Novel & Cerita Gwen Tennyson Omniverse

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.

"That scent is breakfast about to be set, Gwen can you please call Daemon down from his room" Meanwhile upstairs, Daemon was having a hard time choosing what outfit to wear. T shirts, V necks flew in the air as he rumbled through his drawers.... He was caught up in looking for something to wear that he didn't notice Gwen's silent appearance, She stood by his open door about to announce her entry but she stopped dead in her tracks to fully access Daemon. 'This is the first time I'm seeing him shirtless and my goodness he's so ripped' Gwen thought to herself as she observed every tone of his muscles, every plane of body with ferventness. Daemon turned around to see Gwen drooling at him.

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.

But sadly, it never got to it's destination, and I had no idea who she left it for. “Gwen is a special wolf, she may become a monster if you withold too much from her. She's a different breed. Her powers were locked up when she was born. By a powerful warlock. It was best for everyone. “She was too powerful to be controlled, even as an infant. Only intense emotions can unlock her powers.” “When she finds out all the lies and all the secrets everyone has been keeping from her, the barrier won't hold for long, the warlock's seal will wear off.”

I'll find it later," I mutter. First, I need to unpack. Maybe meet whoever I'm stuck living with for the semester. Hopefully she's quiet, because I don't feel like socializing right now. Or ever, really. Omega housing is exactly what it sounds like: omegas packed together like an over-scented sorority. The mated ones get suites with their packs. The rest of us? We get crammed into what's left. The ones without marks. The ones without a place. The ones nobody wants.

Gavin started, and Gwen's eyes widened. "Oh, my poor child. You've been through so much. Well, not any longer. You're under my protection now," she declared. "Um. Who are you, exactly?" Elara asked. I bit back a laugh. Gavin, however, did not. Elara just shot him a look while Gwen smiled widely. "I'm glad to see they didn't break you, dear. I'm the former Luna Queen, Gwendolyn Ashbourne. And this reprobate's grandmother." She raised an eyebrow at Gavin. "I swear, he has better manners."

As always no one cared about the wolfless omega! “Help!” “Help!” I screamed at the top of my lungs but it was a mere whisper. Suddenly Cynthia appeared in front of me holding my three babies, two girls and a boy. “My baby, you killed my baby girl! She was innocent. Why did you do that?” I wept bitterly, stretching my hands towards her. Instead, an evil shriek filled the forest, “You worthless omega, say goodbye to your twins!!” Two loud blasts filled the air! I looked up to see blood gushing from Davis and Davina’s skull. Kian just stood by the side chuckling.

Gwen grumbled, shoving the golden comb into the bottom drawer of her wardrobe, burying it under a pile of discarded odds and ends. Unbeknownst to Gwen, the golden comb began to emit a soft, shimmering glow amidst Hans's old junk—a glowing mark of an unfinished bond of ownership.

An excellent one to be precise and that was what had kept him employed. In the seat beside him was a woman. She had long, blonde hair that when allowed to move with gravity, neared her waist. She was dressed in a silvery gown and looked like a queen. What she lacked though, was a crown on her head and three dozen guards watching her every step. She was Sarah, Harold's stepmother. In the seats behind the driver and Sarah was Harold and someone who was bound to make his next two years in Golden Lake University more miserable; Maximus (or Max for short).

"How?" "His Omega," Alex elaborates Win's shrug in a soft voice, "The scent of the sigil curved around him when he did that," he says, meaning when Win activated Omega runes through the when he was inside the chamber. "The Omega energy must have been countering the effects of the realms, letting him through..." Now there are three pairs of inquisitive eyes staring at him. Win sits on the bed, mirroring Alex' posture and starts telling them about the voices he heard in his mind.