Vampire Diaries Grace Phipps Novels & Stories

I heard shouts in the distance, but here, the only sound was that of Grace’s sobs. “Get away from him!” She brandished a knife in a bloody, trembling hand. A group of those strange, crippled servants had formed around her. They were trying to look at Damon, but Grace was holding them back. One was dead at her feet, glassy eyes staring lifelessly up at the impossibly high ceiling. “Grace.” I held my hands up and approached. The servants parted, hands passing over my bloodied armor as I waded through the crowd. When Grace saw me, she dropped the knife with a clatter and crawled toward me. I stooped and swept her up into my arms.

Veronica gulped and looked at Grace, Grace locked her eyes with her and they understood what they were thinking about. Grace shook her head at Veronica. "I asked you something!" Veronica looked at Vlad and nodded. "She is fine, as i said she is just in shock..." Veronica placed the report away. "I need to calm her down... Please leave us alone..." Vlad sighed and walked out. Vera sat beside Grace and wiped her tears. "What is this Grace?.. you know how complicated things are... Or did he raped___" "No!" Grace stopped her from completing the words. "He didn't!"

“Well then let me introduce myself. But first, let’s get you off of this floor.” Christopher bent over me, and grabbed my shoulders, straightening me up. I let him manipulate my pose only because maybe it would make this interaction briefer. I refused to let him pick me up, presumably to set me on the bed, so he opted to kneel down next to me as I sat with my back against the wall, looking up at the ceiling. “Grace, I know who you are. The recently divorced Luna who just announced her wedding with the Lycan King.”

I made sure no one had a reason to betray me, and those who did became a distant memory. Grace was the only person I had ever allowed to walk away from me. There was something about her beauty and inner strength that set her apart. I had never encountered anyone quite like her. She was a fierce, determined young woman. I had persuaded Grace to befriend Rei Draven and to encourage her to socialize. However, Grace didn't possess the same resilience for the sort of tasks that Lillianna effortlessly accomplished. She seemed too pure for the world she had become entangled in with Lillianna. Grace's true nature shone through when she came to Rei's aid after their paths crossed again, seemingly by

"I did my homework. She's just a Rogue who got exiled from her old pack!" Grace slammed her hand on the table, sending ash scattering everywhere. "She used to leech off high-ranking werewolves for resources, threw herself at every powerful Alpha she could find because she's got a pretty face, and now she's conned her way to Ethan!" My expression darkened. "Grace, if you're going to make accusations, you need proof." "Proof?" Grace let out a mocking laugh and pulled out her phone, scrolling through her photos. "Right here."

I stepped back inside to understand what was going on, and before I could say a word, Camella's silhouette appeared, and I could swear that an angel had fallen at that minute. She was the perfect epitome of beauty, and I could swear I never knew a human could be as beautiful and gracious as that, at least not until I met Rita. I couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate her. Her features were delicate, her eyes pools of shimmering warmth that radiated kindness and understanding. Her hair cascaded in gentle waves around her face, framing features that seemed almost too perfect to be real. She had a crop top and bum short on, and her hairs were dangling loosely upon the apron.

he asked, tightening his hold as he swiftly glanced at Serena. Grace’s lips quirked up, her eyes conveying absolutely nothing. She knew that a day would come when her own blood would attempt to kill her. “I see you are nothing like your father.” She clutched the book tightly. “Dorian, the book!” the girl gasped out. Grace cursed under her breath. She tried to break free, but her son was quick. He snatched the book from her hold while the other stayed on her neck. She understood that the opportunity had slipped away and that if she stayed for long, she might just be killed. Therefore, summoning all her powers, she teleported.

I placed my hand close to her mouth and watched it do it's magic. By the time she was done feeding, her strength was getting back to her little by little. I stripped her off her clothes, gave her a thorough bath, and inspected her lips to be sure it wasn't infected. A vampire couldn't possibly feed from themselves when they're hungry or exposed to blood. In her case where she was exposed to blood, the only thing that could have satisfied her thirst would have been that blood or another blood. Her feeding from herself might have stopped her from doing a lot of damage to people but still, it could leave that wound infected.

Xander matched his stride with mine, his massive black and white wolf just slightly smaller than my own. I focused my attention back onto Grace, watching how Darius shivered under her touch. Her nails shifted into claws, digging their way into the throat muscle. Darius' mouth opened but no sound eminated as blood leaked out of his wounds. "You will never harm my kind again," Grace whispered lowly before ripping his throat out completely.

Third Person's POV Grace is an older lady in her 80s, but you would never know. Grace looks more like she's in her late thirties thanks to werewolf genes and the fact that they live much longer than humans. Grace is the head cook in the pack house kitchen. Before she became the head cook, she was Thaddeus's nanny and helped raise him. Grace is like a mother to Thaddeus. She is a kind and sweet lady with a motherly aura and a smile that makes you feel at home.