Gwen 10 Novels & Stories

She ever so gently touched Echo’s forehead, and we both heard her heart rate pick up as the panic increased enough to make me gasp. Gwen quickly kneeled beside the bed, so that she was on the same level as Echo. Everything about her body language, facial expressions, and movements screamed calmness and safety. “Hello, my name is Gwen.” Her voice was equally soothing, and I felt some of the tightness in my chest lessen, although her heart rate stayed high. “I am twenty-three years old, and I enjoy crocheting and writing in my journal. It seems that I am going to be joining the Blood Moon pack as the new therapist, as your therapist. That is only if you’ll have me, Luna?”

Gwen excused herself and got out of the car to pick up the call. “Yes? May I know who this is?,” she asked the other line. (Zolyn! I’m back! I wanna see you. Where are you right now? I’ll come and fetch you,) the person from the other line said with delight. Gwen’s forehead wrinkled and only thought of one person who calls her Zolyn. When she remembered, her eyes widened in bliss. “Prince Genus Kendrick Cager Quillen! You’re back?,” she shouted in excitement. She heard a groan from the other line which made her chuckle. ‘He still hates it when I say his full name,” she laughed behind her head.

“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.

"Gwen, what do you want me to do?" "I want you to..." Gwyneth leaned in and whispered a few words in Zac's ear. As he listened, Zac's face changed dramatically. "Gwen... a-are you sure it'll work?" "Trust me," Gwyneth said confidently as she patted his shoulder. "As long as you do exactly what I say, I promise Aspen will be completely ruined." Zac hesitated for a moment, but eventually, he nodded. "Alright. Let's do it."

------------ Forgive my rudeness, I cannot abide useless people. -Marcel. ------------ Marcel rolled his eyes, "I wouldn't even let you near me or her, go play your little games on those idiots out there." Gwen's hair flew as if she wanted to stone Marcel like Medusa, "Don't think I'm afraid of you, it's just that I have more toys to play with heh~" As Gwen said she thought about Dolores's face. Gwen has lived for two hundred years, and she has already seen these types of shamans and exorcists, she just felt angry looking at couples.

Gwen was soon walking into their dorm room. As she entered, she dropped her mission pack by her desk and scanned the room. Noticing that Isadora’s duffel was missing, she just assumed that she had headed to her pack as planned the day before. Grabbing her toiletries out of her pack, she walked into the bathroom and set the shower water to hot, letting the room fill with steam before stepping under the spray. After cleaning herself and allowing the hot water to seep into her bones, she turned off the water, dried off, and then headed back into the room.

The gown she wore reviewed her cleavage, and she moved her body to ensure her breasts shook and seduced. "What are you still doing? It's already ten minutes past five. When are we leaving? What if we arrive late and Mr. Adrian says something else?" Dave couldn't bear it any longer. Gwen turned away from the mirror and headed towards her handbag. Dave breathed a sigh of relief as Gwen didn't utter a word, but her actions indicated that Dave was right. Dave waited for Gwen to leave the room, and once she closed the door, he followed her. Gwen reached the living room first, took out her phone, and quickly started a live video as she filmed herself walking towards the exit door.

"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.

"Well, I wouldn't be leaving without your corpses, it was the deal I made with Yarkona as she rules your pack. Your kids are probably dead by now," Gwen's teeth grounded. "Take that back," "Why don't you make me," Make her? Gwen would surely shove those words back into her throat. Her smirk turned sinister and the air around her thickened, creating a circle of wind around her. "I bet you forgot I can manipulate air," "Your little power does not scare me," Tatiana got into a fighting stance. "We'll see about that!" *~*

Gwen’s bedroom smells like vanilla candles and the faint citrus of her perfume. We’re sprawled on her bed like we used to when we were sixteen—legs tangled under a throw blanket, fairy lights glowing soft above the headboard. Snow has started again outside, tapping the window like impatient fingers. Gwen’s propped on pillows, phone in hand, scrolling through old photos of CK while she talks a mile a minute.