Gwen Cromwell Novels & Stories

Elder James frowned deeply. "These are serious accusations," Elder Marcus said. "They're documented facts," Mother interjected. "Richard Thorne has testified under oath. Provided names. Dates. Evidence." "Richard Thorne is also Racheal's grandfather," Elder Marcus pointed out. "His testimony could be biased." "Then investigate," I challenged. "Cross-reference the journal with Society records. Interview other retired hunters. Look into the disappearances of Ghost Wolves over the past fifty years." I leaned forward. "The truth is there. You just have to be willing to see it."

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

Third POV Gwen Astray was the perfect woman—kind, compassionate, and hardworking. A typical human living decently in the eyes of society. She’d been through one tragedy or another in her short life, the greatest, being the death of her beloved husband, ruled out as death by electrocution, even though nothing about Christian Astray’s death suggested that. The evidence should have been enough to pinpoint a suspect at least. But vampires were newly accepted into society, you see—one couldn’t have news like this leaking out to the public.

Thirty minutes for them to explain what the hell is going on. "Come on, let's go sit over there." She leads me towards the living room. Reece, Aaron and Reece's dad follow behind us. We all sit and they give me weird looks not saying anything for a while until Reece decides to break the silence. "Do you believe in werewolves Morgana?" He asks gazing intensely at me. "What, like from the movies?" I ask with a tilt of my head. "Well, not exactly but yeah from the movies." He says.

A voice came from behind the two. Gael and Leonard turned around in unison and they were both shocked at the sight of Ashton. Ashton was walking over with a woman and the two were holding hands. The woman had fair skin, she was slender with a narrow waist and her legs were long. She looked beautiful as her long hair danced lazily in the wind. Ashton was as dashing as always but his face was a little pale. Gael's mouth was wide open after seeing his grandson. Leonard on the other hand had his eyes fixed on Maya as his eyes flashed with a mysterious light. No one could tell what he was thinking about or what was so interesting about Maya.

Today is such a beautiful day in Salem, I can already tell by the early dawn sun shining through my window. What does today have in store for me? Work! I work at The Jonathan Corwin House which is known locally as The Witch House. It's famous as the original owner of the same namesake was one of the judges who presided over the notorious trials and it's now a museum and I'm lucky enough to run it. What's even better is, I live opposite so it's simply a short walk to work every day.

As for today… Ariana smirked slightly. Tonight, she just wanted to sit back and watch the show unfold. "Mr. Shaw, Mrs. Shaw." Gwen's eyes lit up as she spotted the CEO of Shaw Group across the hall. Shaw Group was one of the most prominent forces in Gleaston, with a well-established reputation, and Elaine Shaw was the heiress of the Shaws. Born into wealth, raised in an intellectual family, and being the cherished only child of her parents, Elaine had grown up surrounded by love and privilege. She was known for her grace, warmth, and generosity.

They don't know that Erus is dead, they just got an emergency notification that told them that a pack meeting would be holding today. They cheer and clap as soon as they see us. I feel my heart beating in my mouth. Gwen, the rogues, all wave to the crowd. “Thank you, everyone! I know that you all aren't expecting me, you are expecting Erus Bloodton, but we have news for you!” She gestures with her hands. The place is now as quiet as a grave. “Many of you don't know who I am, but I will introduce myself. I am Gwen Bloodton, the secret half sister of your former Alpha, Erus Bloodton.”

She returned to us shortly and said, “Okay, we can go now.” “Not yet,” I said with a shake of my head, and I saw curiosity spark within Rosaline’s tired eyes. “Damien?” She called out as I headed up to Gwen’s gravestone, but I waved a hand at her to show her that everything was fine. I kneeled before the gravestone and read the writings on it. Gwendolyn Beckett, 1998–2023. A soul is engraved in our hearts.