Gwen Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

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.”

“Hush now, angel. You’re safe. I’m not mad.” “Sorry.” She whispered. “I apologize. Concubi have nasty tempers.” I chuckled. “Is there anything else?” “Who is the Phantom?” Gunderson asked. “The Phantom is a prolific serial killer who’s been active for the last three years in the state. He kills trackers and hunters primarily, but has been known to take out guards from camps. No one knows who he is. Reports are different each time about his description. We’ve been trying to get him, but it’s nearly impossible. He’s careful and always deadly. No victim has ever been left alive.” Colin explained.

I could only make muffled, panicked sounds as Fanny stepped closer. "Look at your cute uniform, Gwen. Great design," Fanny said, trailing a finger along the fabric of my sleeve. She leaned in, her breath cold against my ear. "How about I redesign it to look a little better?" She held out her hand. Right before my eyes, her fingernails elongated into sharp, wicked-looking claws. But it was her eyes that truly terrified me—they had bled from their normal color into a bright, supernatural glowing brown.

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.

The thick silver gate trapping me was violently kicked from inside, bent and broken by brute force! The dust settled slowly. Through the dim light, the phantom of an 18-year-old werewolf in a white shirt emerged, carrying me out step by step. Stunned, Ronan turned. He came face-to-face with the nightmare that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

"Yes, Ms. Glen. Not only do I know him, but you know him too. In fact, you know him very well." "You stinky kid. Keep talking in circles, and your monthly bonus will go down the drain," Gwyneth teased. Those words had an effect on Wanda. She put on a flattering smile and almost held onto Gwyneth's legs as she hastily said, "Ms. Glen, that mysterious person is none other than Mr. Hayden Hut." Gwyneth was stunned when she heard Hayden's name and a handsome face appeared in her mind.

Instead of heading to the Sawyer pack's center, the car was now heading toward the Gronya pack. When the door was pulled open, I immediately saw Danny standing in the night. He was clad in a long black trench coat, his silver-white hair ruffled by the night wind. His eyes were cold and distant, like a winter blizzard in the North. As the Alpha of the Gronya Pack, he was terrifyingly powerful. Seeing me, he smirked. "Welcome." I pushed down the turmoil of emotions rising in my chest and asked in a low voice, "You're not surprised to see me?"

Finally she stopped in front of a wooded door painted red. "Here you are. There are plenty of gowns and everything you need. I'll return to pick you up in one hour" Gwen announced. She tried to walk away but Analise quickly caught her wrist "Just so were clear. If you double cross me I'll kill you" Analise sneered. Gwen was stunned by her boldness and confidence. Maybe she did underestimate the little vampire. We'll find out soon enough… "The enemy of my enemy is my friend" Gwen replied snatching her wrist back. She gave her one final nod before taking her leave.

“If you could, would you go back to The Hive?” “Yes, only to find one person. There has only been one person in this world who gave me a run for my money. It’s not as important to me anymore, but for a long time all I wanted to do is find the person.” Pausing he rubbed a hand against his jaw. “They call him Phantom.” A laugh left his mouth without any humor, “And people call me Ghost. The irony with the names is not lost on me.” I took a long sip of wine. Not sure how to respond. “It does seem quite clever.”

I announce. Daniel looks at me, gleaming with hopefulness. "You know who did this? But how? And who?" Daniel questions me faster than I can answer. Chuckling, I reply, "It was 'lady’ Gwen Evergreen." At my words, Daniel stares at me in disbelief, "Are...are you sure it is her?" Daniel asks nervously. I reply with a malicious grin, “Positive." "How can you be so sure," Daniel queries me. "She may have covered her tracks well," I explain, unable to contain my widening smile, "Yet there was one little error in the way she did things,” I say.