Spider Gwen X Miles Novels & Stories

She added, lifting her eyebrows. “Escapees…” Aislen saw some tiny spiders crawl through the imperfect seal of Meguitte’s fingers and hurried to open the lid. Meguitte opened her palms, dropping a large spider that was crawling with tiny babies escaping the egg sack on it’s back. Meguitte calmly screwed the lid on over them. “What about the ones… on you?” Aislen wondered watching one drop from the vampiress’ hand on a string of fine gossamer. She was sure she could see others moving through the fabric of Meguitte’s sleeves.

Arabella Rivera Pinning Gwen with a glare he groans. "Now what do you want Reece?" Gwen's face morphs into one I'm familiar with. The one where she always gets what she wants. This time, I was sure wouldn't be different. "You know what I want Spencer." Her white teeth peeks out as she grins. "You." She winks. I shudder inwardly, not at all pleased by witnessing her flirting with a guy who sells drugs and weed.

When he unlocks my cell and strides in, his shadow drops down on me as his average figure stands in my front, yet I refuse to look at him. I try as much as I can to avoid eye contact because either his countenance disgusts me or my face will suffer the fate if he lands a deafening strike across it. “I still would like to know if you loved the little session, though,” Owen mutters as he crouches in front of me. He is psychic; has this rare ability to get into your head and project scenarios. It is one feature that makes him different, and exceptionally cruel. I murmur behind my teeth, “You have broken me enough. Have you not had your fill?”

It hurt—God, it hurt. I groaned, my mouth filling with dirt, pain exploding through my body. My eyes met Kael’s as he hovered over me, our faces inches apart. “Duck, Maddie,” he growled. Kael stood up effortlessly. Above us, something dropped down fast, hanging from milky-white webbing. Not just one. Too many. Eight legs. Multiple pairs of eyes. Massive, threatening pincers. I gasped. “Spiders?” I struggled to my feet as Kael charged straight into the fight. His claws slashed through every giant spider that came near us. The wet, splitting sounds of their bodies made my stomach churn. Their high-pitched screeches as Kael tore them apart were disgusting.

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.

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 shut my eyes and mentally counted to ten. "I'm fine as you can see," Gwen responded through clenched teeth, the irritation evident in her voice. "I'm having a sparring session with my mate." "And what could he teach you that Zack cannot?" Xavier scoffed, folding his arms and giving me a look of disdain. I felt myself slowly losing control, both to my rage and to my wolf on taking notice of the smug grin Zack had on his face. The temptation to wipe it off was hard to overcome. Gwen obviously noticed, because she gripped my hand firmly and shook her head.

Recalling a peculiar encounter in a white room earlier, where he had noticed an individual who stood out due to their height, Stallion's anger grew. He had wanted to confront that person, but a vital meeting had intervened, preventing him from doing so. Stallion recognized the urgency of the situation, considering the capabilities of Queen and Shawn, who had managed to infiltrate his residence. With his plans in jeopardy, Stallion called upon someone he believed could assist – the police chief. When the police chief answered the call, Stallion urgently conveyed, "My residence is under attack, led by Shawn Diesel and Queen Scorpion. I need them apprehended and brought to me. Deploy your best

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.

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.