Gwen Stacy Venom Novels & Stories

She had never felt so loved, so protected and had already started dreaming of a life together with him. But the supreme lord caught them, and then the horrors that still plagued her to this lifetime began. Stev had fought hard to protect her. It was raining heavily, yet he never gave up even when it was slowly getting obvious that he was never going to win. He fought for Glovia like his life depended on it, and had his head falling to the floor. Filled with grief, Gwen screamed in pain, waking up when something exploded right at her back. “Gwen!” voices called out in fear, bashing Into her room but she couldn’t see them as her entire focus was on the pain in her back.

We turn into the hotel grounds and the cars slow toward the entrance, and Enzo immediately squeezes forward into the gap again with a phone angled toward me showing a live feed of the ballroom interior. "Flamingo is still talking to the tattooed guy," he reports. "Big. Very inked. Orlov is not in the room yet." I glance at the feed. Then back at the road. "Flamingo." "Codename," Dante says, with the tone of someone explaining something obvious. "The Greek Princess is the Flamingo. Orlov is the Chipmunk." He pauses. "You are the Italian Stallion." Something happens in my chest that I cannot fully contain before it reaches my face. It is not a smile. It is adjacent to one. It escapes before I

In here there was only the sound of him breathing and the warmth of his skin and the folder sitting on the desk with its government stamp and my name, clean and unattached and finally, finally only mine. I walked into this office today as Gwen Rivers. I was leaving as something else. Something I had been before Cole, before the forced vows, before five years of being a wound aimed at another man. Xavier's thumb traced my temple once, gentle. I let it.

“…Shit.” There was a sharp back-and-forth—accusations, denials, half-smiles with teeth behind them—but Amy was done. She leveled her gun at Giovanni and pulled the trigger. Click. Nothing, her stomach dropped, empty. She looked at him, her face unreadable but her pulse roaring in her ears. Giovanni smirked. “You didn’t really think I’d let you walk in here loaded, did you?” But he didn’t see the quick glance Amy threw towards Isadora. Isadora’s voice was smooth, almost lazy. “Lucky for you, I have very loyal people, comrade. The kind that can be anywhere… even in your little mansion.”

Her fingers hovered over a cluster of vials before plucking one out—a deep amber liquid swirled inside like smoke trapped in glass. She handed it to me. “Take half now. Half before you sleep. You’ll feel it working almost immediately.” I held the vial. It was warm in my hand. “What’s in it?” I asked. “Mandrake. Crushed opal root. Bloodleaf. And something older,” she said. “It won’t harm you. But it will sever the clarity between you and your wolf for a time. You’ll feel disconnected. Numb. Is that what you want?”

Stacy is the gamma’s daughter, one of the powerful female figures in the Pack aside from Celia. Stacy did not come here to line up and receive supplies, instead she came here to make trouble for Raven. “You think you are a hero now just because you are giving us these supplies? These things did not even came from you,” Stacy spoke loud enough for everyone to hear her. Raven ignored her and continued to distribute the packs of food that she is holding. She never said that these supplies came from her, and she is not doing this to be a hero, she was only doing this as a part of her job.

She took out a gun and aimed it at his head. She was about to pull the trigger when a flash of purple whizzed past her and she doubled over to the ground. "Violet!" the scarlet speedster spoke as the other speedster was then standing next to him and helping him up. Violet and Crimson—the two speedsters that Carol had identified back at Carter•Labs and it turned out that the speedster killer had caught up to them. "I'm guessing the plutonium's safe since we are all still standing?" said Crimson to Violet.

Sebastian and Finn have already gotten themselves freed and I can only say two simple words as we get closer to them. “He’s dead.” I stare back at their wide yes and I repeat. “Greyson is dead, and Gwen has been poisoned.” “Davina! Davina!” The sound of yelling distracts us. It’s coming from outside and when we reach there, Asteria is standing outside. She sees us and quiets down. “You’re okay. Where is Davina.” “Dead and I will be soon if I don’t get help.” Gwen says as she plays with her fingers. “What?” I look up at my confused sister. “She has been poisoned.”

She slowly reached into the pocket of her plum-colored dress and pulled out a small, sleek device. It was a remote trigger. "Isabella," Elara said, turning to face her. "You’re right. There is a Void-Core in this room. And it is emitting a Vane frequency. But it’s not in my neck. Elara pressed the button on the remote. Suddenly, a high-pitched screeching sound filled the room. Isabella let out a cry of pain, clutching her own shoulder. The scanner in the enforcer’s hand went wild, the red light focusing entirely on Isabella’s cream-colored jacket.

"I spoke to Sydney. She and Cain are not making any headway with her. She won't spill anything." "I'm not surprised." I muttered. "She's a believer. It's going to be damn near impossible to get her to spill. She has nothing to live for anymore." "I think she does." Zora said, causing Roman and I to exchange looks. Zora went on to explain what Gwen told her about how she and her mother were able to infiltrate the lycan ranks. Then she faced me, "Do you have any idea where her Mom is?" "Gwen's Mom died a few years before her husband during a family visit outside the territory. I think she died by rogue attack and Gwen had to travel for her funeral."