Spider Gwen X Miles Novels & Stories

Gwyneth deliberately let out a few weak moans, then slowly slid onto the cold floor. "Mmph..." she groaned softly, as if she'd truly been bound for hours and was utterly weakened. She surveyed her surroundings. The abandoned factory looked even more sinister and terrifying in the dim light. Spider webs hung thick in the corners, dust floated through the air, and everything reeked of mold. Gwyneth stood up, staggered a few steps, and deliberately knocked over some discarded metal drums nearby. They crashed with a thunderous sound that echoed harshly through the silent night.

Was this some kind of a predestination? “How long ago was this, I mean the story of queen Margery.” Cruella asked. “Two decades ago.” Gwen answered, wondering if Cruella had figured it out. “And how old were you then? If you don't mind.” she said and Gwen smiled. “Let me see... I was over four thousand years old I think.” She said and Cruella's jaw dropped. “Four? Thousand?” She asked not being able to believe her words. She looked like a woman in her early thirties so how can she possibly be four thousand years old?

MITCH BROWNPAW BORN: March 1st, 1996 There weren't many details about him or his parents, but his family was stinking rich. “Fuck, his family is worth 50 million dollars,” Kitty’s eyes widened. “Let me see,” Cassie ran over to the laptop and her eyes fell out of her sockets. “Bomboclaat,” she said in her Jamaican terminology. “You girls are something,” Cherry mumbled, less amused. Her family was worth ten times as much as Mitch's. Cheryl Silverstone was hiding a secret from her friends. Not only did she know Mitch and his entire tribe were werewolves, but Cheryl and her family were a clan of werewolf hunters.

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

He then takes her duffel and opens the back door, allowing her to slip inside, then closes it, walks to the boot, and places her duffel inside. Professor Miles’s driver then returns to the driver's seat, and they are soon on their way. Isadora turns in her seat and looks back at the Werewolf Academy. A sudden feeling of not seeing it again hits her just before Professor Miles wraps his arm around her and pulls her into his side. ------ Gwen hiked for two days, only stopping for an hour's sleep here and there, before she was finally able to pick up on the Alpha King trail. She followed his trail for another day before the Elite Protectors he was training surrounded her.

Then her chest jerked, her claws twitched, and her eyes flickered. “Come on, come on—” Juliet whispered. In the distance, Gwen’s laughter cracked into groans. Then screams. Loud, pained, furious. The ground shook beneath us. Her voice came again, broken and warped. “I’ll be back, very soon, Finn!!” And then—silence. The air snapped like a string cut loose. The fog thinned, heat fading into cold. Gwen was gone. I barely had time to breathe before I felt it—fingers digging into my shoulder. Not claws. Hands.

"We'll see. I may be bring some folks back with me, so --" "Not the spider guy, please? He's just . . . it makes my skin crawl." Renata laughed. "You might want to talk to Banshee about working on that fear of yours, because I'm definitely bringing the werespider back with me if he's interested. His resume is great, his current employers are pissed that he might be leaving, and he's a total dominant man-babe! And werespiders are supposed to be near-fucking-impossible to sneak past, making them great guardians."

"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.

she added. Gwen chuckled as she sat on the bed. "I've been wanting to talk to you about what you said the other day," she said. "About the dreams?" Maya asked. "Yes," Gwen replied, nodding. "How do you know that I do have dreams?" She asked. Maya shrugged. "Everyone dreams, right?" She asked as she sipped the lemon tea. Gwen nodded. "Yes, but, I do have extraordinary dreams, Luna. I dream of people that I cannot remember their faces once I wake up. I only recall their names," she replied.

I don't understand who released this crazy person to let her run to my place to cause trouble. Maya ran to pull Gwen, but Gwen flicked her hand, sending Maya flying away. Gwen is Beta's daughter; despite her lack of training, she still has Beta's blood and is more substantial than normal werewolves. I quickly ran over. Gwen didn't know I was there, so she didn't notice me. I lifted my leg and kicked her with all my might. Gwen's body was like a broken kite; she flew away until her body hit the table's edge and fell to the floor. I didn't care about her, looking towards Violet.