Unbound Grace Novels & Stories

"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?"

“I’m just telling her the truth, Nina. Didn’t you tell her many things about me? Guess we’re even now. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m here to bring Julia away.” As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to me. I jumped back in fear and avoided his hand. Grant’s expression darkened. “Don’t be so ungrateful, Julia. Do you think Henry will come to your rescue? No, because he’s dead now. So, be a good girl and come with me.” “Go away.” In the process of struggling, I bit him hard. In response, he gave me a tight slap. Grant’s hand trembled, and he said coldly, “You ingrate.”

We had stood under a tree and slipped the bracelets onto each other's wrists, promising to stay together until we were old and gray. But we didn't make it that far. Maybe fate had other plans. On Lester's first day at Wendell Group, my bracelet had suddenly snapped. I'd hurried home to fix it before going to the same chapel to have the pastor bless it again. I had thought that if the bracelet were mended, my relationship with Sandra would smooth out, too.

I said, firmly. “Grace, you need to say the following. ‘I, Grace Anderson, denounce my ties to Alpha Dean of the Black Hallow Pack.” Alpha John said as he swiveled in his chair. The pleasure he was getting out of this meeting was slightly funny to me. “I, Grace Anderson, denounce my ties to Alpha Dean of the Black Hallow Pack.” A sharp pain shot through my heart as the tether that kept me attached to my family was cut in half. I could almost see the cord dissolving into nothingness.

My mom looked at me with a weird expression. "Did you not hear what your dad said ? Go and pack your stuff" She yelled at me and I went to my room and started to pack my belongings. I don't understand why are they so afraid of Dean. Anyway, there was nothing much to pack as I didn't have many dresses or shoes. I just had a few nice dresses and the rest are my mom's old clothes. I couldn't complain as the financial condition of my family is not good anyway. I put on a white top, jeans and brown boots following with a long brown coat which was gifted by my best friend 'Clara'. I miss her a lot as after finishing high school we couldn't meet often. We could only reunite when she came to my hous

“If you’re hearing this, it means the system still breathes. My name is Grace Elora Vance. We built Eden to protect love — and they turned it into a weapon. If you’re still fighting… don’t let them rewrite what it means to be human.” Victor looked at Adanna and for a moment, she wasn’t standing in a vault; she was standing in history. Grace’s voice continued: “There will come a time when someone will find this message someone born from both destruction and mercy. To that person… forgive us. We couldn’t save the world. Maybe you still can.” Adanna’s knees weakened. “She’s talking about… me.” Victor caught her as she staggered. “No, Adanna. She’s talking to you.”

I can tell Liam wants her to move, but she’s holding steady. Grace looks at Liam. “We’re family, Grace. I would never hurt my family. I know what I did to Eli was awful, but you and he are my family now. I won’t hurt him, and I didn’t enjoy hurting him before.” When she relaxes against me, her breathing coming back to normal, Angel finally drops her arms and let’s Liam pull her aside. “We will have words later Angel.” He tells her before turning to Grace. “Did you feel your strength, your power? Can you tap into it now?” He asks her. She steps out of my arms and cracks her neck.

I pulled my hand out of his in annoyance. “We’re not leaving here without Don! You either help me get him out of here or just let me do it alone. He saved me Charles! That night when my father left me to die he was the one that helped me, stitched my wound and helped me escape, this is the least I can do. And you were right…” I looked at him in defeat “I was the green-eyed girl Daisy was talking about, I was the one that he loved. So please help me save him” I cried.

I am not grateful for what they did. I am not grateful, and I am not destroyed by it, and I am not waiting anymore for the version of sorry that has no conditions attached. I'm sitting here in a navy dress with my water glass, and I am intact, and that is the whole of what I owe myself today. The parking lot. Cold, clear. The stars making their suburban effort above the light pollution. Our breath small clouds. The manor lit behind us, music still audible through the walls, the party continuing into the evening without us.

"Grace Lennox, our pride and joy, welcome home." Tears welled in Grace’s eyes as she stepped forward. "I never imagined my life would take such a turn," she said, her voice full of emotion. "But through all the betrayals, pain, and uncertainty, I found something even more valuable—love, family, and the unshakable truth that we create our own destiny." As Adrian’s surprise tribute played, there wasn’t a single dry eye in the room. When her grandmother’s voice echoed through the hall, Grace broke down in silent tears, gripping Adrian’s hand.