Gwain Saga Marlow Novels & Stories

"But then again, if you don't know anything about this… Are your efforts solely because you've fallen for her?" The man dressed in black did not answer. Despite that, Winson knew the answer to that question. He smirked and sneered. "Gwen is pretty, but too bad, she's broken. When she was studying at the university, she was with her high school sweetheart, Ben, and lost her virginity to him. They both got married but were divorced afterward. Do you know why?" The man dressed in black furrowed his eyebrows and asked, "Why?" "Because…" Winson cackled. "She was raped by some thugs, but she was lucky to meet Luke later. Luke didn't care that she was once married or that she slept with many men, e

ZORA'S POV The conversation flowed between trivial subjects. Gwenyth, in sharing her expectations for the future, allowed a bridge of understanding to extend between us. Ignis, attentive as always, mediated the dialogues, providing a delicate harmony in that encounter. Gwenyth's den emitted an atmosphere different from what I knew. A mixture of nostalgia and unfamiliarity, for it had once been my sanctuary, but now harbored a different story. With Ignis by my side, I faced Gwenyth and expressed my thirst, simultaneously seeking an excuse to explore the surroundings.

The only meaningful thing that came out from this trip was that now we knew Callie was a witch. There was something flying up above, more like hovering. Ah! Marlo couldn't land because this fence is enchanted. Callie left with no one noticing, so obviously, it was restricted only for entering and not for exiting. I opened the gate slowly looking up at Marlo. He was now flying down. Why didn't he land outside the fence and ask me to let him in? Everything happened too quickly. Marlo dove down in the blink of an eye and scooped me off the ground the minute I stepped out of the gate. It was only then that I realized that the stupidest thing I did right now beat everything else that I did earlie

When they settled down close to me and Orel took his place beside me, I began explaining what I witnessed or experienced and when I was done, a carefully placed mask was on Gwenn face. “What will you do Gwenn?” Elison asked after spitting out multiple insults. “I will make the journey to Northshore where I will clearly state that if anything happen to my husband, they will face my wrath and that of the Dar Empire, when he got married to me. He inherited my titles too and that make him a very important person to the Dariths.” Gwenn said in such a cold voice that I immediately went wary. Orel nodded as he studied Gwenn “We will need their support and we cannot afford to be without you in this

Mordred replied cautiously, earning him a snort from Gawain to his annoyance. “When was he not?” Gawain asked before getting slapped by an orange peel thanks to Helga who narrowed her eyes at him briefly. “Walls have ears Gawain” Helga warned sternly earning her an eye roll from the smirking male. “She’s not wrong” Percival commented as he turned a page in his book, taking an owl’s feather he used it as a bookmark and looked up at the group who had worried expressions. “The question is what is going to happen now if it is true. He’s going to realise that we did this to him sooner or later” Percival added with a grave look forming on his face.

So, I walked over and mounted my tayren, and I followed him. He led me in a different direction we hadn’t gone before and headed towards a mountain. As we got closer I could see a cave at flying height, and the cave opening looked like the mirror portal only larger and Galan was flying right towards it. Suddenly he and his tayren went right through and as he instructed I followed. Suddenly we were outside again, and I looked back and realized it was a different mountain on the other side. ‘Was that a portal to Valaisha?’ I asked Galen.

Gwaine wasn’t done yet and if anything, he seemed to enjoy watching me beg. He lifted his head finally and he turned me to the side, tucking a pillow underneath me to uplift my waist. My laid on my chest, with my back to him as he leaned in and hurried his genital inside me. I gasped on entry, then grabbed a handful of sheets as he thrusted slowly. He was careful and slow, unlike the hasty unpleasant thing the man who had defiled me had done. Gwaine made me feel loved, in his own way. He picked up his pace soon, after which he paused and turned me, placing my back on the bed. Parting my legs carefully to accommodate his big frame, he buried two fingers first, thrusting slowly before removing

The creature purred like a cat then sat down much like a dog would when told to stay. The guards joined the wagon driver next to the creature and began talking to one another like old friends. My heart sped up as I realized that they had inadvertently left the gate unguarded. I knew my opportunity wouldn't last long, and I had to take advantage of it. Keeping my body low, I hurried to the back of the wagon and pressed up against it, slowly moving along the side, trying to keep out of their view. The clattering of the villagers in the courtyard helped masks the sound of my footfalls on the cobblestones.

The pretense of the lady was packed away with the lavender gown. For the first day, they rode in near silence, eating up the miles on the well-maintained post road that led east from the capital. The land was gentle, rolling, quilted with fields and orderly villages. By afternoon on the second day, the land began to shrug. The hills grew steeper, the farms more sparse, the forests thicker and darker. The air grew sharper, tasting of pine and wet stone. Makil dropped back to ride beside her as the road narrowed into a rocky pass between two shoulders of granite. “We’re crossing into the Marcher Lands,” he said, his voice low. “The King’s peace is thinner here.”

Looking at the scene, the ghost was reminded of her time with her master, yes, she was a maid of the Laurent family called Gwen who fell in love with her master Andrew Laurent. Ghost Gwen, as a soul couldn't shed tears, seeing how lucky the girl in front of her was, she was alive and had a man that would protect her unconditionally. Suddenly, Marcel shot some sorcery energy towards the ghost standing above the bed, causing the ghost to dodge and return near the door. Marcel glanced coldly towards the ghost while gently moving to not wake up Sadie. Marcel's eyes were full of disgust sensing the vast portion of souls devoured by Gwen's ghost's soul.