Giantess Gwen Novels & Stories

Gwen's POV I smooth my hands over the fabric of my dress, a deep purple and shimmering as a diamond. The skirt flares up at the bottom in a sweeping train. It's sleeveless, just enough to be comfortable but still show off my slender figure. My chest is completely exposed, a small round silver pendant dangles from my neck, and I swear, I love how feminine it looks against me. My lips curl into an impish smile when I remember wearing it first. It was my first night with Alpha Ace, including our family and other packs.

It was disconcerting. I looked out of the window as we flew over the Atlantic, trying to ignore the pain in my body. I had refused painkillers because I wanted to be alert. Much as I thought it unwarranted, Natasha’s caution was infectious. I was pretty sure there’d be no trouble but I wouldn’t bet my life – or Irina’s – on it. She came in and sat on the bed, clad in a beautiful cashmere sweater, the color of her eyes and hair and blue jeans with black boots. A graceful swan, hands clasped around her crossed knee, her eyes sharp as they raked over my prone frame.

She held them together and said “I, Selene the moon goddess, do bestow the power for my goddess pendant to you Sonya Myers soon-to-be-Turner, to be its protector and in doing so be able to use the power from the pendant, when necessary, in the course of that protection. Do you accept Sonya Myers?” “Yes, I accept to be the pendant’s protector and to do the best of my ability to protect the power and the goddess in return.” There was a bright blue light that flashed between their arms and then the goddess was gone. Sonya’s arm was healed as well. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of power running through her and a heaviness in the pendant. Sonya looked over at Jake who was staring at her with

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.

Her eyes sparkled under the fairy lights as she waited for the dare. The redhead who had been sitting next to me grinned wickedly. “I dare you to do something crazy. Really crazy. Make it count.” Gwen bit her lip, thinking. Then her gaze drifted across the circle… and landed on me. My heart slammed against my ribs. Before I could process what was happening, she stood up, a little unsteady, and walked straight toward me. The entire rooftop seemed to quiet down. Every eye followed her. She stopped in front of me.

"This place holds a lot of memories." "It does," I admitted. She cracked her knuckles. "Ready, brother?" I took my stance, determined to show her I wasn't weak. But the smirk on her lips… that wasn't Michelle. That was Erin—the creator of the Goldrens, the princess of the Vampire Realm. She lowered her body into a perfect offensive posture. I charged, aiming to overwhelm her quickly. But she twisted elegantly—too elegantly—her golden hair shimmering like sunlight on water. A golden rod materialized in her hand, its red gem pulsing like a heartbeat.

What am I gonna do? They were about to attack me but suddenly they turned to ashes. How did that happen?! Who did that?! And suddenly a young woman appeared in front of me and looked just my age. I can't see her face but she is obviously beautiful in a black tube gown and she also has black hair that is beautiful and she has a skirt. And she fought with the dark werewolves, she was good at fighting. Her fighting skills can be compared to Drake's whose one of the best fighters in the ausgberg aside from me.

“Hah!” I shift and glance at Aderyn uneasily. This might take a while. Aderyn croaks loudly then spreads its wings and flaps hard to gain the witch’s attention. “Day is almost upon us, so let me speak briefly. Gwen’s blood is, as you have noticed, wolf and witch. She has come to prove herself a witch and me her familiar. Do you accept?” The haggard women all stop talking long enough to listen before they all whisper to themselves. Even with my werewolf hearing, I can’t tell what they are saying.

A few seconds later, someone entered the bus, someone, he didn't expect to be here. She's wearing a green sweater paired with her black leggings and sneakers that perfectly fits with her baseball cap with the same color as her sneakers. "Are you sure it would be okay if I join you here?" Gwyn asked, walking towards their seat and smiling when she sits between them. Kalex couldn't utter a word and all he did was just staring at Gwyn. "Of course, yes! Our seat can accommodate four-person and this is too wide only for me and Kalex," Zaina mumbled, making Kalex hissed of a sudden.

Gwen hissed, trying to free herself. I smiled and tightened my grip on her fake dainty throat, “It was a nice story, I must give you that but you missed one think dear Gwen or whatever your real name is. you missed to cloak the hollowness of your voice. I know you are not even a woman. So do the honours and come and fight me in your real, you fucking imposter.” Gwen again tried to fool me, her eyes went darker and she looked eerily at me and again in her sweet voice pleaded to me, “Im- Imposter? I am Gwen, Gwen Cynthia, Thia.”