Ghost Spider Gwen Stacy Novels & Stories

she said, then began laughing. Sandra grinned. "What's so funny?" Gwen stood up from where she was, dusted her hands, and spat out the blood left in her mouth. She then spread her wings, exposing its full span and to her satisfaction, to Sandra's horror. "Let me reintroduce myself," she said, standing proudly. "I am Gwen, The Abomination." Sandra moved back a bit, horror etched on her face. "Your bluffing," she said. "I have no reason to," Gwen answered, shrugging. "I am destined to defeat your supreme lord. What makes you think you can defeat me?"

she was so looking forward to it. ______________________ ______________________ "She is a kind of...eccentric," Gwen said to Caroline and Hazel the next morning... they had to go to the southern coven, but she wanted to explain to them how things were there before they left... Their leader wasn't someone to be messed with... "Good way or bad way," Hazel asked, and Gwen sighed deeply... "Both," She responded... "She might not be too welcoming to the both of you, so please let me do the talking," Gwen said, and they nodded... Gwen sighed deeply, took the knife out of her pocket and started to recite a spell as she sliced her wrist, and her blood started to spill on the ground... she used her b

“You could tear me open, and I won't have anything to tell you about the rogues. I don't know what the leader wants from me, and trust me, I don't want anything to do with him!” Gwen gently clears her throat as she looks around. She suddenly stands up and nods at me, a silent sign to follow her. She stands up and walks back into the house, she doesn't even look back to see if I am behind her, but I am. Cameras. That's what she has been avoiding, so she is taking me to one of the only blind spots in the house. Just behind the staircase is a small space that was used by the maids to hide some of their supplies.

But the girl had opened her big mouth to say, "I ain't going no boring place with ya. I'm perfectly fine with the stable life here." With the subtle chilly sensation surrounding her, Geneva opened the door. She refused to spare the bedroom a glance. Sitting rigidly on the sofa, she awaited her fate. "Let's get married now," the straightforward ghost said without a change in his features. "Nooooo. No, no, no, noooo!" She shouted, jumping from the sofa. She shook her hands and head to solidify her non-compliance. She wondered when the ghost had change back to his human form to intimidate her the more.

Gwen scowled, clenching her fist, if only her plan was successful, Zara would be out of the way already. She quickly hid behind a white horse to avoid being seen by Carl. As it is, she was already embarrassed, she didn't want him to see her looking like a servant, because she was dirty and covered in horse dung. Furthermore, she didn't want her enemy and rival, Zara to see her, or she might just laugh at her. She crunched down, taking an occasional peek at Carl and Zara. Little did Gwen know that she was hiding behind Fury(Zara's horse).

NEW YORK 10:45 PM. Gwen, her face a mask of horror, took in a shaky breath as she stared at the ruins of the building. “There’s no way I’m going in there,” she declared while her voice trembled with fear. Taylor grasped Gwen’s hands firmly as she spoke. “We don’t have any other choice. It might be in there.” Gwen closed her eyes, wrestling with her terror. “Scarlett’s...is her body still in there?” She managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.

The moon wasn't up and only the stars painted the sky. Gwen smirked mischievously as she heard hushed voices and the door was opened carefully. She decided to play a bit and hummed a very eerie tune knowing it would scare the hell out of them. "Wh...who are you?" A trembling voice said. Gwen smiled in triumph and snapped her fingers making the door shut behind the guests and making them scream in fear. The lights were on in an instant and she chuckled turning around to see the pale scared faces now looking at her in anger.

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.

The coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.

she says, circling me and whispering the last part into my ear. I press my hands to my ear and shake my head in denial. “No! No! That is not true! Get out of my head, Gwen!” She continues to laugh and then whispers, “You are selfish.” “No!” Gwen vanishes before me, and the person that appears next makes tears well up in my eyes. I take several steps back and try to put as much distance between me and the ghost standing before me, but it was pointless. No matter how far I backed away, it wasn’t enough.