Simon Grace Spiderwick Novels & Stories

Becky might be friendly on the outside, but deep inside, Maya wasn’t sure if she could trust her either. ~~~ Inside his house, Simon placed his phone down slowly after ending the call. A cold smile spread across his face as he leaned back on the chair. His face was dark with evil thoughts as he muttered to himself, “Finally… finally the right opportunity has shown itself.” He stood up and walked around the room, thinking deeply, then let out a soft laugh. “That anniversary party…” he whispered. “Everyone important will be there. Steve will be there… Gabby, too.”

I had half a heart to use my magic to open the ground beneath his feet like I had done to Devin on the training field, and see what kind of comments he had after it swallowed him whole. “Aspen.” He tried again, and I could hear the remorse in his voice glinting like a piece of silver off my name. I sighed heavily, my chest rising with the effort, and sat up; turning my body to look at him. Simon was crouched in front of me, still massive even at his lowered height. His blue eyes glowing ever so slightly in the darkness of the trees, reminding me of the fireflies that I used to chase in the fields outside of the village when I was a child. Despite the light in his eyes though; his sharp featu

Now, looking to the situation from this point of view, I also felt that dark witchcraft played a significant role in everything combined with her ambition and resentment towards Sheryl. “We still don’t know how Grace managed to bind them, and why Shannon?” Morton asked in a low voice, sounding as if he were still in a daze. “Gabriel.” We looked in Simon’s direction when he called me from afar. “Let’s talk about it later.” I suggested them and we all jogged in that direction. Simon and others waited for us, but I could see curiosity in their gazes. “Where are others?” I asked them when I realized that I got distracted, and lost Sheryl in the crowd.

Suzan’s POV "After an exciting night of trick-or-treating with my brother's best friends—Jack, Beth, and Simon—I was ready to head home. As I rummaged through my bag for a piece of candy, hoping to savor the last moments of the night, Simon’s voice cut through the cool air like a blade, sending a chill down my spine."

“That’s right. It was me that left that little present for you. It was too fucking easy. Honestly, the security Luca has is just pointless. These morons aren’t going to achieve anything.” “Threats against Heather?” I asked. Simon shrugged. “Grim’s idea to throw Heath off or get you looking in another direction. Just bored really.” “That’s it, then? Xavier and Bryant teamed up to kill my family?” I was still wrapping my head around it. “There was a girl…” “Yeah…” Simon sighed. “… annoyed bitch but a good lay.” He nodded a few times. “Do you remember an orphan girl that was a few years older than you? Your mother took her in and raised her?”

Hamish said. "I am going to infiltrate Ladon Mansion tonight. I want to prove their hearsay about the urban legend beast." Hedwig said. "What!? Hedwig are you out of your mind? That's unlawful!" Hamish said. "I want proof to prove my allegation about them!" Hedwig said. "Hedwig, don't do it!" Hamish pleaded. "No, Hamish, I need to do this. I know I am right." Hedwig said and left. __________________________________ On the night of the full moon. Hedwig Bryant carefully infiltrates the Ladon Mansion in disguise of a package courier.

Simon saw his father and let out a long maniacal laughter that shook everyone. “I finally have her.” He said incomprehensibly. “I have the woman you gave your soul to get but never could. The woman my mother died trying to be like so she could get a little bit of space in your oh-so-black heart. The woman you neglected us for. I woke her up from the dead.” He paused to catch his breath and laugh again. Peter was astonished at the drama unfolding before him. The more words they said, the more confused he got. What was this thing about bringing people from the dead? Was Simon a necromancer?

I asked him via mind-link. “She’s pretty,” he said simply. “And since when is my love life your business?” “She’s my head witch. I need to know what your intentions are.” Simeon isn’t a playboy in the sense of the word but he has had a vast number of lovers: werewolves, vampires, witches. He doesn’t see species, he sees the soul inside (his words not mine) but none of them really stuck for more than a month. He was attractive and the women, regardless of the species, fell at his feet.

I inadvertently called in shock as he joined my Grandfather by his side with a stern look. "What did you do to him? Did you brainwash him?! He's innocent, let him go!" I yelled, struggling vehemently against the chair which successfully held me down. I paused as the old man burst into a mocking laughter. "You wanted to know how you are here right?" I gulped down my saliva. "It wouldn't have been possible without Simon here. Simon is a spy. He's been watching your every move since the day you left this household. Simon here is a Hunter, he's your cousin. Although he isn't as ruthless or strong as you, he's a genius like me."

Slowly she turned around with a grin on her face and sent a strong kick to his family jewels. Bobby cried in pain dropping to his knees cupping his manhood, phone call momentarily forgotten. Lily hunched down to whisper one last thing in his ear "Who's beneath who now bitch" she laughed hysterically before skipping off back toward Cora's house. Jace "So what did you want to talk about?" Simon asked taking a seat at the kitchen table. Jace needed some information and he knew Simon read the supernatural history book night and day. So if anybody could answer his questions about necromancers without being suspicious it would be Simon.