Gwyn Reynolds Novels & Stories

My hand went up to caress her delicate cheek. I did not know that I had started smiling until my cheeks began to hurt. But I did not stop. Ariana was absolutely gorgeous; she was my motivation. My reason to live. "What’s wrong?" My heart nearly flew out of my chest as Gwen’s voice filled my ears without warning. She leaned against the doorway with her hands crossed above her chest. Her chocolate brown eyes were trained solely on me, analyzing me carefully. She was one of the stealthiest wolves I have ever met; her presence was almost undetectable. She wore a short white dress and left her shoulder-length hair in a bun.

He had never been so wrong. Perhaps I should tell you about this witch and who she was. Her name is Gwen. She is a beautiful green-eyed with, although having brown skin color seemed off and at the same time beautiful. Her beautiful locks of black hair on dreads with the perfect smile. Gwen was the epitome of beauty.

My stomach has started swirling with an emotion I'm not ready to acknowledge yet. The worry in his eyes is evident. "She has no idea who or what she is, but its Tegwen, Cain." I feel like I've been kicked in the stomach, my breath stolen from me as his words register. "The Rogue with the humans, is Tegwen."

BRENDA WILSON. Giordana. "Hi, I'm Brenda Wilson." I turned in the direction of the voice. A tall, slim, model-like lady stood before me. She wore a dress that had a deep v-cut neckline exposing an ample amount of cleavage, the dress was very short and barely reached her mid-thighs. Her lips were painted blood red and her eyes were smokey. Well, she was definitely beautiful but something seemed off about her. Her smile was fake.

Whispering words that she intends for him to hear till she noticed a figure standing near her. A familiar voice said in a cold stern tone the words she despise to admit. "You killed him." She lifted her eyes to meet the one who said those words however Morrigan's eyes widened when she looked over Colfre's shoulder, where a woman was standing in front of her. Her eyes are chestnut in color, her hair raven long hair dances by the wind, and her face is innocent but as you look into her eyes it was chilling and horrifying. She watches in horror as an exact copy of her stands in front of her as she kneels in front of Colfre's lifeless body. The eyes of the Morrigan in front of her shedding tears

the lady added. “So you did cheat on your girlfriend?” I snapped coming inside the room, my fist clenched in anger. “Micheal,” Allen called. His mouth open in shock. “You shouldn't be here.” “You were the one that cheated on her and you made me frame her, do you have any idea the damage you have caused, no…that I have done to that innocent woman,” I paused, turning to the lady. “Who are you?” I questioned walking closer to her. “Joan?” I called.

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

He glanced around, awaiting a response. Gamma Jannel is a captivating figure, a black she-wolf with a long, lean build that carries just the right amount of muscle. Her short Afro hair accentuates her strong, chiseled facial features that convey both authority and elegance. She bears a striking resemblance to the iconic Grace Jones, rarely smiles, and is continually absorbed in her work. Her presence commands respect and often gives chills to those who encounter her.

"Well, who would have thought I would one day see my son in the kitchen, cooking," Gwen didn't know why her heart skipped a beat at the female voice but it did and her breaths hitched for a moment as she finally noticed the other woman who walked in with Luna Yaletha. Gwen didn't need to be a genius to know who she was as her eyes flicked between Syrin and the beautiful woman with sparkling red hair and honey-like hazel eyes. She broke out from her trance and ducked her head. "Luna Nordika,"

“Finley made a mistake. He thought Emlyn was our mate, but she can’t be. Gwendolyn is.” I look down at my mate. She’s not the type of girl I’ve ever found attractive. If you had asked me to describe her before, I would have said she has mousy brown hair and shit brown eyes, nothing like Emlyn's rich chocolate brown hair or sparkling amber eyes. Gwen doesn’t even look like she’s a fighter or has been in warrior training for years. If I saw her before, I would never have given her a second glance, but the Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes. There’s a reason she’s my mate.