Gwen Stacy / Spider Verse Novels & Stories

“She fought some warriors, and next she’s offered a title and a place in the pack?!” It seemed they had been discussing my invite before I walked in. My heart hammered, pounding away in my chest but outwardly, I tried to appear calm. I remained silent while Alpha Tristan spoke up. “Sit down, Gwen,” Gwen. So this was the lady Guinevere… acting Luna of Silver Moon pack. My eyes sized her up again as she scoffed and sat down. She was obviously against the idea but respected the Alphas. Interesting. “I don’t like it,” Lady Gwen shook her head, annoyed. “She’s the daughter of another Pack’s alpha! She could be a spy for all we know. It’s ridiculous she’s even being considered for the position—”

"Aspen and the others definitely came up empty-handed. They must be furious right now!" Gwyneth sat at her vanity table, leisurely applying hand cream with a slight smile on her face. However, her eyes showed a hint of viciousness. "Keep your voice down. What's there to be so smug about?" Then, she glanced at Zac through the mirror with an indifferent gaze that revealed nothing of her emotions. However, Zac was completely immersed in the joy of victory, utterly oblivious to her unusual mood. He asked, "Gwen, aren't you happy? We've completely gotten rid of our troubles this time! No matter how capable Aspen and the others are, they can't find Stefan now. Without him as a witness, what can th

“You’re Gwenna. The first Empress of the Wanix. I’m Empress Zelda.” “Yes, I was the first Empress. I am so delighted to see the title stayed within the family.” “Oh yes. The Xanatheals still rule! This is Beta Penn, my...boyfriend.” I laughed slightly. “Beta?” Agaras asked. “A werewolf?” “Yes, of the Luan Pack.” Penn informed him. They both looked horrified. “Th-the Luan Pack?” Gwenna whispered. “No! We were never supposed to speak to them again!”

Gronta glanced his eyes at Matthew for a second. "Hmm, I suppose you're right. We may need to have a proper discussion about this." Guinevere spoke as if she was siding with Gronta, but her very light smile said otherwise. "By the way, I noticed a certain familiar spider in the group. Do you remember me, Theraphosa Arachne?" Almost everyone was surprised to hear Guinevere mentioned that name. None of them had thought that the elf queen and Theraphosa knew each other. "Of course, your highness.” Theraphosa said while bowing her head.

A shadow looms over me and Gwen lets out a muffled shriek. I spun, my magic zapping along my palms. I expect to see the vampires that Zane has recruited. Instead, it's an inky blackness that undulates in front of me. Taking a step back, I stumble as the thing drifts closer to me. "What is that?" my voice cracks. "It's a wraith." I'd vaguely heard of those, but why was Gwen so terrified of it? She had faced down half a dozen vampire ghosts, but trembles and backs away from this thing.

I could see his chiseled jaw from under the material, with a light stubble on his face but his eyes were hidden. "And this is the famous hybrid Scarlett Baranov, mated to Jaxon, I can't wait to see what you can do," the man spoke in a menacing rough voice and even though I couldn't make out his eyes, the imagination of them looking right at me sent a cold shiver down my spine. While Scarlett's presence comforted me, his own had hairs in the back of my neck standing. Everything about him screamed darkness and I couldn't deny my calmness at that moment faltered. "Can we get this over with Tristan." Gwen ground the words, her previous fear having already evaporated. She now had a warlock and do

Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, another line of elegant script appeared on the page. It read: “Clue 1: Find me at the bottom of the spider queen’s glass, though do beware she can be quite crass.” No. No, absolutely not. Even as I shook my head, fighting to erase the words now etched into my consciousness, I couldn’t ignore the truth. My first clue was with the spider queen: Aranea, Goddess of Arachnids. Draco snarled loudly enough to send those nearest to us skittering back. He ran his fingers through his frosted hair and exhaled through his teeth.

Shawn told her. "What!?" At this point, Queen's attention was drawn to her phone, which was ringing. She picked up the phone and exclaimed, "Dad! Dad!" "Are you okay? Are you okay, Queen?" Andre asked anxiously. "Yes, I'm okay, Dad, but we were being attacked, and..." "I know them, I know who they are. I've gathered information on them. The people who attacked you are led by a man named Stok. He's the leader of the White Sparrows.

This us what I wanted. I turned to the crowd yet again. "Once again I call out yo whoever refuses to accept and submit to me, speak now or forever hold your tongue," I said waiting for a moment. No one made a move to come forward, say anything. "Very well then. You all are under the rule of Noella Cindy James, no more queen of routes, but Queen of all werewolves." I smiled and stepped down. This was it. This was finally over. My justice has come to me. I have fulfilled my desires. **************

My lips parted but no sound came out. Gwen took one calm step closer, her gaze locked on mine like she was pinning me in place. “That’s for stabbing me in the back,” she said quietly. Her voice didn’t shake. Mine did. She leaned in just slightly, her eyes cold enough to freeze blood. “And just so you know… I’m gonna get back with Hayden. Be his Luna. And you—” her smile sharpened like a blade, “—like always, will remain hidden.” Hidden.