Miles Morales Spider-gwen Novels & Stories

After cleaning herself and allowing the hot water to seep into her bones, she turned off the water, dried off, and then headed back into the room. After opening and pulling out some sweatpants and a soft pullover and getting dressed, she scans the room again until her eyes finally land on Isadora’s bed and find the paper. Gwen walks over, picks it up and reads it. -Gwen. There’s been a change in my plans. Professor Miles is taking me to the MoonGoddess Guardians Pack to help with the thesis I am working on with Professor Rhett. We have permission to be there for a week, and I will join you for the second week.

“I told you right? It is real and possible.” Gwen stood there, staring at her corpse, her face pale but resolute. “I told you,” she whispered. “I was given a second chance. The Moon Goddess brought me back.” I swallowed hard, my mind swirling. “We need to figure this out,” I said, more to myself than to anyone else. Ethan walked closer to Gwen’s body, kneeling, and examining it. “There’s no denying it, Lucian,” he muttered. “This is her,”

I was deep in thought, wondering why Aunt Maya was really here. But it became clear tonight. I had eavesdropped on her and her dad. "Gwen may not be a werewolf; the girl may be human, just like her mother. "But I don't want to believe that." "Artemis was a wolf, Dylan!" Aunt Maya cautioned her brother. "She was not; I bit her." "She was never born a wolf." "Gwen will be going to wolf camp; they'll train her." He said.

I don't understand who released this crazy person to let her run to my place to cause trouble. Maya ran to pull Gwen, but Gwen flicked her hand, sending Maya flying away. Gwen is Beta's daughter; despite her lack of training, she still has Beta's blood and is more substantial than normal werewolves. I quickly ran over. Gwen didn't know I was there, so she didn't notice me. I lifted my leg and kicked her with all my might. Gwen's body was like a broken kite; she flew away until her body hit the table's edge and fell to the floor. I didn't care about her, looking towards Violet.

And then I see it, a little cave, it was easy to miss but not when the efficiency of both of my senses were in fight or flight mode. Suddenly, I hear it. The sound of footsteps. Heavy, deliberate steps. I freeze, my heart stopping. Before I can react, strong arms grab me from behind. I struggle, but my body is slammed into the cold, unforgiving earth. "Where do you think you're going, Gwen the dancer?" a voice sneers above me. I look up, Miles. The young Alpha of the Red Grove pack. His eyes gleam with malice as he stands over me, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

------------ 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.

My thoughts are cut off when I hear a she-wolf, the owner of the unfamiliar scent, begin speaking next to my head. “Hello, my name is Gwen.” Something about her voice soothed my fears, relaxing some of the tension within my chest. Her voice effectively shuts down Brady’s words in my mind, and I listen intently. “I am twenty-three years old, and I enjoy crocheting and writing in my journal. It seems that I am going to be joining the Blood Moon pack as the new therapist, as your therapist. That is only if you’ll have me, Luna?”

I asked, actually surprised. "Don't sound so shocked," she mumbled, looking a little embarrassed. "I'm Mother Theresa for now. Just for now." "Okay," I said, giving her a break. "But seriously, Gwen! Spill! When did this happen?" "It’s not a big deal, El. It happened before I even moved here to RavenBane," I lied. The words felt like lead. I hadn't lost it in some faraway city; I’d lost it to Yates in the middle of the Wildling Woods.

' Elian asked, looking lost and confused. " No, she's not a student," I answered, placing my hand on his shoulder while we walked. " She's a spy in disguise,Morwen’s right hand,cold, silent, and lethal. She’s been on my case for a long time and suddenly disappeared, nobody heard from her and now she's back." Elian sighed, "I hope she stays away from you this time around." Kael said nothing, he has been sort of calm today, I hope he's alright though but I did not bother asking him what was wrong.

“When she starts pushing back the way Gwen Cruise has always pushed back. When she remembers her own strength.” I thought that strength had been stolen. Miguel disagreed. “Trauma buries strength,” he said. “It doesn’t erase it.” And maybe he was right. Because two days later, my spy sent a message that made me stand up so fast my chair nearly toppled over: “Sir. Something’s different with her. She asked for a supervised outing.” My breath punched out of me. Gwen… asking to step outside? Not to escape. Not to run. But to earn trust. To play the long game. That was the Gwen I knew. Clever and quietly strong. A fighter disguised as a gentle breeze.