Gwen Merlin 소설 & 이야기

Chapter 13. "Caitlyn, have you been crying all this because of a mere dog?" He asked, a stupefied look plastered on his face. She sniffed and wiped her tears with the back of her right palm. "Some weeks ago, a dog died. His owner is a woman that's sixty years of age. She's the mother of the CEO of Grey's group; you must know him,” she paused for a while. Martin went back to sit on the chair while she sniffed and continued, " That dog was the only companion of the old woman. They were very fond of each other. She took good care of him and he never made her feel lonely.

“Not to be a bore, ma'am, but I have other things to do. Like I said, I'm not the one calling the shots. If you are too kind to reject the Alpha's offer, then I suggest you sneak out in the middle of the night, coz he hates disobedience,” If I didn't know better, I'd say I was boring her, stressing the living daylight out of her. I pulled back and clasped my hands on my stomach. “Alright,” I whispered, barely audible. She walked past me again, headed straight to the wardrobe at the far end of the room. She opened the wardrobe, the empty clothes hangers making a clattering sound. “Phew! Lucky you,” she brought a sunset yellow gown with a thin strapless sleeve. “Not sure it's your perfect size

This swine told you that? "She's definitely delusional." "I would never send her to a horrid place like the isle of thorns." She snickered. "She's right your majesty, my mom would never do that, she's the nicest being on earth, with a heart of gold." Amelia said in her mother's defense. Her face had turned pale when she saw me in Derrick's arms. "Our queen is a wonderful person your majesty." "Gwen is a known liar, our queen would never send her on such a dangerous quest." Morgana who had been static all along chipped in. "I read minds too." Derrick reminded them. They all turned pale with fear. "Consider this a warning, don't touch a hair on Gwen's head." He warned the flustered wolves.

My mates faltered at her name. "Gwendolyn?" They echoed, sounding confused. Gwen smiled, running her hand over her head, a ripple of magic ran over her, taking the form a familiar face and body. Everything but the long brunette hair, Gwen was the spitting image of her twin sister, Gen. But unlike Gen who ruled the Fey above land and the Merking who claimed title of the Merfolk and tides, Gwen truly ruled the seas, water and the animals themselves that lived within them. The King of Merfolk should be bowing to her.

He and his children were seated at different spots and she wondered if they would cross paths. And just to make it even more entertaining for Gwen, she had Meredith brought up from her cell to watch the ceremony. She was bound and muffled so that she did not ruin it, but Gwen wanted her to see that she had lost. During the ceremony, Gwen makes a speech promising to be a better Queen than the one before her and that she was right all the wrongs of the past.

Merlin says turning one over in his hand, Connor tips an imaginary hat. “I specialise in glamours, but I am a Totem-Witch at heart. I can make any number of things.” He looks to Ash and Kai, “And we all need to hear her voice again.” Connor sniffs and Serena puts a hand on his shoulder. He nods and Merlin takes one of them and puts it in a pocket,

“Behind me, I heard the chains fall. Rowan’s breath caught. The spell was breaking. Before I could fully process what had just happened—what I had just done—I felt a rush of wind and motion behind me. Gwen. She flew past me like a streak of lightning, a snarl tearing from her throat as she slammed into Queen Morgan with inhuman speed and force. “No!” Morgan shrieked, but it was too late. Gwen’s shoulder collided with her chest, sending them both tumbling backwards straight into the pool. After what felt like hours, though it could only have been minutes, Gwen finally broke the surface of the pool, gasping for breath. “I never,” she coughed, dragging herself onto the edge, “never want to get

Gwen, however, remained vigilant, using her vast resources to search for Esmeralda. Gwen's personal guard and goddaughter, Maribel, was fiercely loyal. Orphaned at a young age, Maribel had been raised by Gwen to be her silent weapon and confidante. Maribel's past was marked by a forbidden love for Alaric Royale, whom she met at an elite military institution. When Maribel encountered Elona and her triplets in Country C, she was struck by their resemblance to Alaric.

She cackled as Alpha turned toward me, still trying to comprehend what he had just heard. "Now that you know that your mate is a silver werewolf, you have to accept that she's different from other werewolves. She is your mate, but your bond is doomed to fail." her voice dropped to a low growl, and a wicked glint entered her eye. "Gwen can heal anyone's injury, whoever is wounded or struggling from death. But it cannot obliterate that her fate is bound to be in solitary because innumerable creatures thirst for her blood. They will do everything to haunt her or kill her to get her blood; that's why she is the Medeora Curse."

Gwen murmured her eyes wide with awe at Taylor’s new, stunning appearance. “Now it’s my turn,” Gwen declared while her gaze fixed on the crystal ball as she started to recite her spell. As Gwen finished reciting the spell, she underwent a dramatic transformation. Her auburn hair darkened to chestnut brown, and her eyes turned icy blue. Her once soft features became sharper and more striking, with high cheekbones and a slender nose. Her body became lithe and statuesque, giving her an almost regal bearing. The air around her seemed to vibrate with power, and it was clear that Gwen was now a force to be reckoned with.