Paladins Grace Novels & Stories

As she stretches her hands to the punching bag, you can see her blood vessels showing. Impressive strength, impressive muscles. “Twi? Is there anything?” The woman asked, not even sparring Farrah a glance. Twilight pointed Farrah with her thumb finger, “New temporary member. She’s a doctor with healing ability. Dr. Lee, this is Gracea, Deputy Captain of the team.” When the woman named Gracea heard the word healer, she finally acknowledged Farrah’s existence. Looking at her up and down, she nodded, as if satisfied. “Better be ready, you can’t die first.” It was the only thing she said before focusing back on the pitiful punching bag. She no longer looked at them, openly telling them to roll.

My patience was already slice thin, and would snap at any time now. It’s already been two days since my encounter with that slimy, pretentious, unfaithful bitch. She was supposed to be dead by now. At the very least, she should have been on the floor, writhing in agony, gasping for breath as the poison works through her veins. But she was still here, alive. Untouched. Walking around the palace like nothing had happened. And Grace… Grace stood before me with her head bowed, her body trembling like a pathetic leaf caught in the wind. Was she such a loyal dog who can’t bear to bring harm to her owner?

But how could I dream of that when I couldn’t even do anything for Blade? “When you’re tired, give me a call. I’ll play this song for you again. And when you feel like it’s hard to breathe anymore, link with me. I know you didn’t choose me but I’d still like to be there for you, Kat. Just one word and I’ll still come running to wherever you are.” (Onyx) “DAMN it! Why am I even doing this?!” I had lost count about the number of times I heard His Grace cuss as he pulled the hybrids one by one. His new-found strength and the dark mana had made it impossible for all of us to stand after he used a spell against us.

“Emmett is strong; he has Alpha and Omega strength, which makes him not only powerful but also adaptive. The poison has been released faster than expected, so it's a matter of knowing how to act. And we're prepared for that.” I nodded at Grace's words, but I felt afraid. “We're going to be fine,” Elijah said. “Haven't you felt fluctuations in your energy?” Grace asked, frowning. "For someone exposed to the amount of moonstone they described in the room you were in, you look great, as if you'd never been there. You don't even have the burn marks the stone leaves." “What do you mean?” Elijah asked firmly. Grace looked at us suspiciously, and I knew what she was about to say was bad.

"Isabelle likes Northbridge Capital. She wants to begin her career here. You will arrange it." A cream envelope slid across my desk. It was not sealed. Inside was a generous charity check and a pledge to donate to Northbridge's women in finance initiative. I didn't touch it. I only looked at her hands. They were pale, full, and carefully manicured. A diamond bracelet sat on one wrist with the quiet arrogance of serious money. Those hands had never scrubbed coal water from work shirts, split open in winter, or bent all night over a sewing machine. The real Grace Walker didn't have hands like that.

She shook her head in response to Blade’s questioning stare and tightened her lips to show how much she disapproved of it. I was left confused as to why Blade was requiring the old lady’s permission to reveal whatever was bothering him to me. I placed my other hand on our intertwined hands. “Please tell me, I am tired of being left in the dark. You just asked me to trust you and I do, why can’t you trust me?” His eyes met mine again and he leaned down to kiss my palm. “I trust you.” “Then tell me.” The old lady was seething inwards but Blade ignored her. “I have a condition.” He began. “I… I am somehow cursed.”

The training field behind the packhouse echoed with the sharp clash of wood against wood. Gracelyn spun on the balls of her feet, her braid whipping behind her as she blocked another strike. Sweat dampened the collar of her training shirt, but her grip on the staff remained steady. “Too slow,” she teased, knocking the weapon from her opponent’s hands. The young warrior groaned as the staff hit the dirt. “Luna, that was unfair.” Gracelyn grinned, slightly breathless. “Life’s unfair. An enemy won’t slow down because you’re tired.”

Mark stepped forward and bowed to his utmost while the soldiers yelled passionately to the queen; the king had died and Maria is still in the hands of Falstad, so she, Mary, has the highest authority currently. “The crown is eternally grateful for your loyalty.” Mary stepped forward, her tone was mixed with gratitude and relief. “Many have fallen overnight, the undead might have spread all over our lands- bringing pain and suffering to our people. Yet our kingdom will rise from its ashes! And you, heroes, will have your names engraved as the men who have helped rebuild it. For Forleorne!” Her speech raised their morale, cheers rang aloud while all kneeled in an oath to their new lord. She wa

We’ve increased our patrols and thankfully, we now have two sides of our pack lands that border Liam and Rik’s packs, which provides extra security for all of us. Grace is getting stronger. Her ability to pull power has now extended past Cara to Rik. Somehow, once they were able to connect the mind link, it made it possible for Grace to also pull from Rik’s power. Ailduin has been testing her ability to pull it separately from Rik or through Cara. At our last training session, Grace was able to not only pull from Cara and Rik, but she also touched on Rik’s pack members. Liam still refuses to allow Angel to participate, and I don’t blame him. Grace is exhausted after every training session. H

Raymond held her hand and wanted to walked out of the place. Grace took off his hand from her and went after Palmer. "Let's leave him and just go" Raymond didn't think it was necessary to kill him. He wouldn't attempt anything with what he had just gotten. A broken arm that its healing was not so sure. "Stop right there" Palmers came out of hiding and pointed a gun at Grace. "That's why it is good to be ambidextrous" he laughed like a maniac. "Go down on your knees!" he yelled at her again. Grace didn't move, she stood there like a tree. She wasn't going to go on her knees.