Paladins Grace Novels & Stories

Again. Breathing deeply, he paved his way to the right wing of the place and headed to a huge garden located in the middle of the Palace. Large balls of energy were emitting different spectres of light to the surroundings. There was a stage situated a hundred steps away from him as people gathered around it. He walked a few steps ahead as he tried to look for his brother and mother on the stage. Instead he saw his father, a man in his mid 60's with a grey beard covering half of his face. He was wearing a green velvet robe bearing the Seal of the Guardians: a symbol of a fist wrapped in a circle. There were four others who stood beside him that wore the same robes with the seal.

"Ethan, please, please be okay—" Through the haze of pain, I heard Grace laughing. That cold, sinister laugh that made my skin crawl. "Well done, Pascal," Grace said, sounding genuinely pleased. "That's my boy." I forced my eyes open, my vision swimming. Pascal stood over me, breathing hard, his knuckles bloody. There was no remorse in his expression. No hesitation. Just the flat, satisfied look of a man who had enjoyed that far more than he should have. Grace sat in her wheelchair, her expression one of sick satisfaction.

He looked like a refined gentleman. Red and white made the perfect contrast. They instantly drew every eye the moment they walked in. "Look, that's Ms. Wendell and Mr. Hale of Wendell Group, right? They really are a perfect match. They're both capable and good-looking!" "I heard their company was on the brink of bankruptcy, but Mr. Hale single-handedly turned it around. How did he even pull that off?" Although Sandra's company had taken a hit from the court case, its sudden comeback made it an industry legend. Public opinion began to turn.

What she was thinking, perhaps Elias wasn’t good at expressing herself. “He’s a powerful person?” Asteria asked curiously. “Of course.” Elias nodded. “He’s a magnificent swordsman. Only His Grace in this entire continent that has this title, a Grand Swordsman.” He continued, this time somehow the tone was much more relaxed, “His Grace should be able to defeat twenty thousand soldiers alone with his skill and strength.” A look of contemplation flashed in Elias’s eyes, as if he had just calculated something. It went unnoticed by Asteria, who was in enormous shock.

“Yes dear. Already on it” Grace really is a supreme woman. A former luna but a physician too. She runs the pack hospital. She doesn’t need to work or have an occupation since dad had done so well for himself but she loves doing it. Ok, I need to focus on… well, nothing i guess since Zak gave me the afternoon. “Kalen, let’s stretch our legs”. I could feel him eagerly stretching, ready to burn some energy. For some reason I have so much nervous energy right now which is making me uncomfortable.

“ I... Although I blame her for not helping me, I do not want her to die...” “ Timid human!” Grace looks stern. Her eyes are as sharp as a sword when she looks at me. The light in her eyes are like poison, fatal and dangerous. She is horrible! Seeing me eager to escape from her, Grace changes her face into a softer one. She tries to smile gently and with me in the eye, but I only think that she looks even more horrible. “ It is just a small trick. You will not kill anyone, Cody or Emelia”. Grace ‘s POV

Once. “Purple lilies,” she said. Then, after a beat, “And Bailey, your password system is ridiculous.” Bailey sniffed. “Ungrateful people everywhere.” James opened the door. Cold rain swept in. Grace came through first. She wore her old blue cardigan over her nightgown, rubber boots on her feet, and an expression that suggested she was deeply annoyed with everyone currently alive. A bandage had been wrapped around her left forearm. Soot smudged one cheek. Her silver hair had come loose from its braid.

"What if the person who made the mistake has spent three years learning to be better? What if he's finally understood what real strength looks like?" "What if he has?" Grace's voice was carefully neutral, but I caught the slight hitch in her breathing. "That doesn't undo the damage that was done." "No," I agreed. "But it might be a starting point for building something new." Grace was quiet for a long moment, her gaze fixed on our joined hands. When she spoke, her voice was so soft I almost missed it. "I watched you in those rank games. The way you fought—there was something different about it. Colder. More precise."

I smiled holding my own sword to Klaus’s neck, his somewhere on the ground close by as I’ve managed to block his blow, force his sword out of his hand, and managed to have mine on his neck. “Indeed I am” Klaus smiled putting a hand on mine and lowering it all while keeping his eyes on me as he cupped my cheeks “and I’m very proud of you” “It’s all thanks to you Klaus, thank you” I said looking him in the eye, I knew that I’ve come a very long way since him and I first started training, Grace having helped a lot, teaching me how to move more flexibly as a female, our bodies allowing us to maneuver a little faster than males, she also had my own sword made for me by the swordsmen in the palace

Her hands moved with precision as she explained something technical, her expression animated with genuine interest. "She's really getting into it," Quinn observed. "Looks like she knows her stuff." Ethan watched as Grace gestured at the display, completely unaware of his attention. Her dark hair was pulled back in a simple style that emphasized her delicate features. She spoke with calm authority, her healing knowledge evident as the group around her nodded in understanding. "The Moonstone team seems to value her input," Quinn added, studying his friend's expression carefully. Quinn tilted his head and asked with a grin, "Is she really laying out core pack healing technology to those people?