Human Race 3 Days Grace Novels & Stories

James gave chase. Grace heard the voices before she spotted the town, and she nearly toppled over with relief. She increased her speed, and finally, blessedly, she reached civilization. The sun was steadily rising in the sky, casting a violet haze on the people just now starting their day. Warming Grace, and even burning her. Her skin itched, prickling as if little bugs were crawling through her veins.

I heard the voice of my uncle Brian Pearson shouting while holding a sign. I turned my head in surprise and saw him wheeling my elderly grandmother towards me. Brian seemed to have not changed much in my memory, and my grandma's eyes remained loving. "Krista, let me look at you carefully!" My grandmother caressed my hand, her eyes also filled with tears. "My dear, you suffered there. But when you come back to my place, no one will ever bully you again." My grandma held my hand tightly and refused to let go. I never mentioned to them what had happened between me and Ayden. Maybe it was because the tiredness on my face couldn't be concealed anymore, or maybe it was the telepathy between a gran

“If you’re hearing this, it means the system still breathes. My name is Grace Elora Vance. We built Eden to protect love — and they turned it into a weapon. If you’re still fighting… don’t let them rewrite what it means to be human.” Victor looked at Adanna and for a moment, she wasn’t standing in a vault; she was standing in history. Grace’s voice continued: “There will come a time when someone will find this message someone born from both destruction and mercy. To that person… forgive us. We couldn’t save the world. Maybe you still can.” Adanna’s knees weakened. “She’s talking about… me.” Victor caught her as she staggered. “No, Adanna. She’s talking to you.”

My mother’s voice, a chilling echo of impending doom, haunted me throughout the day. "Marry Alexander, or you're disowned. Father's decision, final." A threat? Or a cold, hard truth? Mother wasn't one for empty gestures, and the fear clawed at me. Eighteen days until I became Alexander's wife, eighteen days to save Ryan. Home felt like a refuge, yet the exhaustion was crushing – the weight of work, the weight of this impending marriage. I took a cold shower to try to release some of the stress I felt, then I decided to begin some work on my laptop.

I step out of the car, sunglasses on and an overnight bag slung casually over my shoulder. Thirty days……Thirty days inside this house. I smirk. Let the games begin. The front doors open before I reach them and Adam, the butler, stands there, perfectly composed in his dark suit, silver hair immaculate, hands folded in front of him like he has been waiting. “Good morning, Mr. Raze,” he says in that smooth, steady tone that has survived three generations of Carrington arrogance. “Adam,” I reply, genuinely pleased. “Still working for this circus I see.”

"Be with me, Holly. I'll build a good life for us!" … I switched on my phone and saw 17 unread texts, with the latest one from five minutes ago. "Holly, I'm at the city hall, by the main entrance. When are you getting here?" I stared at the screen, and a laugh slipped out of me. How ironic. After 27 days of begging, all he offered was a promise to marry me in three days. Those three days came and went, and I couldn't even find the strength to call that lie out.

Natalia “We’re almost home,” Damon said softly, glancing at me in the rearview mirror. “Grace is waiting with the pack doctor.” I nodded, too exhausted to speak. Behind us, Andrei followed in a separate vehicle with Mila. I hated that part of me was wishing that I was in that car instead, beside Andrei. Three days. I had been in that rogue camp for three days, and it felt like a lifetime. But Grace and the twins were all okay, and right now, that was all that mattered.

Melanie's eyes flashed with anger, and suddenly she clutched her stomach while exclaiming, "My stomach... Is the baby coming?!" Henry's face twisted in sudden panic, and he swept Melanie into his arms, bolting for the door. As he rushed by, Melanie's hand shot out, gripping my arm with a fierce tug. I stumbled, crashing to the ground as Wren's gasp echoed in my ears. Pain washed over me, turning my face ghostly pale. Wren, shaking, lifted me up, her voice breaking as she called for a doctor. Through the blur, I caught Henry hesitating for a split second, but then, he was gone, not once looking back.

Panni was trusting a man who was literally a ticking time bomb, Jian was preparing a ritual that would end humanity as they knew it, and Grace’s only hope for rescue was a father who had been subconsciously programmed to kill her. (Watch out for the next chapter)

Third Person The morning sun cast a gentle glow over the Red Moon Pack territory, but for Ethan, the day held a weight that eclipsed the warmth of the sunlight. The events of the previous day, the solemn procession, and the final farewell to his mother, Sena, lingered in the air like a palpable ache. He awoke to the murmur of the pack outside his window. It was a comforting presence on any other day and would have been a source of solace. Today, however, the familiar sounds felt distant, as if the world had shifted into a subdued, mournful melody.