Mallory Grace Spiderwick Chronicles Novels & Stories

Curiosity has taken over me. “Who’s there?” I repeated in a whisper. “Willow…” I turned around and saw an old woman at the corner, I didn’t know if she suddenly appeared. My body vibrated in shock. She held a lap with smoke burning out of it, and a black gown covering her whole body. “How did you know my name,” my lips moved, my brain frozen. “Willow, Margret’s daughter, uncrowned alpha of the Grim Moon Pack,” the old woman laughed faintly. “You have no idea what is ahead of you.”

Grace smiled. Elinor was touched by Grace's warm heart. She began to feel the importance of her role and her closeness to the Thane family. Every step they took in this garden was like tying a golden thread that further connected Elinor to the Thane family. "You're a human being. You were terrified when you got involved with all this, right? I know all about it, when Royal fought Black Moon and when the enemy used dark magic that is strictly forbidden by werewolves," asked Grace, who could sense Elinor's feelings.

Lady Priscilla spat as I smirked at her fiery side. "So what? Don't Vampire's bite all the time?' Maurice asked, raising an eyebrow at Lady Priscilla. "Yes, we do, but in this case, it turns out Gracie is a hybrid half vampire half Succubi, and their bites turn out to be nasty." Lady Priscilla asked, pointing to Luis. "Is Rory okay?" Serena asked, as we both knew Rory was barely 1000, so even that match-up could severely hurt him. "Just a few scraps and bruises, but he is watching over the main manor, but until Gracie is investigated, Lord Mordecai had her thrown in jail when we all got here." Eddy chimed in as I sighed in relief, rubbing my stomach as if to calm the twins.

To Maya. The thought of our daughter makes both our wolves restless. Three days is the longest we've been away since her birth four months ago. “Grace says she's been practicing," Olivia tells us over the phone as we drive home. "The little witch is already moving her toys without touching them." Rhett's grip tightens on the steering wheel. Even after two months of knowing about Maya's magical abilities, it still sets him on edge - thinking about Xavier and Xander's witch blood, how they hid that part of themselves while working with dark magic.

Gracie with a puzzled face let her continue with her checking and then speaks with an overly excited tone when she's done. "Baby, I need to tell you so much.. Ahh where to begin?" "I know, I know. Your phone was switched off last night so out of anxiousness I called Jason and guess what. Madam was being the Spiderman, huh!" Sira taunts her for her bravery or shall we say mischief. "Oh I bet, he didn't tell you the exotic parts!" Gracie smirks proudly as if she weren't a rat a night before ready to die by her boy's mother.

“One word, and we’re coming in guns blazing.” She nodded. “I’ll bring back more than answers. I’ll bring peace.” The path to the core was lit by soft blue lights. Grace moved through tunnels that pulsed like living veins, surrounded by hums and whispers of machinery far beyond current technology. As she stepped into the main chamber, the doors hissed open. He stood there, free now. Clothed in black. Watching her. Grace froze. “You’re... real.” He nodded. “My name is Malachai.”

Everyone is a pawn for me to toy with. "Maggie?" Gracie's small voice brings me out of my thoughts. She walks over to me in pink pajamas and her wolf plushie. "Where mommy at? Gracie want story and kiss!" She puffs out her cheeks but the usual fire is missing from those red eyes of hers. Her life has been turned upside down so it's to be expected. She'll learn in time.

“Should we talk to daddy about grandpa?” Hope and Faith were happy together, the only hurdle was that Mallory. Since Dallin had promised them that he will bring their mother home, they didn’t understand why Mallory was still around. As Hope’s powers were subsided by Monica’s spell, she would get her powers and shift into a wolf form when she turns 10 just like her twin sister or so she had been told. Which meant, she couldn’t use her powers to get Mallory out of their way.

He struts into the house, plastering a grin on his face for Dorothy. I glance across the grounds where Mallory is sitting on the small porch in front of her house with a cup, watching me. ‘He’s denying it.’ I mutter through a link to her. ‘I get it.’ She tells me ‘He is a Hunter, she is a Lycan. I don’t know what’s going on.’ ‘He’s in denial, or maybe it’s his own way of torturing Maddie.’ ‘No, not him. The Moon Goddess is the one that pairs us, right? Why would she do this?’

“But no. I suppose not.” “Well,” Grace sighs. “It really isn’t my place to tell you, but if you are going to rescue her you need to know. What do you know of the covens?” “That there are three,” I respond, proud that I know that much. Grace lets out a sigh of exasperation. She places her knitting on the table beside her and heaves a large book off of the bookshelf in the corner. “Come. Sit,” she says as she sits down at the little kitchen table. Flipping through the book she finds the story that she is looking for. “Read,” she points to the book, and I look at her in disbelief.