Lucy Gray Ballad Novels & Stories

"Grace, you saved my life last time. It was three years ago, in the palace gardens, when I nearly fell into the pond, but you pulled me back to safety. You told me that every life deserved to be saved. "And now, I'm also asking you to save my life," she said, beginning to cry. "I know that I've let you down. I'll make it up to you for the rest of my life. I'll do everything you say and take good care of you. I'll do anything, as long as you spare my life…" Lucy tightened her grip on my hand and said in a low voice, "Don't listen to her, Grace. She's only taking advantage of your kindness."

It was, after all, within her. “There is another way,” Lucy appeared before her. Lucy’s face was deathly white, her irises blanched in death, her lips blue. She offered Aislen a bloodied knitting needle. “It hurts like nothing else, but give it a good shove, and you won’t be pregnant anymore.” Aislen danced back from the puddle of blood that formed around Lucy’s feet, dripping down her legs and staining her socks. “They don’t care what happens to us,” Lucy told her, her skin turning black and her body crumbling into dust before Aislen’s eyes, until nothing remained but a sticky pool of blood reflecting her own face back at her.

it Sounded like a triggered boomed to my soul as i gazed around . I exchanged a meaningful glance with Lucy. "Did you think we used more than our time?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. "I don't know, but I think we should get up."I stirred with a concerned look, my voice a little bit slumpy and sleepy. Lucy rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the sleep. "But it's so dark... how long have we been sleeping?" she snapped standing up from the bed. "Come on out! You've slept long enough! You're using more then your time!" The loud voice outside grew more insistent.

There was no struggle to call her magic, and she wasn’t confused. “Catch.” She threw the fire, and Patricia tried to dodge the ball, but it caught her shoulder. Patricia screamed out in agony. Lucy wasn’t done. After years upon years of being told she was nothing, she was weak, what she’d heard this one woman say to her best friend was the final straw. Pushing her hand out, Lucy wrapped some invisible kind of noose around Patricia’s neck and squeezed, dragging the woman to her. In the distance, she heard her mate and her friend calling to her, but she was tired of listening to them reason with her.

"Ms. Everhart, you haven't had breakfast yet. It's time for lunch now. I'll bring your food to you." Lucy said, "I have no appetite, Griselda. My head hurts. I want to sleep." Griselda paused for a while before she said, "Okay." Griselda noticed how depressed Lucy was. She wanted to comfort Lucy, but she was at a loss for what to say. In the end, she covered Lucy with a blanket and left the room. When the door was closed, Lucy couldn't take it anymore and started sobbing. Griselda's heart ached as she heard the sound of Lucy crying from outside the door.

It was like a dump truck trying to blow up my mind. I couldn't help but sigh. The memories I tried to cultivate are coming back to me now. Once upon a time, there was a girl named Lucy who lived in the middle of the lofty province of Apayao. One day Lucy was ordered by her grandmother Madra to clean her room. However, instead of following her Grandmother's command, Lucy chose to go to sleep so that her grandmother would not command her.

"You’re not." "Then what am I?" Gabriel stepped forward. "You’re the only thing I’m certain of right now." She wanted to believe him. She did. But part of her still braced for the fall. That night, a storm rolled in. Rain lashed the windows, and wind howled through the eaves. Lucy stood on her balcony, wrapped in a shawl, watching the vineyard disappear into mist. She felt like she was standing on the edge of something vast and irreversible.

“Lets just keep the ball rolling honey" Lucy does not understand her mother, she turned around to asked her mother to clarify herself, but she was shock at what happened. Linda had turned pale immediately, her eyeball were retracted inside, even her expression changed to painful expression, to say that fact, Linda looked more like someone who was in a serious pain right now.

This poor dolly had been in the wars. "This is Lucy," Gracie said "She's missing an eye, because she was a Warrior who had it removed by enemy spies when they tortured her," I flinched, Gracie really had some imagination. What a dark idea for a small child to have in her mind. It made me wonder what kind of things she had heard, or even seen. Perhaps it was living with three men who possibly enjoyed their violence. I placed the doll on the ground, face down to remove the thought from my mind, and took my attention to Gracie.

It was at least the size of a saucer. She slay a bat and spilled the blood on her body, Lucy shook but still didn't wake up. Her wheezy, cackling voice rose higher and higher as she neared the end of her incantation. A row of teeth, blackened and broken into stubs, like old tombstones, lay below her cruel and jagged eyebrows. They hinted at her cruelty as they arced up and over her dead-fish eyes like sickles. Those eyes suddenly shimmered with the spite of a thousand years as she turned fully towards Travis and pinned him with her gaze.