Giantess Gwen Novels & Stories

Pulling on yoga pants and a T-shirt, I left the bathroom so Leander could finish. Gwen and Willow were waiting for me by the door. I drew in a sharp breath at their appearance. They were stunning. Adorned in strips of buttery soft lambskin in periwinkle and ocean blue, Gwen's skirt rested so low on her waist, it barely covered her pubic bone, and ended mid-thigh, just a few inches beneath her buttocks, revealing her lean and muscular legs. Hazelnut brown skin played peekaboo behind hand-cut lacing that crisscrossed on each side of her hips. More strips of leather in similar blue tones wrapped around her breasts to create a halter.

My hand went up to caress her delicate cheek. I did not know that I had started smiling until my cheeks began to hurt. But I did not stop. Ariana was absolutely gorgeous; she was my motivation. My reason to live. "What’s wrong?" My heart nearly flew out of my chest as Gwen’s voice filled my ears without warning. She leaned against the doorway with her hands crossed above her chest. Her chocolate brown eyes were trained solely on me, analyzing me carefully. She was one of the stealthiest wolves I have ever met; her presence was almost undetectable. She wore a short white dress and left her shoulder-length hair in a bun.

The King of Merfolk should be bowing to her. She stood in a dress of wrapped coral, curled and swooped off her shoulder like a wave, her brown hair tumbling down the other side on her bare shimmering skin. Her large black eyes scrunched a little as she smiled at the men behind me. "You can call me Gwen." I looked at my mates, giving them a sheepish smile as they glared at me. "In my defence, I didn't know it was her." Dane rolled his eyes, Xavier placing his gun over his shoulder and rose a brow.

I watch the girls who had laughed at me for being a human scramble out of their chairs for Gwen. Unbelievable. “Ah, it has really been a while since I went for a good swim. Rose, Maya, help me with my robe,” Gwen says, and her minions help push her silky black robe off her shoulders. Now I know why everyone calls her the Alpha's favorite. Her body is the most curvy I have ever seen. Her ass and boobs are quite full as well, which complements her hourglass figure quite nicely. Her eyes meet mine, but for only a second before I look away. She is not even worth my time. She might be remarkably beautiful on the outside, but she is nasty as hell on the inside.

Well, except for the gaze of the man burning holes through my head, I was fine. "I'm Damon. You caught my attention since the beginning of the show but I did not want to disturb you so I waited till the end of the show to approach you." I breathed out as if he was nervous to talk to me. Looking at him now, he had great looks. He was pretty handsome and he was taller than I am. Very well. But not as tall as…. Stop that right now, it thought. "Oh….. I… I'm not very good at this. My name is Gwen. I'm a fashion enthusiast that luckily got an invite to come to a great show like this one." I said to him and he laughed. He had a nice smile.

"Yes?" "My King," the voice on the other end said with urgency. "We tracked your mate, Gwen. She's in trouble." My heart clenched, wolf instincts on high alert. "What's happening?" “A lady, Nicole or so, has taken her. We're not sure why, but our sources indicate she's being held captive." "Location?" "An abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the pack. Be cautious, My King. We've detected many guards." "I'm on my way." I ended the call, already moving as I tapped on my phone, calling my guardian, Jeff.

Gavin started, and Gwen's eyes widened. "Oh, my poor child. You've been through so much. Well, not any longer. You're under my protection now," she declared. "Um. Who are you, exactly?" Elara asked. I bit back a laugh. Gavin, however, did not. Elara just shot him a look while Gwen smiled widely. "I'm glad to see they didn't break you, dear. I'm the former Luna Queen, Gwendolyn Ashbourne. And this reprobate's grandmother." She raised an eyebrow at Gavin. "I swear, he has better manners."

Gwen, the proud councilwoman from Shadowclaw, was bound to a chair, her face twisted in pain and defiance. From the shadows, a figure emerged—Vendetta, her dark eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. Gwen’s breath hitched, but her defiance didn’t waver. As Vendetta stepped closer, Gwen spat at her feet, her voice hoarse but filled with fire. “The Shadowclaw pack will come for you,” she growled. “For all of you.”

Apparently, she wants to join in the conversation. “Julian, who is this?” She asked, taking a seat, next to the Julian. “Elena, this is my cousin sister. She joined us this evening. Toni, this is Elena.” Julian said. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, and looked at them one by one—Monica, Lily, Julian, and Antoniette. Then, with a slow smirk, I dropped the revelation. "Gina, the girl you raised, the girl you grew up with, and the woman you were previously married to before you betrayed her is the new CEO of Saxton’s Empire."

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.