Spider-gwen Fanart Novels & Stories

“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!”

“Hah!” I shift and glance at Aderyn uneasily. This might take a while. Aderyn croaks loudly then spreads its wings and flaps hard to gain the witch’s attention. “Day is almost upon us, so let me speak briefly. Gwen’s blood is, as you have noticed, wolf and witch. She has come to prove herself a witch and me her familiar. Do you accept?” The haggard women all stop talking long enough to listen before they all whisper to themselves. Even with my werewolf hearing, I can’t tell what they are saying.

Gwen with a helpless look like an adult: "Okay, you can sit next to me." That's it, from childhood to adulthood, Richard, no matter how much he was hated by his sister, liked to follow Gwen. Gwen was too used to this little tail. He protects his older sister with his strong body, being a source of sister madness just like Peter, a girl fanatic.

"And I'm gonna ask Grandma to make popcorn!" I looked at Gwen. She was smiling with that soft, patient expression she used with Bella. It wasn't forced. It wasn't polite obligation. It was genuine. "Sounds like a great plan," Gwen said, lifting her coffee cup. "It's been a long time since I watched a cartoon." "You're gonna love it!" Bella went on, unable to contain herself. "Ladybug is super cool and Cat Noir is funny but sometimes annoying but deep down he's nice too and they fight Hawk Moth who's the villain and—"

"Oh, hi there." "Hi," Gwen greeted him back, her green eyes locking onto him. "You must be the werewolf who completely shifted right on the hockey rink during that fight with Yates." Finn cleared his throat, looking a little embarrassed. "Uh, yeah. That was me." "Just so you know, I completely fainted at the sheer sight of it at the time, but I'm totally fine now. I'm already getting used to you guys turning into wolves," she said casually. "I'm Gwen Casteel, by the way." She extended her hand toward him.

One of the three said, getting panicked. Gwen blinked, looking at them and sniffled as she walked towards them and made grabby hands, wanting to be carried. "Carry!" Gwen pouted as she tried to approach them more. When they finally understood the little girl's alien language, the one in the middle carried the cute little kid and looked at her in adoration. "What's your name, baby?" The one on the left asked. "I'm an omega wolf, Gwen." Gwen said with a cute smile, showing her little pearly teeth.

I smiled at Vera and said, "This is your second life, Vera. Everyone wishes to have that kind of privilege. So my request is for you to take care in every way and always choose the right path." "I will treasure this beautiful gift of yours," he vowed earnestly. "Gwen is a silver werewolf. Despite her ability to heal and resurrect the dead, she cannot save her sister. This is why we are asking for your cooperation in this upcoming battle. If you are into it, we would be happy to accept you as a new ally. If you are into it, please come with us," Israel told us. "We need you to defend the borders of the La Cavier. Our entire land."

I’ve been working for Beta Trevor for three years. Over that time, I’ve created spells and potions to keep his daughter, Gwen, out of trouble and keep his Alpha, Alpha Carter, unaware of what his daughter is really doing. Beta Trevor wants her to be the next Beta and if his Alpha knew what a conniving, manipulative, abusive person she was, he’d either demote her or more likely, he’d banish her from their pack.

Pulling on yoga pants and a T-shirt, I left the bathroom so Leander could finish. Gwen and Willow were waiting for me by the door. I drew in a sharp breath at their appearance. They were stunning. Adorned in strips of buttery soft lambskin in periwinkle and ocean blue, Gwen's skirt rested so low on her waist, it barely covered her pubic bone, and ended mid-thigh, just a few inches beneath her buttocks, revealing her lean and muscular legs. Hazelnut brown skin played peekaboo behind hand-cut lacing that crisscrossed on each side of her hips. More strips of leather in similar blue tones wrapped around her breasts to create a halter.

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.