Gwendy's Final Task Novels & Stories

With every last bit of strength I had, I shoved him away, desperate to get Wendy to the hospital. But Owen had lost all control by then. His face twisted with fury as he attacked me from behind. In my final moments, I clutched Wendy's lifeless body close to mine. The warmth slowly drained from my blood, and darkness began to close in. I never could have imagined that I would be reborn, let alone find myself back on the very day of the banquet. A wave of hatred surged through me, causing my fingers to tremble. I locked eyes with Owen, my gaze cold and unyielding. To my shock, I watched him walk straight toward Poppy.

Instead, I got an answer that chills me to my core every time I think about it. “Because you are my way into Carcosa. I was cast out long ago, and with your help, you will secure my return. And the key, my dear Aidan, is here behind your mask. Behind all your masks. This world is nothing more than a masquerade, and your music will help us all to remove the masks that obscure the truth of Carcosa’s golden light. A final reconciliation of this world and ours. Feel honored, my darling Yellow King. You will be home soon enough.” And with that, she climbed to her feet and patted me on the head like the dimwitted child I was.

It was just too funny for him seeing gods and century living kings become speechless in front of a 17 year old female wolf. King Lam, Apollo, and Mathew stood on the side silently watching Gwen, whose eyes flashed silver, and she seemed to be seeing something as her expressions kept changing every few seconds. "They need to complete this task and make this place visible to the eyes. That is the reason why we are here." Gwen spoke in a whisper, which was clearly heard given the dead silence around. "Once they complete their tasks, the door will open, and you three need to be out when I say so. Clear?" Gwen spoke authoritatively, and when she didn't receive an answer, she turned to them, makin

“‘Tis the work of a powerful witch whose magic’s gone sour.” “How do we fix it?” I said in a tone that belied my panic. “We cannot come up with a remedy until we discover the source,” Gwendoline said with a slow shake of her head. She turned to my grandfather and said, “I may need ye to sit with me tonight and scry, Arthur.” “Whatever it takes,” my grandfather said eagerly.

Even with all the uncertainty, he’d been constant. A knock on the front door jolted us both to our feet. We looked at each other, tense. “Stay here,” he said, fangs slightly extending as he moved toward the door. But it was only Gwendoline. She looked tired…paler than usual, her eyes shadowed but there was something in her expression that made my heart race. “Well?” I asked before she even stepped in. She gave me a weary smile. “They’re almost ready. One more night. If all goes well... by tomorrow, the curse will be lifted.”

Taking a deep breath, she exhaled heavily and took a few steps closer to Freya, who stood her ground as she observed Wendy intently. With her face inches away from Freya's, Wendy stated, "You’ve been compensated for the job, Miss Williams. I would appreciate it if you refrained from probing into my motives any further. I despise being questioned, but what I detest even more are those who meddle in others' affairs. Do you understand?" Her tone turned serious as she continued, "So, why don’t you be sensible, take the money, and leave without asking any more foolish questions?" Freya was momentarily taken aback by Wendy’s response. Stunned into silence, her heart raced as she registered the ann

They apologized for taking up space. "You don't have to stop," he muttered. "Alpha." I straightened immediately. "Xavier. My name is Xavier." He corrected me. I had not known what to do with that so I had said nothing and he had stood there for a moment looking at me with those blue eyes that didn't know how to be casual and then he asked. "What's your name?" "Gwen." I answered quickly. "Just Gwen?" "Gwendolyn Rivers, sir." I held the mop handle like it was something to hold onto.

In here there was only the sound of him breathing and the warmth of his skin and the folder sitting on the desk with its government stamp and my name, clean and unattached and finally, finally only mine. I walked into this office today as Gwen Rivers. I was leaving as something else. Something I had been before Cole, before the forced vows, before five years of being a wound aimed at another man. Xavier's thumb traced my temple once, gentle. I let it.

I put my phone away and stand up. "Let's go. But if you ditch me to go dance with some stranger, and I can't find you later, then you'd better call me in the morning so I can pick you up," I rolled my eyes at Christine's instructions. I wasn't going to do that. Today was going to be the day when Christine would finally see Calvin. "Okay, mum, so what are we waiting for? Let's get wasted like dumb bimbos!" My triumph is met with Christine's cringe and Johnathan's laugh. Finally, something good is happening to me. Nothing can go wrong. ~ Everything went wrong after that.

"Yeah! I don't know what's gotten into that old witch lately. She makes me watch her kid, clean her house, and insists I buy her daughter formula that costs hundreds a can. Where am I supposed to get that kind of money? So, I just grabbed some leftovers from the trash and repacked them. Don't they look totally brand-new?" They probably thought I was asleep, so their conversation just got bolder. Helly looked up at Joseph with sparkly eyes, waiting for him to praise her. Joseph chuckled and patted her head. "Good job!" Encouraged, Helly grinned even wider. "Who knew that witch would survive? Guess she got lucky this time." My heart sank with a sense of dread. What did she mean I had gotten lu