Novel & Cerita Gwen Stacy Venom

She mumbled words that could cause the enemies to kneel, burn, and experience tingling pain in their bodies as Emily exerted control over her power over them. Emily’s body was glowing, transforming into a moon goddess, wearing a white dress and a jeweled star on her forehead. “Morsus...” (Pain) “Combustum...” (Burn) “Interficio...” (Kill) Emily was saying those words, and slowly, the grunts and roars of the hunters and rouges were subsiding. Her eyes darted at the King and Queen of Rouges. Her eyes were dangerous and made her shudder.

They were all screaming Elspeth's name. Silently I stood up from where she attacked me. She has no knowledge that I blocked her attack. I sighed and removed the waterfall braids onto my hair before I break their fun. "Silence!" I screamed loud, and with one word, what I wanted was then granted. Pure silence covered the place as I ascend, glowing because of my aura. I held my head high and turned my gaze to the demons around me. With a glare, one by one they went down onto their knees. "I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground."

Well, except for the gaze of the man burning holes through my head, I was fine. "I'm Damon. You caught my attention since the beginning of the show but I did not want to disturb you so I waited till the end of the show to approach you." I breathed out as if he was nervous to talk to me. Looking at him now, he had great looks. He was pretty handsome and he was taller than I am. Very well. But not as tall as…. Stop that right now, it thought. "Oh….. I… I'm not very good at this. My name is Gwen. I'm a fashion enthusiast that luckily got an invite to come to a great show like this one." I said to him and he laughed. He had a nice smile.

We had gotten to the mansion and I could see Kevin standing, one hand in one pocket, cigarette in the other hand. He was wearing a tight blue jean this time around, but it was rugged. He wore a gray t-shirt and a black jacket, with his neck chain and now I noticed that he had a stud earring in one ear. He had on black high boots that were a perfect fit for his entire dark charisma. As we stopped at the mansion he wasted no time in walking towards me and he held the car door open for me in less than a second. He moved as fast as lightning, well of course, he is a vampire after all.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

Gwen howled in pain as the tip of the blade cut through her skin, blood soaking down the front of her white dress. "Why couldn't you just love me?!" Gwen wept hysterically, staring up at me with desperation. "I gave you everything! I stayed by your side through everything!" "You gave me lies," I sneered, pulling the blade back and wiping the fresh blood onto my pants. "You gave me poison. You tried to force a bond that was never yours to claim." "I was supposed to be your Luna!" she screamed, her voice cracking violently. "Not that weak human girl!"

Gwen POV The air was so heavy with the smell of blood and spoilt boots. The bodies of the treacherous bastards elders lay still on the ground like logs of wood, their betrayal met with the same violence they had plotted against me and that is brutal death. Ronan had disappeared again. He slipped from my grasp like a fleeting shadow in the air. And Tina? She was imprisoned in chains and that is where she should be, unconscious, but I knew better than to consider her defeated too strong.

And now, this happened. My fingers curled into fists as I turned to her, my voice shaking with rage. "You did this." Winter let out a small chuckle, placing a hand on her chest as if offended. "Me? Gwen, you're losing your mind." She turned to Lucas with a soft, pitying smile. "She's just trying to blame someone else for her own mistakes." "You liar!" I lunged at her, my anger exploding like fire in my veins. "You set me up! You drugged me, didn't you?! You planned this!"

Cracked with molten gold and black stone veins. And on his head— Gwen. Gwen Silverthorn. The Dragon and his slave. His curse. But….. she looked ruined. Skin pale and peeling. Hair matted, tangled, falling out in patches. “Youuu,” she seethed Her voice sounded like claws scraping glass. “There you are,” she crooned, fingers digging into the space between Thorfinn’s scales. “My perfect flame.” Rage detonated inside me. "I don't belong to you."

“I bet Aric wouldn’t be too happy when he finds out his cousin’s lapdog goes snooping around behind his back.” “You think?” I mumbled, still smoothing my palm over the tie. “Of cou—“ The rest of the words suddenly gurgled back down his throat, as I slipped out the surgical knife I’d hidden in my sleeves, stealthily, and slit his throat. I slipped away in the same stealthy manner, satisfaction filling my chest, as the man’s body slipped to the floor in his own pool of blood. And I slipped the small knife back into my sleeve, never looking back as the first scream rang out.