Saving Grace Novels & Stories

With a shaky exhale, I take another step forward, nervousness washing all over me. Then the door swings open. The sudden movement startles me, and I freeze in place, my eyes widening in shock as I catch sight of him. The ghost mask with the crack in the middle, It’s him. His green eyes lock onto mine, and in that instant, everything I’d prepared myself for, every terrible scenario that had played out in my mind, shatters into a million pieces.

She was now a teenager, her yellow raincoat shredded, her eyes glowing with a sapphire light that was so intense it was carving patterns into the air. "Mama, Papa," Grace said, her voice sounding like a choir of a thousand angels and a thousand demons. "The Engineers showed me the end of the world. And I think I want to see it." She didn't look at them with love. She looked at them with the cold, absolute judgment of a creator. "The Silence is too small," Grace whispered. "I want the Crescendo." She raised her hand, and the entire facility—the copper tubes, the stone walls, the river above—began to turn into liquid light.

Gratitude crashed over me like a wave, relief so profound it drowned the pain for a heartbeat. Tears soaked his shirt, my fingers clutching at the fabric, body molding to his in desperate need. Dad and Treyvan’s warnings, stay away, he’s dangerous, flickered dimly. But they were irrelevant now. He was here, not them. He had saved me. My savior. The one who’d pulled me from hell. "Zacian," I choked out, my voice muffled against his neck. I inhaled the clean scent of him, spice and clean cedar, amid the carnage. "You, you came. Oh God, thank you. I thought…I-I thought I was going to…"

Another cry followed. Not pain. A baby’s cry. From inside the packhouse. Damon moved instantly. The doors burst open as he rushed inside, Gracelyn only seconds behind him. Inside the living room, several pack members stood frozen. In the center of the room— The bassinet. And hovering above it… Light. Soft silver light. Gracelyn gasped. “The baby…” Inside the bassinet, their daughter waved her tiny fists in the air. Every time she cried, the glowing light pulsed stronger.

Grace said, breaking the silence. I chuckled at her words. If this was her attempt to make me laugh, she had succeeded. "Cedric and good don't belong in the same sentence," I said bitterly. Grace shook her head. "He's just complicated, but he's a really good person. He saved my life." My curiosity was piqued. "What do you mean he saved you?" Grace bowed apologetically. "I'm sorry, my lady, but I'm not allowed to say."

She no longer had the spirit to live. “Mom, Dad, maybe it's time for us to gather in heaven. You must have met Kairos there." Grace said weakly. She opened the desk drawer and reached for her medicine bottle. She downed the medicine. Then she stepped into the bathroom. She turned on the faucet in the bathtub and climbed in. She laid her body down in the bathtub, waiting for the medicine to take effect and the water to fill the bathtub. She slowly lost consciousness due to the overdose. At the same time, the water began to rise and drown her body.

You have to cherish her, and must treat her well in the future. Sebastian said nothing. Sally continued, "If you cooperate, you'll have every chance to recover. Grandsage Sinclair is a miracle healer, capable of what no one else can do. If she says you can get well, then you truly can, as long as you follow her instructions." She edged forward again and caught hold of his sleeve. Sebastian instinctively wanted to pull away, but when he saw how pale and shaky her hand was, he found himself unable to be harsh.

Only by clutching these objects tightly could he find a semblance of peace in his sleep. But the silence of the master bedroom was deafening. He buried his face in her pillow, inhaling the faint, fading scent of her perfume. It was like trying to hold onto water in his cupped hands—the tighter he grasped, the faster it slipped away. For the first time in his life, the man who had always controlled everything felt utterly powerless. He was drowning in a sea of his own making, and Vivienne who could have saved him was gone forever. The darkness of the room seemed to press against his chest, suffocating him with the weight of his irreversible mistakes.

"You had a clean path out. Marcus reviewed the terrain with the survivors. You could have made it to cover without ever going back for him." "I know." "Why didn't you?" Grace was quiet for a long moment, staring down at her own hands, still faintly stained despite Priya's efforts to clean them properly. "Because I've spent months proving I could follow orders without complaint," she said finally. "Hauling crates, scrubbing water containers, doing every task handed to me without argument, and I told myself that was enough. That eventually the labor alone would prove something." She looked up, meeting Sera's eyes directly for perhaps the first time since she'd first appeared at the gate, ragge