Table Of Lost Grace Elden Ring Novels & Stories

he gritted his teeth. Grace turned to Melissa. “Lisa, shut up. Don’t speak that way to your father. We’re going to sort this out, quietly.” “Mother, stop being his puppet. He’s only using you. When you need something urgently, he’s going to discard you and go to another.” *Slap* Grace's hand fell on her cheek in a harsh slap, her looks warning. “Don’t you dare speak about that? I’m trying to sort things out and you're only complicating them.”

Grace sneered and struck her forehead in frustration. “Don't you dare try to act so much in command or bossy; there are other men I could choose than you. Aren't you supposed to be happy and thanking me for doing so? I know you have always wanted to have me, so don't be so sarcastic.” Grave said, her tone filled with pride as she gave Alpha Redford very seductive eyes and smiled. “You asked what I wanted from you earlier. It is high time I explain already.” Grace said and paused; as she was saying all these, she did everything possible to avoid eye contact with him, even if he tried to maintain eye contact with her.

My voice echoes in my own head, dread clawing its way up my throat. I know this place. The cellar. His cellar. “Fucking Elias,” I whisper, my voice cold and filled with venom. Grace, of course, stands at the center of it all. That smug twist on her perfect lips. So poised. So manipulative. And so utterly foolish. She doesn’t realize what she’s dealing with. She doesn’t know Elias the way I do. But I remember.

It was time to end this for good. The potion burned bitterly as it slid down my throat, setting every inch of me ablaze. My muscles twisted in agony, like countless ants were devouring me from the inside. I clutched my chest, curling into a ball as sweat poured out of me in rivers. But none of that pain compared to the ache in my heart. I knew this suffering was necessary. It was the only way to cut Grayson out completely and start fresh. When the torment finally faded, relief washed over me. Even the air felt fresh. I pulled off the ring he'd given me at our wedding and tossed it into the street, watching as passing cars crushed it.

She looked at him with a gaze that was no longer soft, but as hard and cold as the silver of her father’s crown. "You think you are so clever and that you have fooled us all with your cheap tricks and your lies, but you forgot that a wolf always protects its pack from the shadow. Grace slap him across the face with all the strength she had, the sound of the hit ringing out through the quiet clearing like a thunderclap that signaled the start of the war," Grace said. She stepped back and pointed her finger at him, her voice rising until it was a powerful command that broke the silence of the night.

Her pale face looked, if possible, paler, but her expression gave nothing away to how she was feeling. Alpha Adrian stood at the top of the stairs to the packhouse, but did not approach me with Luna Kinsley and Grace. However, I noticed the way his eyes never left Grace. They way his gaze raked her body. I suppressed a growl and forced my expression to remain stoic. My wolf was going crazy in the back of my head. I was getting her the hell out of here.

Damien watched her. And somewhere deep beneath the ocean, the King of the Deep smiled. His daughter had finally been found. And the man who had discovered her secret was about to make the greatest mistake of his life. Because Damien Rivers thought he had found a weapon. He didn't understand that Marrine wasn't the weapon. She was the war.

“Everything you thought no one would notice. I noticed.” Victor’s hand hovered—then stilled. “You wouldn’t dare,” he said. Grace smiled, cold and calm. “I already did.” Silence slammed into the room. Jordan’s breath caught. Victor leaned forward slowly. “You think you’ve won?” “No,” Grace said. “I think you’ve lost your leverage.” Victor looked at Jordan. “She’s dangerous.” Jordan stood, pride and awe mixing painfully in his chest. “You taught me to recognize monsters.”

But as the elders always said, when someone’s doom is at hand, their intelligence vanishes first. That was exactly what happened to Grace and Arthur. Instead of yielding, the desperation to destroy Rose consumed them. Breaking through the absolute constraints of the binding spell, Grace tapped into a forbidden reservoir of energy. For the first time in front of the entire pack, she unleashed a wave of pitch-black, corrupted witchcraft, the dark aura erupting from her skin like shadows stretching out to kill.

“Van Asten?” “Exactly.” Grace draws herself to her full height, her nostrils flaring as though she’s wrangling something inside her. Something worse than anger. “I told Elena to back off from the deal so I won’t get fired. She didn’t back off.” Mira smiles at me. “You can say Grace here has switched sides.” “Yes.” Grace holds her hand out to me. “And I will do everything I can to bring Émeraude and Van Asten down.”