Dark Souls Lady Gwynevere นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You called the old power.” Elena frowned. “What?” Before he could answer, a sound rippled through the clearing. A whisper. Ancient. Female. “Elena of the broken bond…” The voice seemed to come from everywhere at once—echoing through the air, vibrating through the ground. Zephyr stiffened. Even Damien stirred at the sound, his wolf growling weakly. Elena’s breath caught. “Who’s there?” From the shadows beyond the ruined trees, a figure emerged—draped in robes of gray and silver, eyes glowing like moonstone.

“I'll donate my blood right now.” Ruth nodded. “Doctor Louise has already—” At that moment, Gwyneth gently took Eirene’s hand, cutting Ruth off mid-sentence. Eirene jumped and turned her head. Gwyneth looked at her with a deep, almost piercing gaze. Her touch was not arrogant, yet it froze Eirene in place. “Eirene.” Eirene swallowed. “Who are you?” “I am Gwyneth Vanderbilt,” Gwyneth replied, introducing herself. “The Sacred Elder of the Velmora Pack.”

As I opened the book, the pages crackled beneath my touch, revealing secrets long forgotten by time. My eyes widened, it was Dycans chronicles!! Wasting no time, I flipped through the pages quickly. An inscription came to focus. It was”Segan language” the vampire language. Fortunately for me, I could read it. My jaw dropped when I looked at the inscription. It said “To my beloved daughter Gwen.”

Kastav crackled as he moved towards Gwenn in a leisured pace. I could not allow that to happen, there was not much I could do except throw a dagger, which I collected from Orel, his way. I needed to get Gwenn to snap out of her mind and tell her what I learnt. She needed to tap into my gift so she could win. When the dagger met its mark, I ran towards Gwenn even as he grunted. “You.” He growled as he sent something my way but it never had the chance to reach me because Gwenn started screaming. A power filled scream that sent golden light flooding into the sky while I darted out of the way of the orb and ran to her.

I raised one hand to Galleytrot, saw his eyes widen, felt his power touch mine and, humbled, watched him dip his head to me. Where was my fear? I didn't need it anymore. I felt the girl I'd been in a previous life, the Sidhe maiden I'd dreamed about, joining me, fearless as she faced the man she loved. Even clothed in his smoking black armor, his face twisted with hate and sorrow, she knew him still. "Gwynn ap Nudd, lord of the Underworld." Mom bowed her head to him. "Welcome." He struck without warning, lashing at her with his power, ferocious and boundless as nature itself. I felt Mom's shield's surge around the family, repel him.

Her eyes were glowing a deep shade of red and soon a figure emerged from the lake. I gaped at the figure that was before me, and it was no other than my messenger. I couldn't hide the shock and confusion swirling in my depths. I inhaled, feeling a shiver ripple down my spine as I peered once more at the dark starless gloomy sky. I watched as Gwen took the blade and pressed the sharpness of it to her neck. “Your death is the only you can be reborn,” Without hesitating, she slits her throat and her body falls back into the lake, her blood mixing with the water.

A few days sprinted before Gwen's eyes, while her wounds were perfectly healed with no scar, she refused to step out of her room. She remained curled up on her bed, suddenly startled by the world outside her door. Luckily, Onyx had said no one noticed her blood as they were diverted by the fight and sudden display of power and the sudden claim of her being the daughter of Alpha Lannis and Luna Nordika. Gwen didn't know how that was possible. They all said Guinevere died in a burning fire, no one saw the baby's corpse but that didn't mean it could be her. If she was really Guinevere, how did she get into the hands of Grandma Ola?

But it was only Brenna, Kael’s cousin and former Beta, her face pale as snow. “You need to come to the dungeons,” she said. “Now.” ⸻ The path to the dungeons was steep and narrow, descending beneath the Keep where prisoners were kept in chains forged by moonsteel. But now it wasn’t just prisoners that waited. A circle of runes pulsed from the stone floor, silver and crimson intertwining like veins, and in the center sat a woman draped in black furs, her head bowed. Kael inhaled sharply. “Mother.” Lady Isolde Blackfang lifted her gaze.