Spiderwick Chronicles Kindle Novels & Stories

"There's someone… Victor. Victor Hale. He handles wet work. Quiet jobs. Word is he's been flashing cash lately." That name was enough. Spider didn't waste time. By nightfall, he stood outside a cramped apartment building in a forgotten corner of the city. The building smelled of rust, sweat, and desperation. The lights flickered weakly in the corridor as he climbed the stairs, his steps silent despite the persistent ache in his body. Victor never heard him coming. The door yielded to Spider's lockpicks within seconds. Inside, Victor was eating dinner, his back to the entrance, completely unaware.

“That’s—” “Spiders!” Bjorn shrieked. I looked down and felt sick. Thousands of tiny spiders had begun to pour out of the crack in the ground. They were small and quick and glistening, boiling up out of the dirt in a wave that spread wider with every second, swallowing the grass, climbing over each other in their hurry to reach us.

Someday, I will be your undoing, you will beg for my touch, and every kiss will be as empty as your heart, leaving you desperate and unfulfilled, until every thought leads back to one person. Me. Yours Wickedly, Sierra. Unable to contain myself, I screamed into my pillow until my cheeks flushed bright pink. I can't believe I wrote that. It's a good thing, because he'll never read it. I picked up my cell phone and dialed a number. “You've reached the FBI's private hotline,” the automated voice spoke. “Who do you wish to speak with?” No matter what happens, I was going to be the reason Don Dante Spinelli's empire burned.

“Please, come sit.” “Can you believe that the full moon is next week?” Evan asked as he eased himself into the Adirondack rocker next to mine. “It seems like it was only yesterday when we sat beneath the last full moon on the back patio to chat. Time sure flies.” “Really? A full moon already?” I frowned. I’d spent so much time dwelling on Peter and Max that I’d lost track of time. “I see that you’re reading a book about a werewolf,” he said as he pointed to the book in my lap. “Do you believe in them?”

Jack continued to guide the smaller fireball ahead of Lexi as he ran to catch up to her, flicking his knife out. The tunnel opened up on the sides. As the fire lit the room, small furry spiders lurched forward after them. Lexi jumped over one in her path. As Jack approached, the spider lunged up in the air at him. He swung his arm out in front, the knife jutting from the palm of his hand. It hit the spider in the middle of its eyes. It screamed as the knife crunched and slid into its surface. Small bits of blue blood seeped out of the wound as the spider fell away to the side. Jack continued forward. The other spiders hissed their disapproval and skittered after them.