Miles Morales Spider-gwen Novels & Stories

Mojerio vanished in front of our eyes along with the five men, leaving the gate open. 'Hey! Are you sure you can pretend to be Matt?' I linked my mind again with Israel. 'Trust me.' 'But as far as I know, Mojerio can read someone's ability. What if he discovered yours?' I asked, apprehensive. 'I'm half witch, Gwen. I have a spell that will conceal my identity. No matter the magic that comes across, he would never recognize my magic power.' 'Then it's good to hear." His reassurance somehow alleviated the copious worry running in my veins like a thousand river rapids. And I guess it worked because I found myself relaxing quite a bit after hearing his words.

Gwen called out and the girl released another wave of flame that hit Sakasha. She raced into the portal as the smoke pulled at her quickly. "Expectro thundraka!" Gwen yelled with a voice that sent lightning shooting out of the ground, discomforting Sakasha who shrieked loudly and had no option but to retreat. Gwen walked backwards into the opening and it swallowed her up. .. .. .. A Red Lamborghini came to halt in the compound where Trixie's creation was on their knees to welcome her arrival. The doors slid open and she got down with Agatha Cruz and Laura who were now behind her.

“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.

Then, a few minutes later, She began fell to the ground and began to shake. "Gwen. Gwen," I said as I kneeled beside her. "What is wrong with her? You need to help her now," I said "Lauren came over to me and started saying a spell. I looked at her. "Lauren is a half-witch. She will be able to help her," Alicia said, but Gwen didn't stop shaking. Lauren stood up and looked worried. "I don't know what is wrong with her. There is nothing I can do."

"You're doing so well, Ben!" "I told you; I had this within me, I just needed the pill to help me bring out my potential!" Ben snickered gleefully. Gwen rolled her eyes at this. All of a sudden, her phone buzzed with a message from Luna. [Gwennie, we're almost there. Are you ready?] Gwen needed to learn how to respond to this. She paused, then replied, [Um, I have a situation.] [What happened?] [Something weird. Can you guys come a little later?]

She pulled her robe closer to her body before she reluctantly moved closer to me. “Gwen, where have you been?” I asked. She seemed fazed and she took a glance at the back before returning her eyes to me. “I just figured that I need some fresh air,” she excused, avoiding my gaze. There was something weird going on with Gwen the entire time we were in Mexico. She looked unsettled and she was too hesitant to budge. I couldn’t discern if she was hiding something, but all I could think of was that maybe she just had a bad experience here in Mexico. She barely said anything when we talked to Paola, it must’ve something to do with her trauma with Fernando. She mentioned that she was almost killed b

Her stomach did have butterflies in it, as she was afraid that she would mess up the chain. But Gwen really didn’t have too much time to think about it, because it was her turn. To make it easier on her, Gwen took off her backpack and gun, something that the others did not do. Rolling her shoulders, she walked up to the soldier. And that was when the first problem arose. He was so freaking tall. Like seriously, seriously tall. Like unfairly tall. Taller than Ace tall. He was tall. Shit.

He was a living, breathing reminder of her deceit. “I cannot let Hesperus see him,” Gwen muttered to herself. “If he puts the pieces together, everything I’ve built will crumble.” Her mind raced, devising a way to eliminate the threat without drawing attention. That evening, Gwen’s spies brought her a name, Garcia Rivera, Leonardo’s girlfriend. A stunningly teenage girl with fiery auburn hair and a vivacious personality, Garcia was the perfect bait for her plan. Gwen arranged for a private meeting with the young woman under the guise of mentorship.

Spider explained but my eyes were already on the file, my brows creasing together as I stared at one information to another Hazel Williams, twenty-eight years old, owns a boutique here in NYC. My hand dug into my scalp as I read her information one after the other, my eyes shifting to another ID of her that Spider must have gotten, she looked way older here with dark brown hair, cascading down her shoulder. She was not on glasses right here but you could tell it was the same person on the previous ID

"I keep a couple of residences in different cities across the country. This one was the one that was the most convenient to get to Raquel's residence." Gwen gave that some thought for a while. "So," you ask, "where exactly does the witch live?" "A teeny-tiny town in the state of New Mexico with no name." "New Mexico!" says the speaker. Gwen exclaimed. She was aware that she had been drugged at the time that she was out partying with Melissa, but she was unaware that her abductor had brought her so far from her house. Phil shifted his weight forward, crossing his arms across the table. "I don't remember thanking you for rescuing me from that hellhole," the person said.