Merlin/gwaine Novels & Stories

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.”

------------ Forgive my rudeness, I cannot abide useless people. -Marcel. ------------ Marcel rolled his eyes, "I wouldn't even let you near me or her, go play your little games on those idiots out there." Gwen's hair flew as if she wanted to stone Marcel like Medusa, "Don't think I'm afraid of you, it's just that I have more toys to play with heh~" As Gwen said she thought about Dolores's face. Gwen has lived for two hundred years, and she has already seen these types of shamans and exorcists, she just felt angry looking at couples.

The gold that bordered his pupil whenever he was angry or upset have been gone for a while, proving without a doubt that Gwaine has had absolute control over his body and emotions. I haven’t been familiar with his wolf; Vilkus, but from what I gathered from the few times we crossed paths, he was a darker side of Gwaine. Gwaine was more rational but Vilkus seemed to be a carrier of rage. His rage seemed unending. The gold that appeared in Gwaine’s eyes signaling his presence was always so fierce one could mistake them for fire. The surrounding reminded me of the first time we met on a hill. Gwaine had interrupted me and when I turned, his face held so much innocence, I couldn’t be mad at him

"Why aren't you in bed? You should have called for me if you needed something, if Arthur sees you, he would be so hard to pacify again." "I know, I know. I will return to bed, as soon as I find a new book to keep myself busy with. In the meantime, who is this gentleman?" "He is..." "Lance Miller." Lance introduced as he came over to take Gwen's hand and kissed it. "I am a friend of your sister." A friend? Well, I wouldn't call him my friend, but... "She has never mentioned you." Gwen said, giving me a look. "I am Gwendolyn Geraldton, Duchess of Arana. Welcome to my home."

“You’re Gwenna. The first Empress of the Wanix. I’m Empress Zelda.” “Yes, I was the first Empress. I am so delighted to see the title stayed within the family.” “Oh yes. The Xanatheals still rule! This is Beta Penn, my...boyfriend.” I laughed slightly. “Beta?” Agaras asked. “A werewolf?” “Yes, of the Luan Pack.” Penn informed him. They both looked horrified. “Th-the Luan Pack?” Gwenna whispered. “No! We were never supposed to speak to them again!”

Not showing any signs of looking didn't look back, seeing this Gawain sighed and silently followed Helga knowing that this wouldn't end well. "I'll watch over her to make sure she doesn't damage anything" Gawain said as he walked away while they remained silent. "See you Gawain" the bluish green-haired girl called with a soft smile. "See you Merlia" Gawain replied dully to his friends as he followed after his overzealous fellow Dark Dweller. "It's times like these that we need to put a tracker on that girl" Gawain muttered as he followed behind Helga with his hands in his pockets.

Now, it was just him and Ivan, alone in the vast worldwide. His cowardly part was always trying to convince him to give up and go to town with his brothers. But the fearless part he'd grown up with during the journey kept him focused on his goal, he was conscientious of being Gawain, the most cowardly son of the great dastardly wizard. Ivan was a great company, he protected Gawain not only from beasts and outlaws, but also from the loneliness. At the end of the third day, Gawain and Ivan arrived in a very dark forest.

Gwen's POV In just an instant where we emerged outside my house. The view that greeted us was too unexpected. Everyone was having a massive fight with our enemies. "Gwen! Careful in every way!" Israel warned before he attacked the black werewolves. He is a half-witch and half werewolf but he prefers fighting in a human form where he can use his magic to kill. I scanned the entire surrounding and realized that even my parents were currently in a fight. The enemy is many, and I couldn't count them all by hand. They're running around everywhere, making everything worse.

Even her lips turned white, making the tear tracks on her cheeks look like deep, hollow ravines. Dad walked over. His voice trembled too. "Dex, that command doesn't count. It was said in the heat of the moment. It doesn't count." The door was pushed open again. Sapphire stood in the doorway, looking at us hesitantly. "Adam has been sent back," she began. "His system glitched out. The manufacturer said his emotional module overloaded, so he had to be recalled to the factory for repairs." Sent back… The words bounced around inside my head for a few moments, unable to find a place to settle.

She typed "Oh great, Gwen." Means anger. So you have anger issues? Gwenevere leaned backwards. "No! I dont." Nope, its something I have overcome. I have eighty percent tolerance for any one, even annoying people. You have some good lying skills, Gwen. Williams nodded. Any similarities with Melancholies? Gwenevere scoffed No, they are two worlds apart. Opposites. There can be few similarities though. Gwenevere shrugged and immediately she tapped on the send button, a call came in.