Spiderwick Mallory Novels & Stories

“You won’t lose me. Because I’ve already been there, Steve. I’ve already seen the abyss. And I chose you.” For a moment, neither spoke. Marcus shifted uncomfortably a few feet away. Weaver broke the silence with a sigh. “There is one witch. Her name is Morven. She lives in the Vale of Thorns. She was once a Seer of great renown, until she began harvesting memories from others to extend her life.” “Sounds delightful,” Marcus said dryly. “She’s powerful,” Weaver said. “And unstable. But if anyone knows how to sever a tether to the darkness… it’s her.”

who owns the stone. Before that, a young man named Daniel will come to you. This young man works as a butler at the palace. He will help you enter the palace as a maid. He is the son of a friend of mine, and you can stay at his house that day so that you can enter the palace if this is done. You can successfully move on to the second plan; do you understand?" And only Damontry bears features like "What a living curse!" But she swallowed her saliva to speak. "Okay, I understand, but shall we talk?" "Yes, so I borrowed this." He cracked his middle and thumb fingers together to reveal a small black and brown spider on his shoulder. "And what is that?"" She stared at him strangely and tried to

I am a plus-sized female wolf, built with full curves, raw power, and an ancient Calloway bloodline that these blood-sucking freeloaders have tried to dilute for years. Mallory Callahan lowers her trembling hand after swearing her vow, her bloodshot eyes fixed directly on mine. Tears streak down her pale face, but there is no purity in them, only the bitter stench of defeated malice. "Harper, can you find it in your heart to forgive me now?" Mallory whimpered, her voice quivering with calculated helplessness as she squeezed her mother Tessa’s arm. I look down at my thick, silver-ringed fingers, tracing the sharp edge of a diamond band before raising my gaze. A cold, dismissive smile spreads

“Killed them.” “But you got together with him anyway?” Mirrie said. “Well, I’ve kinda always had a thing for bad boys,” Spider said sheepishly. “And when we first met, he was some lowly MC member, and anyway, it was just a fling. I mean, we had to sneak around, and the whole thing was so hot because it was top-secret and risky. You know? It added to the thrill.” “I can see that,” Mac said, and Mirrie shot him a look.

And now he was playing chess with my life. The assassin straightened; dagger aimed. “Tell the king—” I roared. Blacking claws snapped from my fingers. I lunged. Metal slid into flesh. He hiccupped, eyes rolling. My dagger followed—throat slit. Whimper, silence. He collapsed, ragged breath seeping out. I knelt, scanning over his wrist—brand carved deep: a thorned crown. Dexter's mark. No question who the spider was. The door burst open. Lydia, her jaw clenched, dragging a torch that slammed the wall, scattering shadows. She was wide but steady, belt knife at her hip.

And his mind, it was quiet but I could hear a little humming sound on the background of it. I could easily see that he wasn’t just human, just like me. But he wasn’t seeing me just yet. His looks were not exactly what caught my attention. He looked really familiar, like I had seen him somewhere not here. I tried probing my mind to figure out where I had seen him before but before I could figure it out Mr McCoy called the class to attention. He informed us that we’d be handing over the project on the following day in the morning before he started with the lesson. As soon as he told us that, the bell rang and we had to get to our next class.

They couldn't be the same person, her kidnapper could be a dangerous bad boy, but the guy at the mall is cool and quite gentle with a touch of bossiness, she thought. "I am a bad boy," she recalled his words. No, they can't be the same person. But if not, why are they both avoiding her at the same time? She asked herself. She sighed and exhaled. She thought of the guy at the mansion called Spider. He had asked her out on a date and though she doesn't feel like going, he told her there was something they needed to talk about. She sighed and shut the windows before heading back to her bed.

“I haven’t. Would you want to know the day you die? Or who you’ll love and lose?” I look down my hands, curling them into fists in my lap. I’ve already done that last part, haven’t I? “I need you here in Moonrise to continue the hunt for the Spider. More importantly, I need you to find someone for me who goes by the name the Viper. I believe she’s a woman.” He pauses, slowly looking at me like the name is familiar. “What’s your business with the Viper?” “Then you’re aware of her existence–”

I took my place at the table next to Darcy and leaned over to give her a soft kiss. “Tell us all about your Luna training, Mallory! We can’t wait to hear all about it!” her mom gushed. “What specialty did you choose?” “Well, um . . .” Mallory started, hesitantly. “Let me guess! You chose Healer, right?” Clay guessed. “No, no! Mal hates the sight of blood. She chose Tracker.” Cary said with certainty. When did they become the resident experts on what Mallory did or did not hate?

To this fucking mess. “Liam, please.” At that sweet plea, Spider found that he’d gone from ‘scared’ to ‘furious’, totally bypassing any and every other emotion as he did so. He stalked across the room now, flung the door open, glared at the man that he’d once offered to give up every single damn thing in his life for. The same man who had now taken every single damn thing in his life away, through sheer stupidity and carelessness and selfishness.