Spider-gwen: Unmasked Novels & Stories

"Gwen, you've dried out and warmed up, as well as covered up since yesterday," observed Ms. Walker when Gwen entered homeroom. "I have to tell you that I've never seen anything close to being as remarkable as that rescue yesterday. I still get chills when I think about it. Dave Kite has some amazing video posted, but with the news channels playing it so much, he hasn't had as many views as I'd expect. Our 'Lady in Red' is becoming a national treasure, rather than just a Spartan gem. Your interviews, both at the hospital and again this morning on national TV, were perfect."

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

Perhaps she was just going with a dark theme? But when Angelique threw on some final touches, a pendant on the choker, and a lace mask, she stepped back and allowed Amber to get the whole view of the masterpiece, and it came together beautifully. Amber realized it wasn’t a cage at all, it was her beautiful web, and she was the fucking spider queen. The mask was in the shape of a spider, though elegantly and gracefully done, and the pendant was made of gorgeous black and white diamonds shaped like a spider.

only the desperate used, a place where the ceiling lights didn't reach and the shadows had teeth. They scrambled up a rickety wooden ladder, the wood groaning under their weight. Below them, Gnash skidded to a halt, looking up with a grimace. He wasn't a climber, but he was a tracker. He pulled a small mechanical spider from his pocket and whispered a command into its gears. The spider’s eyes glowed red, and it began to scale the wall with terrifying efficiency. "He’s got a drone-construct!" Anna hissed, her blue eyes flashing.

She looked old enough to be my mother and she had pushed the men that had just tried to force me in and she squatted right in front of me. “Calm down,” her voice was soft as she spoke to me. “No,” I replied, shaking my head severally and shutting my eyes closed. “Please, I beg you to calm down. My name is Gwen and I’m the Luna of the pack. I promise we are not trying to hurt you.” She whispered to me, collecting my palm in her own hands and rubbing on it gently. “We just want to help, I promise.” Gwen reassured, she had the calmest and warmest smile I had ever seen and her brown eyes glistened under the morning sunlight, matching her hazel coloured hair. She was a beautiful woman.

In here there was only the sound of him breathing and the warmth of his skin and the folder sitting on the desk with its government stamp and my name, clean and unattached and finally, finally only mine. I walked into this office today as Gwen Rivers. I was leaving as something else. Something I had been before Cole, before the forced vows, before five years of being a wound aimed at another man. Xavier's thumb traced my temple once, gentle. I let it.

Did they think it would be easy for them to wipe me out? I stepped under the shower and hissed in pain when water penetrated the bandage. I remembered the slicing and stabbing of skin and that tattoo that belongs to the children of the ruin gang. I will fucking wipe out the entire gang and spare no one. I stayed under the shower for a few minutes before stepping out of the bathroom naked into the room. Only to meet Gwen who enters the room with the aid box. At first she didn't notice me and when she did, she screamed, dropping the box.

“You made me a general. I can't sit back and do nothing when I can.” I could see him contemplating for a minute before he nodded. “Fine,” he said. We left for the woods, but even after our search deep into the day, we found nothing. “What’s it about this rogue?” I asked Riven beside me. “Do you think there's something different about it?” he asked. “Yes,” I replied. “You wouldn't ask for backup if it were a common rogue.” Riven nodded. “You’re right. This is not a normal one. He is modified. From the reports, it drinks blood and eats the flesh, leaving only the bones as evidence of the crime,” he sighed.

In the dimly lit clearing, amidst the murmurs of the surrounding trees, Ivan Abraham, Alpha of the Blood Thorn Pack, delivered the crushing blow that shattered Nadina Sebastien's world. “I Ivan Abraham, Alpha of the blood thorn pack rejects you, Nadina Sebastien.” His words, dripping with disdain, cut through the air like a sharpened blade, leaving Nadina clutching her chest as tears streamed down her face. Another scar, both physical and emotional, marred the once unblemished skin of her neck, marking yet another rejection from an alpha.

Gwen's POV. ~~~~ My eyes fluttered open, but I was met only by darkness. A sense of alarm rose within me as I realized a cloth was secured over my face. I attempted to scream, but the fabric moved in unison with my lips. Panic settled in as my muffled cries were silenced by an unseen force. Straining to pick up any clues, the sound of approaching footsteps came into my ears. My chest tightened; I had been kidnapped. I mulled into my head, trying to connect with my wolf, but she wasn't responding, and it only meant one thing: I was tied with a silver chain.