Spider Gwen Deviantart Novels & Stories

Barely a second later, all three of them exploded, leaving nothing but dust behind…! Upon witnessing all that, Gerald felt his heart skip a beat. Now fully vigilant, the boy entered his attack stance before quickly gathering all the torches off the other Zemans and embedding them into the cavern’s walls at lightning speed. With the surroundings now much better lit, Gerald gave the Corpse Demon Spider a good look… and soon saw that it possessed four pairs of black, steel-like pincers. Aside from the fact that its face was also pitch black, the messy-haired beast was near indistinguishable from a regular old woman from the back, especially in a darkened room.

Gwen excused herself and got out of the car to pick up the call. “Yes? May I know who this is?,” she asked the other line. (Zolyn! I’m back! I wanna see you. Where are you right now? I’ll come and fetch you,) the person from the other line said with delight. Gwen’s forehead wrinkled and only thought of one person who calls her Zolyn. When she remembered, her eyes widened in bliss. “Prince Genus Kendrick Cager Quillen! You’re back?,” she shouted in excitement. She heard a groan from the other line which made her chuckle. ‘He still hates it when I say his full name,” she laughed behind her head.

Adelaide let her eyes move over the people that filled the pristine white space as their eyes all turned to look to her. Familiar faces stood out from the crowd next to Theo and she quickly made her way over. The tall female was dressed in traditional wear that stood out from the crowd that had gathered and her hair was auburn and long, reaching to her lower back. Her eyes were blue and wild, full of the wolf that lounged beneath her skin. The wilderness clung to her skin and was a drug to her senses, like a song pulling her back to the true nature of their kind.

Spider demanded as he tried to move away. “Christina.” Pagan said she scurried up his arm to settle under his hair on his shoulder. “She’s a purple knee tarantula and a social anxiety spider.” Shiloh smiled as she went back and took the other spider out of the box. Without asking, she took the lid off a water bottle and filled the lid. Setting it right in front of the brown and orange spider, he stuck his face in and began to drink. “He’s dehydrated and probably needs to eat.” She stroked the body, causing little hairs to come out. “He’s a Mexican red knee, and I would say, young adult.”

Gronta glanced his eyes at Matthew for a second. "Hmm, I suppose you're right. We may need to have a proper discussion about this." Guinevere spoke as if she was siding with Gronta, but her very light smile said otherwise. "By the way, I noticed a certain familiar spider in the group. Do you remember me, Theraphosa Arachne?" Almost everyone was surprised to hear Guinevere mentioned that name. None of them had thought that the elf queen and Theraphosa knew each other. "Of course, your highness.” Theraphosa said while bowing her head.

Cracked with molten gold and black stone veins. And on his head— Gwen. Gwen Silverthorn. The Dragon and his slave. His curse. But….. she looked ruined. Skin pale and peeling. Hair matted, tangled, falling out in patches. “Youuu,” she seethed Her voice sounded like claws scraping glass. “There you are,” she crooned, fingers digging into the space between Thorfinn’s scales. “My perfect flame.” Rage detonated inside me. "I don't belong to you."

Gwen murmured her eyes wide with awe at Taylor’s new, stunning appearance. “Now it’s my turn,” Gwen declared while her gaze fixed on the crystal ball as she started to recite her spell. As Gwen finished reciting the spell, she underwent a dramatic transformation. Her auburn hair darkened to chestnut brown, and her eyes turned icy blue. Her once soft features became sharper and more striking, with high cheekbones and a slender nose. Her body became lithe and statuesque, giving her an almost regal bearing. The air around her seemed to vibrate with power, and it was clear that Gwen was now a force to be reckoned with.

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.

Gwen grumbled, shoving the golden comb into the bottom drawer of her wardrobe, burying it under a pile of discarded odds and ends. Unbeknownst to Gwen, the golden comb began to emit a soft, shimmering glow amidst Hans's old junk—a glowing mark of an unfinished bond of ownership.

“She fought some warriors, and next she’s offered a title and a place in the pack?!” It seemed they had been discussing my invite before I walked in. My heart hammered, pounding away in my chest but outwardly, I tried to appear calm. I remained silent while Alpha Tristan spoke up. “Sit down, Gwen,” Gwen. So this was the lady Guinevere… acting Luna of Silver Moon pack. My eyes sized her up again as she scoffed and sat down. She was obviously against the idea but respected the Alphas. Interesting. “I don’t like it,” Lady Gwen shook her head, annoyed. “She’s the daughter of another Pack’s alpha! She could be a spy for all we know. It’s ridiculous she’s even being considered for the position—”