Spidergwen Novels & Stories

Marcus The incident that happened at the meeting made us proud, but it also baffled us. Gwen had silver claws. It was something that should be impossible for her to have. She was a wolf, and she wasn't immune to silver, that was why she was in her present condition. As much as it was a much-welcomed development, it troubled me because I was afraid, that it might still be poisoning her system.

It was war, and Gwen was ready to fight back with all her strength. After receiving the threatening message from Rachel, Gwen didn’t waste any time. She sat at her living room table, her eyes focused, her mind racing. This wasn’t the first time Rachel had attacked her, but this time felt different. Gwen could sense that Rachel had entered a new phase—more dangerous, more cunning. This threat was no longer just emotional manipulation or gossip that could be countered with simple evidence in court. This was a real war, and Rachel had chosen a digital route to destroy her. Gwen grabbed her laptop. She contacted an old friend, Fiona, a former hacker who now worked as a cybersecurity consultant.

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!

She mumbled words that could cause the enemies to kneel, burn, and experience tingling pain in their bodies as Emily exerted control over her power over them. Emily’s body was glowing, transforming into a moon goddess, wearing a white dress and a jeweled star on her forehead. “Morsus...” (Pain) “Combustum...” (Burn) “Interficio...” (Kill) Emily was saying those words, and slowly, the grunts and roars of the hunters and rouges were subsiding. Her eyes darted at the King and Queen of Rouges. Her eyes were dangerous and made her shudder.

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.

Spider demanded as he tried to move away. “Christina.” Pagan said she scurried up his arm to settle under his hair on his shoulder. “She’s a purple knee tarantula and a social anxiety spider.” Shiloh smiled as she went back and took the other spider out of the box. Without asking, she took the lid off a water bottle and filled the lid. Setting it right in front of the brown and orange spider, he stuck his face in and began to drink. “He’s dehydrated and probably needs to eat.” She stroked the body, causing little hairs to come out. “He’s a Mexican red knee, and I would say, young adult.”

Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, another line of elegant script appeared on the page. It read: “Clue 1: Find me at the bottom of the spider queen’s glass, though do beware she can be quite crass.” No. No, absolutely not. Even as I shook my head, fighting to erase the words now etched into my consciousness, I couldn’t ignore the truth. My first clue was with the spider queen: Aranea, Goddess of Arachnids. Draco snarled loudly enough to send those nearest to us skittering back. He ran his fingers through his frosted hair and exhaled through his teeth.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

Because I'm related to the Alpha King. As the Beta walks away, I know for a fact that he understands exactly what I'm about to do. I refuse to think about that. Turning to face the female, I begin the spell that brought me out here with her. “Gwen of the House of John Harding.” She goes rigid. Her eyes begin to glow as they lock onto mine, caught by the supernatural command every wolf knows. I take both her arms and hold her gaze. “All that you know about me that should not be known by others, you will keep to yourself.”

Emily I watched as Gwen started invoking images out of the dark portal, at first it looked like a sentinel gloom, darker than the blackest of nights. The shadows grew more ominous and slowly some of the shadows stopped circling the pillar. A blurred image that was masked by the shadows emerged and it was a wolf. A pitched black-eyed vicious red wolf with its canines protruded jumped out of the portal, bowing before Gwen. I could feel its pulse rising and plummeting, fueled by the gush of darkness radiating within.