world isn't silent. It’s a scream that never ends. I can fix it. I can make the scream a song."

The twins were with her, watching with interest as she bandaged a sobbing warrior’s amputated leg. “Kids, you shouldn’t be seeing this,” I said as I approached, but neither Max nor Jane made moves to get up. Jane simply handed Grace another roll of bandages while Max stroked the warrior’s hair, soothing him. “They’re good with them,” Grace said softly as I took a seat next to her and began to help. “I think they like it. Connecting with the soldiers.” I shot my friend a look. The terror of what might have happened to Damon was etched clearly into her face just as it likely was mine.

This woman was Gracia. She was a renowned female entrepreneur, philanthropist, and writer of the Southwest region. She had published five books and had thousands of fans. Her books were about the story of a heroine who was as brave as a man. The female lead of her book was named Cora Thompson and she was a soldier at the frontier. Wyvern Peak’s members who read Gracia’s books knew that the inspiration for the main character of these books was Gloria. Perhaps Gracia had missed her sister in her heart all this time.

I was tempted to ask if her book was titled The Chronicles of My Secret Crush on Dax Donomie. We wrapped up the writing tips, but Grace wasn’t done talking. No, she seamlessly transitioned into telling me about her life or, more accurately, her life with Dax. “Dax is grouchy but such a gentleman,” she gushed, clasping her hands like she was narrating a fairy tale. Grouchy, gentleman? What the heck was that? “Even when he looks like he could kill anyone who dares to annoy him, deep down, he’s so kind.”

Ava kicked her harshly and walked away, disappearing into the crowds of people who were watching this drama. Grace kept that smile on her face as she sat on the corner of the path and those who passed by her called her crazy. She had won, she completed the mission she had set for herself, she made Ava hate her, but she lost her love in it. She lost again in this war of love and was back in that dark corner again where no light was able to reach.

He kisses my knuckles. "Welcome home, Graziella." I look at the sunrise. The ghost is gone. The Queen is home. And she has a war to win.

The new Grace was preparing to unleash war on Derek Voss. And she meant to win.

Grace who was a sunshine, Grace who always had a wide grin on her face, Grace who used to talk a lot. She was Sasha. Known as the warrior princess of the Walton Kingdom. Warrior? That phrase went weird considering how soft and docile Grace was. This girl named Sasha had elegance in her. The way she walked, and talked slowly with her people. She had a stance of power and elegance. She was everything Grace was yet she was nothing Grace was. That night I couldn't fucking stay still so I went to her room and watched her sleep just like right now. Oh, what a creep I have become.

Ivandor repeated as he had told him before. "You haven't really kissed that much girls though. Just Lila, Farren, Grace and Ulani. And I'm very sure you said it was the best kiss of your life when you kissed them too." "Did I? Well, you know what? This particular one supersedes all like a ratio of 2 to 100. She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in all my years of living. She has long blonde straight hair, her skin is as smooth as silk, like that of a new born baby's, her cheeks are rosy pink and she has light freckles on her pointed nose. Her voice is soft as summer rain, her eyes are the bluest I've ever seen, she like a freaking doll. Her touch gave me chills , it made the hair o

Marinah lifts the top book, shuffles pages, and begins reading. War is the world of Shadow Warriors. For Shadow Women this is unacceptable. We are mothers, nurturers, providers. That which is war will never touch our door again. I, as Nova Warrior, have suppressed that which weakened me. My Nova will stand guard as we walk a path of harmony. She is at peace with my decision. "Who wrote it?" I ask when she gently closes the book and looks up at me. "My grandmother." It makes sense the woman was Nova. They didn't all stay on the home planet as our texts suggest. We also have no information on female Novas. Maybe the women kept secrets.