Novel & Cerita Dark Souls Lady Gwynevere

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.

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.

Aerian screeched. It was so damn dark where she was it was almost impossible to see her. Even with my wolf vision I could just barely make her out. The only part of her that was easily seen were her eyes. They were glowing brightly. There were three dead wolves lying in front of her. The others were standing there snarling at her as she stood over Benny’s unmoving form. I let out a growl as more wolves descended on us. I heard someone yell at me. As I looked over my shoulder, I saw a wolf lunging towards me. Before it could land on my back a stream of the brightest light, I had ever seen hit it. The wolf flew several feet way hitting a tree. When I looked at the wolf it was burnt to a crisp.

Without his wolf, he felt helpless, just like he did during the blood moon. Suddenly he heard voices from the entrance of the dungeon. He rose to his feet and hurried towards the front of the cell. Without thinking, he grabbed the gates. "Fuck!" He yelled painfully as the silver burned into his palms. He snatched his hands away, nursing the wound and watching it heal slowly. Then something about one of the voices caught his attention. It was feminine, and it sounded like Gwendolyn. A moment later, the gates to the dungeons opened and she appeared.

Ashes of the Fallen (Davina's POV) The ruins shook as Eric's war hammer struck the vault floor, sending cracks racing through centuriesold enchantments. Moonlight poured through the shattered ceiling, illuminating the nightmare unfolding around us. Lia's silverblack eyes tracked something unseen in the shadows as she whispered again: "She's here." Then the walls breathed. Darkness peeled away from the stone like living pitch, coalescing into Genevieve's form, taller than I remembered, her auburn hair now threaded with pulsating veins of shadow. She smiled, and the ruins trembled.

She collapsed on the floor. " Stupid woman," Walter said and dragged her to the bedroom. …………….. Gwenevere was sitting down like a stray cat when her phone started buzzing she answered the call thinking it was Kathryn. Unknown to her it was a strange number " Babe, I've missed you. Let's do a nude video call " Gwen said but didn't get an answer. She glanced at the phone and saw a strange number. " Fuck!! " Gwen covered her mouth. " Who, please? "