Mallory Grace Spiderwick Chronicles Novels & Stories

I look at a mirror in the corner of my grandma's attic and hear scurrying on my grandma's roof. A creature with large eight legs appears in the attic window. The legs are hairy and black, and stretch across the glass as they twitch. In the mirror I see my reflect, my eyes glow and my fists tighten. My voice speaks the elder magic as Cody and Chief Wolfpaw become wolves again. I put the magic books in my bag as quickly as I can, as the house becomes invaded by the large spiders of the St. Maria forest.

Just a little change Small, to say the least Both a little scared Neither one prepared Beauty and the beast “No go dear....”Debby whispered to Tracy who waltzed towards the stage waving her wands while doing so...Ichabod held the pin in his hand and closed his eyes as he pressed the pointy sharp edge into his wrist....he shut his eyes as the lanced through him and a groan escaped his lips....when he opened the eyes, it was a shimmering red pair of eyes. The crowd cheered as she came in, looking so cute in her fairy-like attire.....

It's as if my feet have grown their gnarled roots and stuck them in the ground, preventing me from looking away from Arachne's wicked face. I have already lost my father, Maze's mother Carina, and my mother—I don't want to lose Sleepy too! "Sleepy!" Malia is the first one to call his name. "What have you done to Sleepy!" Suddenly I'm struggling to hold back the little werewolf girl. Malia is twisting my arm, and when I try to pull her back—her teeth sink into my skin. "Gah! Why did you do that?!" I withdraw my arm and watch in horror as the little werewolf runs towards the gigantic spider. Is she out of her mind?! "No, Malia, come back!"

{Grace} I had the perfect imagination for my birthday. My dress was bought a week before, and since it was my eighteenth birthday, I couldn't wait to meet my fated mate, if he would be among the guests. My father had his beta take care of the guest list while the rest of the preparation was personally taken care of by my father, Alpha Moses from the star pack. I was just as excited as every girl in my shoes would be; turning eighteen meant a lot of things, which included shifting for the first time.

Willow announced as the first rays of true sunrise touched the central stone. I closed my eyes, letting the dual bracelets guide me as they had in the confrontation with Marcus. The moonstone bracelet glowed with increasing brilliance, its light spiralling outward to touch each of the megalithic stones. Its counterpart responded by deepening the shadows between them, creating a pattern of light and dark that pulsed with the rhythm of my heartbeat. "I am Marabelle Daisy Graystone," I called, my voice carrying farther than should have been physically possible. "Daughter of Alexander and Elara, heir to the Moon Wolf bloodline. I call to the land that has known my ancestors since the first pack

I turned to Max with a questioning stare, but he merely shrugged in return. “Stop acting like fools and sit down dammit!” She voiced her frustration. We took out seats and waited for her to speak, but her words never came. She stretched out her hand and a ball of whirl wind formed in her palm, taking Max and I by surprise. “My name is Gracey and just like you are seeing it right now, I am a sorcerer.” She finished off her word and the ball of whirl wind vanished immediately. “What do you want with this pack.” Max asked.

Grace said “I guess it’s my only option then. Leave this body and then kill every one of you, starting with you!” she said “Again, you have underestimated me. I did think of that too and I decided that the only way to end you once and for all is to put you in a body strong enough to fight you and hold you at the same time. Annabelle doesn’t have that type of strength right now but Damian does. You see the bracelet on his hand, it wouldn’t only stop you from using your powers when you get into his body. It is a binding spell that binds his body and Annabelle so if you jump out of her body, you would jump into his!” Grace said

And somehow, the thing that came out of my mouth was, “You knew.” Grace looked at me. For once, she did not deflect immediately. She reached across the table, picked up Colton’s untouched glass of water from hours ago, and took a sip like she owned the place. Which, she mind of did. “I knew Moonbrook had folklore,” she said. “Nan you do not get to be cryptic right now.” Bailey made a tiny approving sound. Grace shot her a look. Bailey went silent. Then Grace turned back to me. Her face softened, and suddenly she looked older than she had when she came through the door.