Gwen Stacy Venom Novels & Stories

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."

The vulnerability of grief laid bare, I allowed myself to express the depth of my sorrow. Jason, attuned to the shift in my emotions, pulled me into a gentle embrace. His comforting presence provided a sanctuary for the torrents of grief that poured out. "It's okay to let it out, Celicia. I'm here for you," he murmured, his words a soothing melody in the midst of the emotional storm. In that moment, surrounded by the hushed whispers of the funeral attendees, I surrendered to the waves of grief. The collective mourning seemed to echo my individual sorrow, creating a symphony of shared pain.

"All right, here we go. I'm all set." "Are you kidding me? We just got here. We haven't even had a drink yet. Do you think there's a way I could get you to have something a little stronger than a virgin pia colada tonight? Gwen gave a slight nod in response. Just one martini was all it took for her to become inebriated, but that was all she needed. She wasn't sure if it was the werewolf blood, the Lakota blood, or some combination of the two, but she couldn't stand the taste of alcoholic beverages in any form.

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.

Vanity smiled at Gwen, who didn't appear to be in good spirits, and took the shirt she had desired from her. When she passed Gwen, Vanity said a few words that only Gwen could hear: "You will never be able to kill me again because you failed twice. I will rip their throats out, even if it is you.” When Gwen heard Vanity say those words, she became cold. Vanity had undoubtedly recognized her, and she herself had confirmed that she was the clone that her family had allegedly destroyed three years before. She was also the clone she had longed to meet and kill with her own hands.

Gwen steeled herself and force her body not to recoil in fear when the vampires approached her, she was barely an immortal, still a baby vampire that her mate refuse to allow her be taught how to fight and the only thing she could do was to mess with others psychic and that take concentration and she would be stupid to do that here. Gwen slowed her breathing and tried to focus on the attack. She also couldn't alert Vince since she knew for a fact that they would try to kill Vince and she didn't want Vince to go into a haze which would happen if he came and saw the two closest people to his heart fighting for their lives. " if you remain calm and docile, we won't hurt you. " one

I asked, actually surprised. "Don't sound so shocked," she mumbled, looking a little embarrassed. "I'm Mother Theresa for now. Just for now." "Okay," I said, giving her a break. "But seriously, Gwen! Spill! When did this happen?" "It’s not a big deal, El. It happened before I even moved here to RavenBane," I lied. The words felt like lead. I hadn't lost it in some faraway city; I’d lost it to Yates in the middle of the Wildling Woods.

She sighed in relief even though she was shocked at the discovery of the king being her saviour. Suddenly she looked up at the maid who was filling the glass of water for her, "But why am I feeling so much pain? Her whole body is hurting." The maid sighed forwarding the glass towards the omega before answering. "It's an aftereffect of vampire wine, the wine is specifically made for vampires, and even vampires like me, lowly ranked can't handle it, then why do you a werewolf think that you can handle it." This silenced Zinnia, she didn't ask another question and grabbed the glass before chugging on the water like she had been thirsty for years.

Gwen's POV The frantic echo of footsteps approached rapidly, and my vision blurred as I began to lose consciousness. My breathing was shallow, and the last thing I could discern was a figure bending over me. “Luna, open your eyes!” a voice shouted urgently. It wasn’t Ryker’s voice; it was someone else. I forced my eyelids open and saw the gamma kneeling beside me. I didn’t know his name, but he was one of the pack’s most feared gammas. How did he find me here?