Lucy Gray Ballad Novels & Stories

“You look like the world just slipped through your fingers.” I sat down on the edge of the war table, exhaustion suddenly weighing down my limbs. “It’s Georgia,” I muttered. Lucy stilled. “They say her blood is the key to breaking the curse on the southern packs. The seer called it the Blood of Elarion. Said it runs through her veins. And now… everything hinges on her again.” She was silent for a long time. “Then let me help,” Lucy said, stepping closer. I looked up, surprised.

She could see its red brake lights glowing in the dark. 'Easy for him to say' She thought bitterly. 'He’s the one in control.' *** When they reached the grand hall where the ball was held, Lucy stepped out of the car, and the cool night air hit her bare shoulders. The building in front of them was huge, with tall pillars and lights that made it glow like gold. The sound of soft music and voices floated out through the open doors. Barry came around the car and offered his arm. Lucy hesitated but took it. His grip was firm, like he wasn’t going to let her go. Together, they walked up the steps, their steps in time, his head held high and hers low.

I can hear multiple people in the chamber laugh and even the King has a huge grin on his face. “On the day of the Scarlet Ball, I made sure I got to my room on time. I needed to get ready for the Ball and I had found a neat way to braid my hair online. I was about to put on my dress when my Father walked in and took the dress from my bed, claiming it was perfect for Lucy. Not that she wore it to the Scarlet Ball; she had her own dress, which our Luna had bought for her.” I say as the screen lights up again. Footage is shown of my Father handing Lucy the dress and the moment the door closes, she rips it to shreds.

It was Lucy, her face pale and translucent like a ghost's, holding a bundle wrapped in Caleb's favorite blue blanket. "He's not yours anymore, Sarah," she whispered, her voice echoing as if from the bottom of a well. "I've taken what's you're just as you've taken what's mine... We're even now." She stepped backward into an abyss, and as she fell, she let out a jagged, piercing laugh that shattered the sky. I bolted upright in bed, my chest heaving, a cold sweat drenching my silk sheets. The room was bathed in the gray, uncertain light of 5:30 AM. My heart was a frantic drum, the phantom echo of Lucy’s laugh still ringing in my ears.

Lucy always manages to get hers to rhyme, though. When Jane's poem was done, she read it over one last time. It was actually pretty good, not as good as Lucy's, but definitely the best poems she'd ever written. Best of it said what she wanted to say. 'For Grace Anderson My love for you is like A Bunsen burner burning bright. It burns all day, It burns all night. However cold it gets outside, There's a part of me inside. That stays warm When it gets dark outside, There's a part of me inside

That’s when we both gasped and saw a thing with a sword sticking out of it turned to us on its knees and growing deep in its throat. I tightened my grip on my garrote as Grace did the same, both of us tensing our muscles to attack the creature that had surely taken Lucy. Just before we sprung though, our little cousin came in front of it looking scared shitless and trembling all over. “G-get back!” Lucy screamed at us, her eyes unfocused and filled with tears. “Get the fuck back or I’ll- I’ll kill you both, I swear!” The thing groaned and put a paw like hand on her hip, a pitiful attempt to push her aside “I-I gotta protect you, treasure.” It moaned. “I-I can still protect you. You just… got

"You're something else, idiot Casper! How dare you mock me and even say you caught my Lady's heart. Tell me the truth! When did you become such a sweet-talker!" Lucy was like a tiny pink tiger cub pouncing at Caspian. Initially, Lucy only wanted to scare Caspian, but she once again underestimated Caspian's strength. As Caspian used the Ursa Major's Blurred Shadows to move to the side slightly, the petite Lucy was instantly grabbed by the waist and placed under Caspian's armpit. With her little legs kicking nonstop, Lucy appeared flustered but adorable.

Ares nodded. Lucy stepped forward, flicking her hands and muttering some words. There was a large bubble placed around our group. When I took my eyes off that bubble I found us all with our own colored bubbles. None of them are the same. Ares' was black, black as night with red dots around. "Satan's balls! That's a great witch's curse." Lucy grumbled, clearly knowing more than the rest of us. "Layman's terms please." I asked.

"Elijah Gray is not my brother, Felicity. He is the one who saved me from the dead, one year ago. And I am really Luciana Edith." Lucia paused her words for a moment, and immediately knocked Felicity's body away from her with a great deal of force there. It instantly caused Felicity a great deal of pain, and she coughed, as she pressed against her neck, which felt very stiff, and her breathing, which felt very labored.

Nina Morrison loosens her teeth in frustration, but Lucien Gray seems to get great encouragement. His tongue incites in her mouth and seizes her sweetness crazily. Nina Morrison closes her eyes. The tears of humiliation stream through her nose into her mouth. Lucien Gray tastes the salt. He opens his eyes and sees Nina Morrison's tearful eyes. "Why do you cry? I am the one who got bitten!" Lucien Gray gives up the invasion. He raises his hand and clumsily tries to wipe her tears.