Mallory Grace Spiderwick Chronicles Novels & Stories

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.”

“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.

With haste, I reached for my bag and retrieved my phone, a gasp escaping me as I noticed it was Grace calling. "It's my friend, Mother," I informed her, fixing my gaze on her expectantly. "If she's calling so soon after school, then it must be something significant," my mother remarked, her tone understanding. I smiled, grateful once again for having the best mother ever, despite her being a werewolf witch. Without delay, I answered the call, bringing the phone to my ear. "Grace... you called, what's up?" I inquired, rolling my eyes, secretly hoping it wasn't something trivial.

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.

But can he? I smirked, and walked towards him, whispering upon his left ear,"This is what you wanted. So it is what you get." Jake clenched his fist, gritting his teeth. "Y-You b*tch…" With that, Aviana Quincy got out from his clutches. The bird finally flew out from the cage. Charlotte Hayes POV

“What happened?” "I found this under that stair," Grace said, pointing to the lowest stair. "Isn't a book a suspicious thing? Witches write their magic formulas in books, don’t they?" "I've heard some witches use books,” Adro said. Then he led Grace to sit on a chair he had ensured was still strong and safe to sit on. “Let's see what's inside." Grace's fingers struggled with the leather strap that bound the book. Although this shouldn’t be her concern, her heart was beating hard, and she kept hoping that she would find something that could lead Adro back home.