Dark Souls Lady Gwynevere Novels & Stories

Sebastian and Finn have already gotten themselves freed and I can only say two simple words as we get closer to them. “He’s dead.” I stare back at their wide yes and I repeat. “Greyson is dead, and Gwen has been poisoned.” “Davina! Davina!” The sound of yelling distracts us. It’s coming from outside and when we reach there, Asteria is standing outside. She sees us and quiets down. “You’re okay. Where is Davina.” “Dead and I will be soon if I don’t get help.” Gwen says as she plays with her fingers.

Then Gwyn slit her sister's throat. "You guys are sisters?" Rena suddenly appeared. Startled, Gwyn almost hit her. "Do that again or I will kill you." She glared at her. "And yes, we are sisters. Not pretty obvious" Gwyn spread her four arms. "Gwyn cover me!" It was Serra, on her knees touching Danika's hand with her burning hand. Gwyn dashed towards an incoming Reapers and met it with her swords. Rena dashed towards Serra. "Good thing her soul didn't leave yet." Serra whispered. "She'll be fine. Go cover me. Where's Sisi?"

“You know the answer to that. Gods touching another species will just result in a war, and as much as we hate Hades, you can’t deny he and his demons are powerful.” “Selene, help me. Do something, anything.” “Maybe it’s her time to go.” Guinevere kept shaking her head as tears trickled down her face. “I don’t usually show weakness, but I’m at a loss right now. My light spirits are vanishing, and the dark spirits are taking over my realm.” “But Althea is a dark witch. You said that yourself. Why are you saving her?”

A hiss, soft yet cutting, like silk tearing. A voice followed, cool and amused. “Still fighting it, little dove? You’ll tear yourself apart.” Serenya’s breath caught. The mist thickened in the valley, curling around stone and wolf alike. And from the haze stepped a woman cloaked in black silk, her raven-dark hair gleaming as though the moon itself bent to her. Emerald eyes pierced the glow of Serenya’s mark. Lady Maelis Orvenne. The battlefield stilled. Even Eryndor slowed, his lip curling as though the taste of her presence soured him.

A few minutes later, Guinevere, draped in her cloak, ventured deep into the heart of the forest, the totem containing the essence of the rogue leaders' power dangling from her neck. With each step, the dense foliage seemed to close in around her, and the darkness of night melded with her cloak billowing behind her like a shadowy shroud. She clutched the totem, pulsating with the essence of power she had extracted, and strode away purposefully.

The twin staggers, its hymn faltering, its shadow-blade dimming. Theryn stumbles, their aura flickering, their voice soft. “Zynara’s here… I feel her.” An echo of Zynara materializes, her black-star eyes soft, her human spark glowing. “Theryn… you freed me,” she whispers, her form fading, her hymn soothing the vault’s chaos. Theryn’s light-blade glows, their voice resolute. “For Veyra, for you—rest.” Zynara’s echo dissolves, her spark merging with the Veil, strengthening my hymn. Kael faces an echo of Dren, its void-blade taunting. “You betrayed us, Kael!” Kael’s aura flares, his void-blade striking true, shattering the echo, his voice gruff. “I chose Aelys.” His loyalty burns, a spark in th

“Guinevere’s counseling has just failed, and she has kidnapped the woman in Lowe Garden. You'd better go and look for her. It’s not going to end well if someone gets killed.” His eyes darkened. “Hasn’t her treatment been going well?”

Gwen said to them as she raised her hand to knock on the door of the leaders of the Dark witches in the southern coven. They stood there for a few seconds before the door was finally opened by a woman... the woman who opened the door looked pretty young and someone could easily mistake her for a teenager but she wasn't... she was much older than anyone could imagine, but tried her best to maintain a youthful appearance... her green eyes immediately squinted as she stared at them suspiciously... "Gwen," She said in a low voice, and the three of them didn't miss the anger in her tone... "Lisa," Gwen responded... they all stared at each other for a few seconds before the lady named Lisa made wa

His energy wasn’t his anymore — twisted, sharp, mixed with something that wasn’t wolf. And then, behind him, the mist tore apart. A figure stepped through. Gwen. She was alive. Pale hair, torn cloak, eyes colder than I remembered. She carried a crystal in her hand — black, dripping faint light that looked like blood. Serena tensed. “What is that?” “Don’t let her use it,” Logan said, voice straining. He dropped to one knee, holding his chest. “It’s from the Veil— it’s—”

The man asks, breaking the silence, his voice deep and gravelly, the sound intoxicating. “Uh, Hi. Err…Sorry.” I croak, my own voice husky with arousal, causing my face to flame red, “Uhh,…Yeah…I’m Gwynn…Err… Guinevere. Guinevere McKay…I’m here to meet with the Alpha.” I finally manage to spit out.