Gwen Merlin Novels & Stories

Did he think Gwen was our mate after all this? “Xael oh Xael…you and your pack can do anything to me. You will never have Xena again. One by one, this pack will die. I have won. Your parents and this pack thought you won back then. You were wrong. I won!” Gwen brags with an evil grin. I don’t even understand what she is bragging about. I have never done anything to her. “Gwen is Gragoli the witch your parents banished years back.”

Sheryl said. Tyrin simply nodded, then looked at Gwen. Her hair had gotten longer and the color had changed from deep Brown to intense black. She looked out of this world, and a little confused.” “So when do you to think Gwen will awaken her powers?” “She already has the powers, but she is going to have to forget any memory she had gotten. Most especially before she got the power.” The doctor said, sighing. “So much has happened in just one day.” “Thank you.” Gwen said, her voice weak. “Thank you so much for your help. I’ll repay it somehow.”

“And what do you mean by this? You speak in riddles, Elara. Speak plainly!” She tilted her head, her gaze piercing. “The one you call Gwendolyn walks among us in another’s skin. I believe she inhabits the body of Arlene, you know, Lucian’s wife. The evidence aligns the shared birthmark, the uncanny knowledge she possesses about our castle, and her familiarity with our ways.”

Gwen shouts, sprinting in the opposite direction. Being in my larger dragon form, it takes me a moment to maneuver around to face her. By the time I am face to face with Gwen, I see she has picked up a stray sword from the ground and has already pierced Prince Geoffrey. Geoffrey’s hands that were placed on Gwen’s shoulders trying to stop her leaving fall limp at his sides as he crumples to the ground.

he replied and turned to leave the pack house to call Jayden. "Grey, Gwen remembers her past life. She knows she's Ariella, the goddess of children," Maya dropped in an excited whisper. Grey's eyes dilated in surprise. "Really?" He asked. Gwen nodded with a smile. "I remember you a lot, Lord Verne, after all, there was not a day Alyssa did not talk about you," she replied.

That would make me no better than Calleach or Brigid. Ari settled her hand on my shoulder. "If I may?" I nodded. "Sure." Ari stepped forward just a little bit. "I'm Arianrhod. Feel free to call me Ari though." Kiema and her crew nodded. "What do you know of Merlin the Great?" The man who'd been introduced as a Warden stepped forward. His face was stark. He shook his head. "No. He's gone. For many centuries now." I looked up at Ari, saw her mouth tighten at the corners. "Not gone, merely locked away. Through the machinations of my siblings, he has been awakened. My granddaughter is now tasked with killing him."

“Can you please move over?” Melissa’s eyes were attentive to Oneil. By noticing that he must talking to someone close to him, she headed there. “Hello, who is with you Mr. Mercator?” Melissa asked while smiling sweetly at the young lady. “This is my cousin, Gwyneth,” Oneil answered and nudged Gwyneth. “Go introduce yourself.” Gwyneth grinned with a silly smile. She extended her hand in excitement. “Hello Miss Melissa. I’m Gwyneth Mercator. I’m also an aspiring equestrian.”

while tears are streaming down my face. My mouth fell open when I heard the crowd's applause. Their claps, their cheers... "Congratulations to our winner, Florence Mil for surviving the final round! Again, we have a winner!" the speaker announced. I roamed my eyes around expecting to see Eula... I don't understand... what's happening? Then the screen opened, showing the silhouette of the mysterious Domina. "Congratulations my dear, you're the only one who prevented the closest people to your heart from dying. You have survived the final round which is... the illusion. All of that... was just an illusion." she explained. I was glad to hear it but something is bothering me.

His shoulder crashes into the hard wood, forcing it wide, and Morgan stumbles backward, cursing as Gareth barges into the suite. Several gasps rings out in the air. His eyes follow the voices... to find two females staring at him. One is Linda. And the other... He knows her very well. She's one of the young shewolves Gareth considers suitable for his son. He had even introduced the two on the night of the Choosing Moon. "Gwen Harding?”

"What if this is the last time I ever see him alive?" The burden was crushing me. I couldn't eat properly. Couldn't sleep. Couldn't even breathe without feeling guilty. If I stayed silent... Oliver could die. If I spoke... Cole had promised to kill my baby. Tears burned behind my eyes. I blinked them away before anyone noticed. "Lilith?" A gentle voice pulled me back from my trance. I looked up upon hearing the voice. It was one of the younger kitchen staff. Her name was Mira. She had only joined the palace a few months ago, but she was always kind to everyone, although she barely speaks.