Novel & Cerita Gwen Merlin

His eyes were big and round and were hazel brown coloured and his attire was just the normal dwarven royal attire. “I have.” Guinevere spoke with a serious tone. “I have seen these creatures many centuries ago. There seem to be new ones though. There’s no one else that has these creatures in their army.” Guinevere, the Queen of elves, was a beauty despite being over a thousand years old. Similar to Platinum, most of her parts were white in colour. Her smooth hair was long and white with it getting pinker at the end. Her eyes were violet and sharp. Her dress was seemingly white but was actually soft violet that reflected light that it seemed whiter. She wore a crown of flowers on her head.

No. This is all going wrong. I'm fucking it up. Typical. Let's try a different tack. My name is Gwenhwyfar Carew - that's more-or-less Jennifer to those of you not blessed enough to be a countrywoman of mine. I was born in the hamlet of Kilryden in the year of your Lord 1793. I was eighteen when it was my time to go - stabbed twice (among other, less pleasant things) and buried alive (briefly) in a shallow woodland grave. The only flowers that ever grew for me were Celandine. No stone ever marked me, no parents got to cry over my shrouded and shriven corpse - I was a foundling girl, a ward of the Methodist Church, missed maybe only by the local priest who had loved me and raised me as best h

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

"Oh, but it is not true, my dear Aelanor. I think it's time for you to meet someone." And from behind the doors exited a Female elf of utmost beauty. Her porcelain skin reflected the luster from the diamonds from the walls, and her black, glossy hair fell down to her calves in a gorgeous waterfall. Her face had the same haughty indifference as that of the King. As she approached the trio, her eyes shone red and her ruby lips twisted in a sneer. "This is Moraen, the true, and immortal heir to the House of Zauarn, and your sister, Aelanor."

I asked, and the king nodded. "The one who gave you that story is not an old man. She is also a legendary goddess. She is half-vampire and half-werewolf. Her name is Trinity. " The king said. "How did you know her, father?" Sophie asked. "Because she is my younger sister. She's Trinity Monteverde." said the king "If she's our auntie, how come we don't know about her existence?" Sophie asked. "Because she lives in a faraway place that even I have never been to," said the king.

She drove her knee into one warrior’s stomach, making him grunt, but they did not release her. Councilman Helion raised his voice. “Gwen of the Mystic Pack, you stand accused of black magic! Your blood has been used in forbidden rituals. The Alpha Council declares you guilty until proven otherwise!” “Lies!” I shouted from beneath the weight of the warriors. “She is innocent! You know she is innocent!” Gwen glared at the men holding her. “I will not bow to a false judgment. I have witnesses, and I will prove my innocence. You will not silence me.”

The Dragon Council was still active, but now we had one for every type of species. The leader of each species set up the new council, to make sure everyone was on the same page. Each country had its own council as well, but Cyran had to be a part of them all. Mostly because their kind was spread across the world. The only species that haven’t revealed themselves to the world were Mer-people. It was mostly because for centuries they have been hunted by humans and treated as science projects. Since everyone understood their fear of humans, we made sure the humans didn’t learn about them until they were ready.

"And we see what they want." The two of them moved forward, sticking to the trees and keeping their distance from the group of rebels. As they neared a clearing, Lia spotted them—a group of wolves, their faces weathered and scarred, their eyes sharp with suspicion. They weren’t purebloods. They were Greykin, like her. One of them stepped forward, a woman with silver hair and a black cloak that blended seamlessly into the shadows. Her eyes, like Cassian’s, glowed with a fierce intensity, and she immediately assessed them, her gaze flicking from Lia to Cassian.

------------ 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.

Do I have dementia? “Oh dear, you look confused.” She says as she laughs a little, “Come with me, I feel like I should introduce you to some people.” She says and I blindly follow her. Too confused to know what’s going on. “This is Gwen, Harry, Marie, Penelope, Daphne, Kyle, Daryl, Juliette, Sarah, Seb, Ron, Terry and of course Dave.” My eyes widen when I realize what is happening. Oh. My. God.