John Gwynne Series Novels & Stories

Gwen felt an elbow on her side and she reeled to head to Onyx who was standing beside her in the great hall of the pack house. "Don't be nervous," The omega assured, staring down at the redhead she-wolf with fondness in her eyes. If Gwen was really Guinevere, it only meant Onyx had gotten back what she thought she lost, the one she swore to protect the second she set her eyes on that little hazel eyes baby staring back at her. "It's going to be alright. All you have to do is let your blood drop into the blood after Alpha Lannis, got it?" Gwen nodded in understanding while uncertainty still lingered and clouded her senses. Her eyes met Syrin for a quick second and he gave her a nod and Gwen r

I could keep both of them yet. But I'll need Bowen free and able to fight. Which means I'd have to give Gwen up to them, if for only a few galling minutes to make them believe I was honouring the exchange. At the end of the day, Hunters were mortals. And an army wouldn't be able to stand against two full grown werewolves. I'm still thinking of my plan when I dress and step into the living room. I stop dead in my tracks. Gwen stands a few feet away from me, dressed in an eye-catching white wrap dress. But that isn't watch snags my attention. It's her hair. It isn't blonde anymore.

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.

“Elder.” Gwyneth stood there with an unusual appearance. Her silver hair was slightly dishevelled, as though she had arrived in a hurry. Her expression looked striking in an unsettling way, too. She was anxious. “Gamma,” she said quietly. Then, without preamble, she asked, “Did something happen to Alpha?” Naomi fell silent. A bad feeling suddenly crept into her chest at Gwyneth's sudden appearance. “I can't calm myself,” Gwyneth continued softly. “My chest has felt tight since earlier.”

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.

“Let's talk.” I dried my eyes with my other palm and followed June and Evelyn to the three nights inn. It was less rowdy than the city. Today sucked. I finished my beer in a swig and took another mug. “Allow me to introduce my mate Gwen, his name is June.” She introduced the gentleman with a smile. He was tall, he had fair radiant skin, blue eyes and a pointy nose. He was a very handsome beta wolf. But I couldn't even pretend to be pleased. I was in a very terrible shape at the moment, and I didn't care to meet anyone new. “I'm Gwen.” I replied taking longer sips of alcohol. We were all silent, the atmosphere was awkward. I was still sober but I badly wished to get drunk. But what I saw was

Gwyneth We moved to the location where we had information that warriors were guarding the area. We were able to move past the locales. The place was a mess. It was terrible, and there were a lot of junkies on the streets. To think how drastically the place had changed from how it was when we came there for a party to now, broke my heart. This was a place where every wolf looked forward to coming to a party, and the same would have been for me if it weren't for the tragic event that happened on my first visit. It was sad to find it in this state. In just a few months, it had become desolate and scorched. How could Simone live with herself? What kind of a leader was she? It was obvious that sh

I wasn't going to get involved, but since my mate was involved, I didn't mind this getting bloody. Me being a spy was going well. The only thing I hated was the fact that my mate was with someone who wanted to use her for power, but I made a vow that as soon as I was done, his head would roll. Ryker was an asshole, and after I found out that Gwen caught him cheating, I was somewhat happy but was still worried as hell since she ran away and I didn't still know where she was. My phone rang, shrill in the silence of the night. I answered, my voice low. "Yes?"

“Thank you.” “Do you want me to assist you?” Tyron offered. “No need.” Gwen answered, smiling. “I think I can manage on my own.” Gwen walked back to her room with the book and closed the door behind her. She sat down on her seat and sighed, then glanced at the book. It was dark-covered, and the title was written in a language she couldn’t understand. When she opened the book though, she could read what was written inside. There were so many chapters of different spells, and most if not all made use of blood. The more she flipped pages, the more shocked she became. She didn’t know if she should feel disgusted at the gory acts or in awe of how it is carried out.

"I'm a hundred and seven. He's a hundred and fifty three." I blinked in shock. Gwyn, with her soft blonde hair that turned golden in the right light, her apple cheeks and vibrant blue eyes and graceful curves. And Winston, with his straight back and powerful aura, intimidating, yet alluring grey eyes and stylishly messy curls of midnight dark hair. Gwyn didn't look a day over twenty and before now, I could have sworn that Winston was 26 at least. That must be why he was capable of amassing such great wealth at (what looked like) a very young age.