Novel & Cerita Spidergwen X Miles

“Behind me, I heard the chains fall. Rowan’s breath caught. The spell was breaking. Before I could fully process what had just happened—what I had just done—I felt a rush of wind and motion behind me. Gwen. She flew past me like a streak of lightning, a snarl tearing from her throat as she slammed into Queen Morgan with inhuman speed and force. “No!” Morgan shrieked, but it was too late. Gwen’s shoulder collided with her chest, sending them both tumbling backwards straight into the pool. After what felt like hours, though it could only have been minutes, Gwen finally broke the surface of the pool, gasping for breath. “I never,” she coughed, dragging herself onto the edge, “never want to get

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?”

Gwen had to constantly tell herself that her mother was doing just fine because of that. That morning, while all the women filed to breakfast after preparing for the morning, Gwen ran into the Captain. She was more than happy to see a familiar face. She was getting closer to the other females but Captain Marcus was the first person from the base that had treated her friendly and she felt a connection with him. He had probably been traveling between the border of Paria-Drae, Naudis, and the base, keeping everything in order and making sure people did not do what they weren't supposed to.

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.

Now that it had been sorted, Mara asked her to proceed. She was taking this decision so Sebastian would live long and they would meet together once again. Gwen then went to the bowl she had been working with and brought out what seemed like a ball. "Teleport ball. The last one I have," she said and broke it. A doorway opened before their eyes, and Gwen asked her to step over it to the other side. Mara did as she had been told. Before it would shut off totally, Gwen chipped in something quickly. "Remember, Mara, you are destined for greatness. Always remember that and forget not your love," she

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!”

______________ . . . Gwen smiled as she stared at the photo of her standing next to a wolf Greg on the day of his first shift. He was twelve then. And what a magnificent wolf he was. White fur with specks of grey here and there. Amber eyes that reflected so much kindness. So much like their father. “You promise you are not going to die?” Gwen looked up from her phone and sat back in her chair. “You scared I might?” Greg sighed as he walked in, placing his favorite gadget on the couch across the room before walking over to her desk and sitting opposite her.

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?”

Shadow asked, tightening her grip on her katana. “Is that what you ask a friend whom you meet after decades? Ah…I’m so hurt” Spider feigned a brittle voice, putting her hand on her heart. “I’m assigned with the safe delivery of the arms to the Davies. And of course, I miss you.” This crazy woman never fails to amuse me with her dramatic dialogue. Shadow rolled her eyes. “I’m so disappointed in you, darling,” Spider said, standing on the roof. “You took too long to come here.” Her voice was contoured with disappointment. Though she pouted, her mask covered it up. “I even had to send you a text message.”