Spidergwen X Miles Novels & Stories

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.

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?”

Wren They walked for four days before they found anything that looked like Nightshade land. The first night, they slept in the hollow of a fallen tree a few miles past the Blackthorn line, close enough that Wren could still catch the ghost of home in the air if she let herself try, which she made a point of not doing. Sable built the fire without being asked and didn't say anything about the way Wren's hands still hadn't stopped shaking, which was its own kind of mercy.

"With purpose rather than power." The crowd was very quiet. Wren stood near the front of the Shadowpaw group, her arms crossed, her expression unreadable. Marina watched her and waited to see if she would speak. She did. "I was on the fourth sublevel for sixty-three days," Wren said. Her voice carried clearly across the circle. "I memorized the names of every person down there because I did not know if anyone else ever would." Obsidian looked at her. "I know," he said.

It was freakishly annoying as to all the lives already lost in his hands and the people he would hurt in the future. But the spirits were only messengers delivering to her as they had heard from them all. Gwen decided she would try her best even though she had already failed the friends at first sight test; she would do all she could to ensure she made Mara see what lay ahead. No matter his nature, Sebastian was a good man, and his way was pure. Dying was something he would not allow. She decided to speak now after her eyes got Mara's attention fully. "Now let's talk, witch to witch," she said, and Mara raised her brow

The silence stretched between us, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. “Gwen,” I began, clearing my throat, “there’s something I want to ask you.” I turned to face her, trying to gauge her reaction. “Have you thought about what the Moon Goddess said? About finding your mate within the time frame she gave you?” Gwen’s playful smile returned, brightening her entire face as she leaned forward slightly. “You know,” she said, her tone teasing, “I think my mate might be at the Crescent Moon Pack. Who knows? I might just get lucky at the party!”

Flint continued tending to Gwen while I stood there, still caught by his question. When Gwen and I first met, I had already known she was a half-blood, and that was precisely why I had pushed her to train every day. And yet… “I’m not in the position to interfere with the fate of a certain wolf. I know she’s searching for her mother, though.” “They’re living in underground caves no ordinary individual could pass through,” Flint murmured. “If she asks for your help… will you help her?”

Gwen was his mate. “I don’t know,” Xander whispered as he took a step away from a bewildered Gwen. “How long have you known that I was your mate?” Gwen asked, searching his eyes for the truth. Xander watched her with so much intensity that it affected even me. “From the very first night I met you, my wolf called you his but... I could not sense yours; that was when I knew you were human.”

won't he scoffs ' fine then' I say. I wrap my right arm to his neck in a tight neck hold causing both of us to fall on the ground, I punch his stomach from the side he lets go of me and I quickly roll away from him to get up he grabs my shoulder trying to pull me back I grab his arm and flip him over my shoulder towards the ground and I go on top of him 'don't under estimate the power of THE Venom Vixen sweet heart' I say, I get off of him and put my hand out to help him get up. We continue walking and we get to JC's car. He droves off and we head towards Saratoga which was about a 45 minute drive 'so you really aren't going to tell me where we are going?' I ask 'you'll see when we get ther

"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."