Table Of Lost Grace Elden Ring Novels & Stories

It was her words before the Great Revolt happened. Ashriel bit her lower lips. She felt her chest tighten as she opened it, revealing Meredith’s old diaries and letters. Ashriel dug deeper and saw some maps with red and blue marks. At the very bottom was another metal box covered with twelve jewels. A crown was beautifully carved on top. The La Elora emblem.

Xyla asked Grace, who was now frozen on the door. “You… you can’t do this. You can’t fight magic,” Grace screamed at the top of her lungs, and I narrowed my eyes. “You are just lucky to have an ancient bloodline, Xyla. Don’t be so smug. You better not let them take a shape, or else you will never know how you die,” Grace screamed again and lunged inside, but the second painful scream made her cough blood. The second wave of gasps coming from everywhere made me look at the dining table, and my eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

"But every grand grandmaster eventually reaches the exact same coordinate on the board. The specific microsecond where he must choose which piece to sacrifice." Lorrie’s heart pounded violently against her ribs. "What do you want from us? Name your price!" The Chairman completely ignored her outburst, his hidden gaze remaining fixed entirely on Lorenzo’s silhouette. "I want a game, King Dimitri." With a sudden movement, a secondary camera angle activated, revealing a pristine, solid marble chessboard set upon a metal table beside Grace. Thirty-two hand-carved pieces sat perfectly arranged in their starting positions. "If you possess the tactical capability to win... you leave this sector ali

Grace felt her heart pound like it had never before. "Let go!" She released herself from his grip. At a moment their eyes met and she went mute. Her eyes were red and almost wet. She quickly turned and walked away in what almost seemed like a run. She didn't want him to see how sad and regretful she was for all the things she had missed in life all in the name of loyalty. "I will rescue you, I promise." Eddie muttered to himself. ************* "Have you changed your mind?" Eddie said as he saw Grace approaching, and he wore this sweet, cute smile.

Caden replied. Grace didn't directly answer and merely urged, "Finish your supper quickly. Once you have eaten, I shall take you somewhere." A lingering unease gnawed at Caden, making it impossible to eat another bite. "I'm full," he said at last. Grace rose to her feet and took his hand. "Very well, then. Let us go." - The dimly lit storeroom was thick with the stench of blood and damp wood. A chamberlain from Everspring Palace hung suspended by his arms, his toes barely grazing the ground. His robes were stained with blood, and his voice was hoarse from pleading for mercy.

“Give me the girl, and you will be rewarded. I’ll get you on the guild—you can have my position. I don’t care anymore. I just need her.” Beside me, Grace bristled. I touched her arm, and she leaned into me slightly, although her eyes remained fixed on Gray. “Why do you want her so badly?” Nicholas asked. Gray scoffed. “Goddess above, do I need to spell it out for you? She knows where an ancient relic is—a relic that could change the course of history, if only it falls into the right hands. My hands. I must find it before anyone else. And you must know, there are others—those who would use the relic not to build, but destroy—who seek it as well.”

I stared up at him for a few moments, utterly dumfounded before simply replying, “What the fuck are you ranting about?” “That mark...” He made a small pause, his big warm hands gingerly grabbing mine, his index finger gently gliding over the weird symbol while his stormy gray irises followed the action, before he calmly explained, “You are now carrying his grace. His grace only exists within you. But if something... If something happens to you, that means he’ll instantly lose his grace. And that would be bad. Extremely bad. Because his grace is the first of the Seven Seals.

“Elix has dominated her father’s earnings just like you did.” That made me pause slightly. “She hasn’t moved large scale yet,” Grace added, “but she controls the Luggard warehouse business now.” Her eyes held mine. “The men there obey her which means she’s important, Boss, Renzo.” I rubbed my face with one hand. “I’m sorry, Grace. I didn't mean to insult you. I know you aren't my mother.” Grace looked genuinely stunned for a second before shaking her head slowly. “I’m just shocked, and at a loss for what to say,” she admitted. “But I do know one thing.”

I reached across the table and took his hand, feeling the tremor running through it, and outside the kitchen window the headlights at the end of the gravel drive finally pulled away into the dark, leaving nothing behind but the quiet, aching relief of a truth that had waited thirty years to finally be spoken out loud. "There is one more thing you both need to know before you drive back tonight," Daniel said quietly, and something in his tone made my whole body go still, the warmth of the kitchen suddenly feeling thin against whatever was coming next. "Grace did not die of natural causes, and I do not think Marcus knows that I know exactly who was responsible."

Grace’s heart skipped a beat as she recognized Zeke making his way towards them. “There’s Zeke,” Noah pointed out, relief evident in his voice. Zeke approached them with a reassuring smile, acknowledging the tension in the air. “You both made it,” he said, glancing at Grace. “Ready for this?” Grace nodded, trying to summon every ounce of courage. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” she replied, a hint of determination in her voice. Zeke’s reassuring presence and strategic guidance provided a sense of security. Grace knew that with Noah and Zeke by her side, she had the support she needed to navigate the night, face Jack, and uncover whatever cards he might be holding close to his chest.