Gwen Stark Novels & Stories

It was peculiar that it was black though, the standard-issue was always khaki and she already had one of those at home. The only black ones that she knew were... Her breath caught in her throat as she turned the sleeve and she saw it. The large, shimmering silver E.

The young man from my room appeared at my side. "Elara, you cannot go out there," he said. "It is too dangerous." "The Lycan king is out there." "Yes. Lucian. He is fighting for all of us." I looked at the young man. At his blue eyes, his worried face. "You called me by my name," I said. "But you did not tell me yours." "I am Gwen. The witch that was once assigned to train you. Your friend." "Gwen." The name felt right. "I remember him saving my life. In the forest. From the rogues."

Laga turned towards Gwen and saw her knelt down with her eyes closed and her hands spread out. She was controlling the dragons with her powers to stay still and to stop them from fighting against Laga and his armies. Gwen controlled the dragons and they fell at her presence, she calmed the dragons by touching their heads gently with her warm palms while whispering softly to them.

She bows in reverence to the Alpha for the first time, going from the place that made her equal to the Alpha to one of submission. Raven comes down from the stage and joins Ulric, who pulls her to him and kisses her.

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?

“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—”

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.”

You don't need to push her," Gwen snarls. I didn't even use 100 percent of my magic to knock her out, but she made it that way by hitting the floor. Leah brought more tears as more pack members gathered to see the villain bullying the weak heroine. Such an award-winning actress goes to Leah Larson. "I don't have time for this," I snarl and walk past Leah and the girls. "Hey! e are not done here!" Gwen yell. I will not let a killer like you out of here alive. s pack law, you will be punished."

"Gwen must be hiding near Mark. She knows that what she's doing is really dangerous, so she doesn't want to contact you or let you know about it." Yvonne furrowed her brows. She could roughly guess what Gwen was thinking. Gwen was secretly spying on Mark to gather information. She was also biding her time, waiting for an opportunity to exact revenge on him. What she was doing was extremely dangerous. Gwen was all alone. If she were to attack Mark, there was no way she was going to come out of it alive. Yvonne's heart sank thinking about that. "Can your men still find Gwen?" "Gwen's a pro from Emerald Group. I don't think she'll show herself again after meeting my men."

She recoiled and stared down at me, her gaze unnerving. Gwen was an A****n of a woman. Not only was she tall, but she was also built like one. Taking a deep breath, Gwen straightened her shoulders. At 5'10", she towered over me, but her imposing height was just one aspect of her commanding presence. Gwen's dark hair, usually pulled back in a sleek chignon, had escaped its confines in the chaos of the day, a few strands framing her strong jawline. These weren't the kind of wispy flyaways that plagued most women; these were thick, purposeful strands that seemed to mirror her personality – strong, independent, and unwilling to be tamed. Her emerald green eyes held a mixture of disappointment an