Gwen Tennyson Novels & Stories

So, why was the big name doing here, unannounced? Rustle, rustle… A few moments later, a very tall and slim yet masculine figure rose and smiled sheepishly at her. The light fur shone under the bright sunlight, a very beautiful werehyena was looking at her with full interest. Gwen Lily or Crown Princess Gwen Lily. The air around them became heavy and slightly darker to the point Albert’s body which was much bigger than hers trembled in fear subconsciously. The yellowish feline pupils trained on her, interestedly so.

Rowan whispers. Gwen smiles gently and winks at him, “ You should trust me, Dad! I'm going to show you the real heir’s game!” “But is she really Lady Nirvana? The most wanted female criminal who killed hundreds of cellmates and ran away from the prison?” Kai asked, staring at Mrs Wordsworth. “ You will get another surprising news that is-!” “ Miss Gwen!” Gwen flinches when she hears a cold and familiar voice. Her head slowly turns towards Derek who has been silent for the whole time.

The air around her seemed to vibrate with power, and it was clear that Gwen was now a force to be reckoned with. “I think this should be enough,” Taylor snickered as a devilish grin spread across her face. “There’s no way anyone could recognize us.”

When I'd touched myself while thinking about him. I was supposed to be better than this. "Athena?" I turned to find Gwen standing in the doorway to my chambers, her face tight with barely controlled emotion. Sarah's daughter looked like she hadn't slept, her eyes red-rimmed and her posture stiff with the kind of wounded pride that made people dangerous. "Gwen," I greeted carefully. "Isn't it too early to be carrying a gloomy face?” "Who the hell is she? She's taking his attention!" Gwen said without preamble.

I’m holding my side as I walk into the packhouse. “You incompetent bitch.” Slap. I race into the kitchen and see Gwen standing over a shivering Tansy who has her hand to her face and tears in her eyes. “What the fuck are you doing?” I say to her. “Oh, Guardian Emlyn, I didn’t see you there. This sprite,” she curls her lip at Tansy, “disobeyed me.” “I would never, Lady Luna Emlyn.” Tansy says to me. I step into the kitchen, putting myself between Gwen and Tansy.

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

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

She would trust in Charles and his promise. Anna's singing reminded her of Gwen's love for music. Rather, of Gwen's love for the one piece she knew. Before the pianoforte was sold, Gwen would stay with their mother on the pianoforte, or remained alone, playing and playing again the same tune. The smile on her sister's face as the tunes escaped the keys as she ran her fingers over them was always a grand look to behold. Gwen always had a knack to captivate people.

Gwen excused herself and got out of the car to pick up the call. “Yes? May I know who this is?,” she asked the other line. (Zolyn! I’m back! I wanna see you. Where are you right now? I’ll come and fetch you,) the person from the other line said with delight. Gwen’s forehead wrinkled and only thought of one person who calls her Zolyn. When she remembered, her eyes widened in bliss. “Prince Genus Kendrick Cager Quillen! You’re back?,” she shouted in excitement. She heard a groan from the other line which made her chuckle. ‘He still hates it when I say his full name,” she laughed behind her head.

“Margarette is a funny sort, isn’t she?” “Yeah.” She laughed too, “Margarette, you’re sensing the wrong vibrations. I’m just curious. Who is that woman Finrod’s with?” “You don’t know her?” Caeruleus was surprised. “She’s Queen Aera, the Queen of the elves and the sister of Prince Finrod.” She flustered. Why didn’t she see the resemblance? Now when she looked at them, she realized they had remarkably similar faces. “Come. Let’s pay our respects.” Margarette pulled them both.