Novel & Cerita Dark Souls Lady Gwynevere

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.

It took every shred of strength within me to keep my face straight and a scream from escaping my throat. A knock sounded on the door, and an auburn-haired lady waltzed in.I breathed a sigh of relief when his arm around me relaxed and he stepped away. I lowered my head again, digging my nails into my skin to keep myself from feeling the biting pain in my side. “This is Gwen, the omega I told you about. She will help you with settling in. If there is anything you need and I am not available, let her know. She will make sure you get it.” He turned to the lady who had just arrived, nodding curtly at her.

Gwen shouts, sprinting in the opposite direction. Being in my larger dragon form, it takes me a moment to maneuver around to face her. By the time I am face to face with Gwen, I see she has picked up a stray sword from the ground and has already pierced Prince Geoffrey. Geoffrey’s hands that were placed on Gwen’s shoulders trying to stop her leaving fall limp at his sides as he crumples to the ground.

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.

"And if he is, we’re far from safe." Selene looked over the battlefield one last time, her expression unreadable. "Then we need to find him before he finds us." --- Lady Amara Draevan & Lord Marcus Vayne Deep beneath the ruins, in the cold, damp tunnels that had been long forgotten, Marcus Vayne stirred. His body ached, his ribs felt cracked, but he was alive. Barely. A figure loomed over him, her crimson cloak fluttering slightly as she knelt. "Still breathing?" Lady Amara Draevan’s voice was cool, detached, as if she had been expecting him to fall but not to fail.

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? "

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

My breath caught, my chest went cold. ‘I must leave. Now.’ Virel’s whispers grew stronger, pulling at me, as if the barrier between worlds was thinning with every passing second. Without another word, I quietly stepped out of the room. *** [Gwyneth] I owe my life to Soren. That is a truth I have never questioned. Lynn, on the other hand, owes hers to High Chancellor Flint. It wasn’t hard to see the cost of what he had done, not when most of his thick dark hair had turned silver, leaving only traces of its original darkness beneath.