Dark Souls Lady Gwynevere นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She leapt forward, with anger starting to burn in her heart again. “Good job, everyone!” ! SLASH! The crimson light of dusk shimmered in the cold mountains. Arai advanced at full strength along with dozens of other . They found it. They found the Wyvern, which was known as Dame Emerald—the former Commander of the Dawn Knight Order. A single tear fell from Arai's cheek, and one was enough. She blinked and there were no more tears left. Only anger and pain remained. “Wait for me, Commander. I will quickly release you from your suffering…”

We were all understandably anxious. “This is a private moment,” Gwendoline said with moist eyes. “I’ll leave ye alone to enjoy it.” I reached out and grabbed her hand to squeeze it as we exchanged looks of support. Luthias had been through so much to protect me. I owed him this moment and I was grateful she felt the same. “Owena,” he whispered. “It’s an old Welsh name. It means born of royalty. Lady Owena.” I rubbed the moistness from my eyes while I watched my handsome lover stroke the cheek of my little vampire princess.

“Oh, don’t deceive me, even you know how rebellious I can be.” “Then change.” Temilorun shrugged and smiled. “I haven’t found the pulley yet. Gwen’s gonna remain this bad-ass girl for as long as she knows.” She closed her eyes, saying the words with much pride and satisfaction. Temilorun didn’t think twice before giving her a slap at the back of her head. “Ouh!” Gwenevere exclaimed and staggered on the road. “Don’t worry, I’ll always be here to give you slaps like that when you pride in your flaws.”

Alpha Kane looked openly hostile at Raymond, which was no surprise, considering how they parted. Alpha Ryan was not looking at Raymond. He had a slight frown on his face as he looked behind Raymond. Raymond heard the slight wisp of gown movement just before he felt a hand wrapping around his finger. The fuck? He jerked his head towards the woman now close to him, with a serene look, like she was not the one snivelling just now. “It’s Guinevere, alpha consort. You can also call me Gwen.” “The fuck do I care?” Raymond jerked his finger out of her hand, resisting the urge to wipe his finger clean or even scrub it.

I heard her head connected with the concrete, and she was instantly knocked out. A deep growl omitted from me as I turned around. Standing in her place was Gwenna. I looked at the nearest pack member and ordered them to take Erylis to Sylvie. She'd know what to do. They agreed, and as soon as Erylis was gone, my attention was right back on Gwenna, who was eyeing me, ready for the kill. Her paws were planted firmly on the ground, and she gave her own vindictive howl before going to take the first lunge. Whatever she was bringing, I was ready. I had already finished the Ancient Alpha. Compared to him, she was nothing.

The green lava climbed his neck, burned the cape from his body and moved into his thighs and wings. "It's too late, wizard. Your death is now a matter of principle. How dare you even think your wretched gargoyle powers could defeat me?" She stepped forward as the green fire grew stronger, and by the time she reached him, Graves was nothing, not even ash. He was completely gone. "Graves," Rayne said, reaching out for him. Her voice broke, but she didn't cry. Theirs hadn't been a close relationship. "Now, it's high time you give me what I want." She aimed her staff at me. Green light swirled around the tip as though it were charging and then flung out at me.

A softer voice followed, the voice of the Goddess of Light: “Power taken through death binds you to the balance. The world tilts. The darkness stirs.” The sand beneath my feet cracked, a long line splitting open. On one side, gold light. On the other, endless shadow. A figure emerged from the darkness… familiar and terrifying. A woman with Selene’s face… but not Selene. Older. Ancient. Her eyes glowed green like Morwein’s, but darker, hollow, hungry. Her voice slithered through my mind:

“You will be better Elison, I will take you to camp and Dyane will patch you up, you will be good as new Elison.” “Turn me.” I said to her, she hesitated but she eventually did. “Gwendolyn.” I said with a fond smile, her full name, the name of a noble women, the name she turned her back on when she met us. “We both know that I would not make it.” “Stop it, stop calling death for yourself, you will be fine, just hold on for a little longer, Orel and Themis will soon be here I know they will.”

A light snow had begun to fall, dusting the stone paths and making the air crisp and biting. Lady Selena and Lady Elena were already there, along with Lady Morgana, Genevieve and a new face — Lady Vespera, a sharp-featured noblewoman from one of the eastern territories, known for her influence over trade routes. Morgana was in dark velvet, elegant and composed. Vespera’s gown was a midnight blue, her hair pinned with silver combs that caught the weak sunlight. They rose when I arrived, offering fake polite curtsies that somehow felt like someone throwing knives at me because they never do that.

In here there was only the sound of him breathing and the warmth of his skin and the folder sitting on the desk with its government stamp and my name, clean and unattached and finally, finally only mine. I walked into this office today as Gwen Rivers. I was leaving as something else. Something I had been before Cole, before the forced vows, before five years of being a wound aimed at another man. Xavier's thumb traced my temple once, gentle. I let it.