Gwen Tennyson Omniverse นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“How is this possible, I thought Alpha Aiden had wiped out every single generation of witches and he had made sure not a single one had survived,” Taylor said as she drew closer to Gwen and embraced her closely. “He did wipe out the whole witch but luckily, I was able to escape through a power spell your mom and I know of,” Gwen responded. Taylor shut her eyes deeply as she continued to embrace Gwen more tightly before she began to speak again. “What kind of spell are you talking about?” she questioned.

A small voice says from behind me. I turn around to see a young woman with a tiny frame standing in the doorway. Her long black hair hanging over both shoulders, framing her face. "Who are you? I haven't seen you here before." "Sienna. I'm from Alpha Gregory's pack, or at least I used to be. I was an omega, just like you." "Oh okay. My name is Mark. Nice to meet you." I get up and walk towards her with my hand extended. She takes it, and clasps her other hand over mine.

She could hear and see the murmurs, the buzz, the glances at her. She knew everyone was going to look at her that way, and she even thought she would be able to handle it, but she was wrong. She wasn't. Gwen was doing this for her son and her son alone. That's what it took to be a mother. Sacrificing herself for the happiness of her son. And then she saw Vivienne. She was among a group of friends, all of them incredibly beautiful, rich and laughing forcefully like they had to impress someone. The woman was incredibly beautiful with a golden dress, which only made Gwen feel more like an outsider. She did not belong here, in this world. Maybe, at the time she was with Finn, she thought that sh

Lev murmured, crouching so they were eye to eye. “This is Milo—a guardian sphere. Think of it as an intelligent nanny. This little troublemaker has been serving our family for generations. It even looked after your great-great-grandfather.” He smiled softly. “It was your father’s caretaker once. Now, it’s yours.” The sphere pulsed, its voice smooth and warm. “Welcome home, young lady.” Its pink glow deepened, almost like a blush. Gwyneth’s face brightened, curiosity overcoming fear. She was about to reach out when a sharp sting seared beneath her eyelids.