Paladins Grace Novels & Stories

“You look really happy, Madam Grace. And Alpha Damon, you look defeated.” “Oh shut up and go get the maidens that’ll clean this up. I turned my grade to Grace only to see her nodding in response with a wide grin on her face. If someone had told me today that the same girl who tried to escape multiple times from my palace after marriage would be the same one eating and smiling here, I wouldn’t believe it.

. I met her gaze, the weight of truth settling in my chest. Dahlia, Grace's daughter, was a force unto herself, a fierce warrior with a spirit that matched the fire in her mother's eyes."I did, Alpha Grace," I replied, my voice steady. "We spoke of the impending battle, of the need for unity against Elvina's darkness."A flicker of emotion passed across Grace's features, a mixture of gratitude and apprehension. She knew the dangers that loomed, the stakes that were higher than ever before. Dahlia was not just her daughter, but a vital member of our ranks, a beacon of hope in the face of adversity."Good," Grace murmured, her gaze never wavering. "She trusts you, Romeo. Your words carry weight

Grace said rolling her eyes. "We are telling the truth." Dylan said this time. "Don't fuck with me I saw him grabbing Josh's collar." Grace said gritting her teeth. "No we were-----" as Lucas was saying Grace held his jaw in a tight grip. Even he was way more burly and muscular then her. But still she had more power and skills than him. What does she do to summon this much power? "Do-not-ever-even-try-to-touch-him-again." she said pressurizing on every word to show the authority of her words.

A tear slips down her cheek "And neither does the past." Father Michael places his hand over hers. "You are Marrine." She closes her eyes. "You are not a monster." He pauses "You are not a mistake." Another tear falls. "And you are not alone." For a long moment Marrine stands there, silent. Then she leans forward and rests her head on his shoulder. Father Michael holds her as the sound of the sea swells outside the church. Far below the surface, something ancient and powerful opens its eyes. Marrine suddenly straightens.

He is sounding more like an Alpha with every word. I don't look up, but I take it by my mates silence to mean that he is taking Samuel's words into consideration. He is thinking. "I'm so sorry, Grace." It is Logan who finally speaks after a moment of pin drop silence. And then he continues. "I Alpha Logan hereby reject you, Grace Brooks as my mate and Luna of this pack. Your ties are no longer to this pack therefore you may leave upon your choosing. The decision is yours." All the air left in my lungs escapes and I can no longer breathe. My head becomes dizzy.

Liora rubbed his arm, trying to channel calm into him amidst the emotional storm. A woman stepped out from the shadows behind Julian Sr.’s wheelchair. It was Grace. She no longer wore her polite assistant’s attire. Instead, she was dressed in black tactical gear, her hair tied back in a ponytail, and a Glock pistol holstered at her hip. “Do not blame Mr. Julian, Mavric,” Grace said in a cold tone never heard before. “He gave you everything. He gave you the throne of Thorne Group so you could keep it warm for him until he was ready to return. You should be grateful.”

Grace flipped through the documents, her stomach twisting. Creed was planning to revive Project Ember. Rebranded. Global. She slammed the folder shut. “He used me.” Calla didn’t blink. “He used your desperation. That’s what men like him do.” Grace stood up, her eyes hard. “Then I’ll destroy him. Just like I did my father.” The war wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. But Grace Ashford was no longer a pawn. She was the queen. And this time, she’d burn the board to the ground if she had to.

Her armor is as dark as midnight, her cloak snaps behind her, and her eyes are bright with something that is no longer entirely sane. She doesn't look like Leo's daughter anymore. She looks like something forged in loss and obsession. Her gaze finds me instantly. Of course it does. This was always coming. Justin's voice drops to a whisper. "She wasn't supposed to be here." "She couldn't stay away," I answer. Grace steps onto the battlefield itself. She isn’t observing. Now, she is participating. Her voice carries across the snow. "Is this what you think victory looks like?"

I curved my lips, "Thank you for the compliment." Grace lowered her face, hushed her voice, and moved closer to me, stating, "You won't be able to stay complacent for long; you definitely won't become the Luna of the pack." My heart sank, but I didn't let it show on my face. I gazed at Grace indifferently, "Is that so? Whether or not I can become the Luna of the pack doesn't matter to me. However, I derive the most satisfaction from seeing others disappointed. Since you claim that, we'll see. After all, only by becoming the Luna of the pack can I rightfully expel you and make you pay for what you once did."

"Wendigo!? That's not possible! He would have to commit cannabilism and...and.." "Liam wouldn't commit the unforgivable sin? Well, he did. Cleo helped. He killed a wolf at a rogue camp a couple of days ago. But, you know as well as I there is no earthly magic that can save him. Dark magic, on the other hand, would fix it." Grace's face is torn as her soul battles against her demonic nature. She holds on to the last piece of her soul; her hope for Selene and Luke. They were the thin thread keeping her from being sucked dry. "What game are you playing, Grace? One minute you're some heartless dehman; the next, it's like your humanity is coming through. What is your endgame here?"