Paladins Grace Novels & Stories

Grace couldn't be bothered to type, so she turned on her microphone and said with a smile, "An eye for an eye. I had to retaliate since you all sniped me as soon as I appeared!" "I was right! 'The Dragon is Mine' with mediocre skills is a girl!" "Why is there such a weak player on this team when the rest of them are so skilled?" Grace was annoyed. "What's wrong with being weak? I can win as long as my teammates are great!" The other teammates didn't dare to speak. After all, they were world champions. It would be embarrassing if people found out that they were stomping on rookies. However, as they looked at their IDs, they were all shocked.

Definitely their mother's child. "No, tea please," Grace answered as they led us to an open area with sofas and a table in the middle. "So," Grace started the instant she sat, "This is the future Luna," she commented, painting to me, "She can never be like the Priestess, that I agree or rival with her power but she's good too and just the right person Elias needs with him. She's just the right amount of fire to keep him in check. Julia nodded, "I understand."

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

Salvador didn't grant Grace a swift death. Instead, he commanded that her legs be shattered—one brutal strike at a time. Flesh split, blood pooled, and gleaming white bone pierced through torn skin. The pain was so unbearable that Grace lost consciousness multiple times. After hours of torment, she was unceremoniously cast aside, her broken form left to suffer in the Cold Palace. Salvador personally led Caden to the Cold Palace, his expression as cold as the wind that swept through its desolate halls.

Marci said, rubbing his temples. “At least he’s alive… wherever he is, right?” I murmured, rubbing my stomach in worry. “I believe he is,” Grace replied firmly, drawing a dagger from beneath her cloak, causing my brows to furrow. “Take it. You might need it soon,” she said quietly, placing the weapon in my right hand before leaving without another word. I glanced at Marci, confused. “What’s happening?” He stepped closer, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Lord Cedric has been framed and exiled. It won’t be long before the Council moves to overtake the pack, and that will throw everything into chaos.”

The dark, heavy wood furniture is upholstered in linens with delicate floral patterns, the whole room simply refined and decidedly feminine in exactly the way that fits my impressions of Grace. I’d come up here because I was grateful. Though she’d recognized my dyslexia, her ocean blue eyes were full of compassion and absent of pity, her hand warm through the sleeve of my thermal shirt when she’d touched me. In that instant, gratefulness became much more. Focusing on my purpose, I force my eyes to her face and away from her bed, dismayed to find rather than uncomplicate my feelings, her beauty compounds them. “Grace, I wanted to tell you thanks. Again. I think you’ve single-handedly ensured