Spider Verse Gwen Stacy Novels & Stories

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 twisted sideways sharply, shifting back to human form and drawing the silver knife Rhys had given me. Silver flashed as the blade plunged into the spider's belly. The spider shrieked, its limbs twitching frantically. I shifted back to wolf form and lunged at its exposed weak spot – the soft tissue under its head. A fatal blow. The spider fell, but the poison was spreading. My fur was matted with it in several places, the wounds burning. Venom-Mist Spiders wouldn't just show up here. It was… Cassidy. That strange smell earlier, and the "herbs" she was gathering near the cave – it was a scent to lure the spiders!

I tell him, holding his gaze. I refuse to be intimidated any longer. If this vampire wants to go against me, I know a really good sun spell that will knock his ass back a few paces. “That explains how you came to work for Beta Trevor, but not Beta Gwen,” Alpha Wyatt says. “Beta Gwen learned from her father. Her threats were just as valid as his.” I say. “Can’t you just undo your little spell?” Phiren, the elf, asks, just as condescendingly as Alpha Wyatt.

“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.

She said after replacing the bullet ridden target with a new one, and pressing the button on the wall, which pushed it away till it got to forty meters away from where she stood. She took the pistol from Bryan, and took a deep breath, with legs apart and shoulders in an upright posture before firing thrice. Her target had a hole in the center of its head, neck and chest. “You’re really good.” Bryan complimented her. “Yeah I know. That’s why I picked this place for our second date.” Kimberly replied. “You’re weird and spontaneous. I like it.” He said, then he pecked her on the cheek. “Let’s go for another round.”

Rowan was drawing lines on my smooth back, his hands lowering until he finally cupped my butt, squeezing it harshly, eliciting a sharp draw of breath from me, this made me rub myself against him. “You're insatiable, just like me. I knew you'd want more.” Rowan said, his voice slurry as if drunk, his finger tracing gentle patterns on my chest. “Now so do I. I also want more too,” he said with a glint in his bioeyes, his hands releasing me as he climbed over me, kneeling on the bed with his legs on either side. He leaned over me, his eyes sparkling with excitement and something sinister, his finger still drawing gentle lines on my skin.

His dark exoskeleton clicked as six of his legs hit the floor, two of the shorter legs were couched near his body and his arms were almost as long as his legs. I froze, watching the sharp fangs that clasped in the front of his face horizontally. He could open and close them like pitchers. “Flowers,” I whimpered. Rhos sat close to me, and at that moment, I really wanted Luci here. I knew they would not hurt me, but they gave me the heebie jeebies! “Goddess Uriel?” the spider came closer, and I leaned back into the couch as best I could. “Uh, huh?” I hummed, barely.

Gwen arranged for a private meeting with the young woman under the guise of mentorship. “My dear,” Gwen said with a warm smile, “I couldn’t help but notice you during today’s event. Your beauty and charm are extraordinary. Have you ever considered working with the royal family?” Garcia, flattered and eager for new opportunities, agreed without hesitation. Gwen’s plan was already in motion. The next day, Gwen orchestrated a casual meeting between Hesperus and Garcia. The King, known for his frivolous nature, was immediately captivated by the young woman. Her fiery spirit and exotic beauty drew him in, just as Gwen had hoped.

"Let's begin the night with bidding on this young lady, and remember, cash only. No checks or IOU's!" Suddenly the lights dimmed and a small spotlight shone on Gwen. She looked around in surprise and squeezed Steve's hand. For his part, Steve smiled and whispered to her that she was expected to go up to the stage. Still blushing, Gwen rose and gracefully proceeded to stand next to the DJ. "You can all see why we selected this lovely young lady to begin the festivities. My sources tell me that she will be attending Sparta High as a senior this year. Do I hear an opening bid for the first dance with Miss Gwen Anderson?"

“No, no, not now. You’ll cum only when I tell you to.” “Do you understand me?” She lifted a stern gaze to me. “Yes,” I bit out, groaning when her mouth covered my cock. Gwen sucked my cock like she was being paid a large sum to, worshipping every inch of my dick and lapping up the precum at the tip of it every time it dropped. Everytime I felt like I reached my climax, she would pause her movement and the cycle continued, torturous for me but satisfying for her. “Beg me Xavier, beg me for your release,” she hummed, leaning back with a wicked smile.