Novel & Cerita Spiderverse Gwen

Gwen grumbled, shoving the golden comb into the bottom drawer of her wardrobe, burying it under a pile of discarded odds and ends. Unbeknownst to Gwen, the golden comb began to emit a soft, shimmering glow amidst Hans's old junk—a glowing mark of an unfinished bond of ownership.

She ever so gently touched Echo’s forehead, and we both heard her heart rate pick up as the panic increased enough to make me gasp. Gwen quickly kneeled beside the bed, so that she was on the same level as Echo. Everything about her body language, facial expressions, and movements screamed calmness and safety. “Hello, my name is Gwen.” Her voice was equally soothing, and I felt some of the tightness in my chest lessen, although her heart rate stayed high. “I am twenty-three years old, and I enjoy crocheting and writing in my journal. It seems that I am going to be joining the Blood Moon pack as the new therapist, as your therapist. That is only if you’ll have me, Luna?”

The smirk I saw flash across her face before I stormed past her was burned into my mind. I turned a blind eye to her excesses. I spared her several times when she attacked my playthings. But this? She crossed a line she couldn’t come back from. I would not let this slide. No one touches my Raven. My phone rang. "Talk to me,” I snapped as I answered. Ander's voice was cold and sharp. “We found something. Security footage confirms it. Gwen entered your room while you were out with Skylar. She didn't look unusual in any way. And… she was holding something.”

She scanned the space for the source of the cry when she spotted a silhouette of a woman clutching her stomach and getting help from some hybrid women. It was when they got close enough that Circe realised who it was. Gwen. "Shit!" Circe cursed before running to them. "What happened?" She demanded coldly. Gwen looked up at us and that was when I registered the blood flowing out of her stomach. It seemed as if she had gotten stabbed. She looked beyond pale and was barely breathing properly. "It was a trap. . ." She whispered. Then we stepped aside and watched as they took her to the throne room which was also my bedroom. Then Circe went after them and watched as they placed her on our bed.

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."

His jaws snapped dangerously close to my throat as I strained against his chest, barely keeping those fangs from closing around me. At the right moment, violet light flickered in my eyes again, power rising like a pulse beneath my skin. “Don’t kill Soren. Please…” Gwen’s voice cut through everything. My gaze snapped to her, and something in my chest cracked open at the sight of her bleeding in the grass, her eyes fixed on me, begging. ‘Why is she protecting him?’ My jaw clenched, and I forced my focus back to the wolf above me. I pressed my palm firmly against his forehead as I locked onto his gaze, letting the words fall like a sedative into the space between us.

Once out of place and close to the market, they started shooting off questions about what had happened. Accordingly, they strained their ears to listen to what he had been talking about with the woman, but each time they strained their hearing, something like a force field screamed. "She's no ordinary human, is she?" Waylan asked "She is Gwen." Sebastian suddenly said. He was still walking but heard Waylan suddenly halt in his tracks. He could not believe his ears as to what Sebastian had just said. He then ran after him as he was still walking. "What do you mean, Gwen? She's the witch who sold Mara out." he pointed out.

As you wish, Alpha," she replied. Gwen was lying in her bed upstairs as the doctor attended to her wounds, and she overheard snippets of talk from downstairs as the members of the pack reviewed Noah's battle with Greta and then Noah's battle with Gwen. as the doctor was attending to her wounds, Gwen was able to hear the conversation. They were unanimous in their opinion that she and Greta had done a good job of maintaining the honor of the Shadow Pack.

Zina growled in pure anger that the ground beneath them started shaking. "I didn't. I asked you questions, and you answered while I answered your questions when you asked me. That isn't called playing it's called being honest." Gwen smiled, but it was gone the instant the ground rumbled hard, the trees and grass tuned black sucking out the life out of them. Before anyone could do anything, she sealed the five of them inside a shield, leaving only her and Zina outside. Gwen closed her eyes momentarily and inhaled deeply. "Go find the oracle. It's time to get her back." Gwen mind linked before opening her shining royal blue eyes and locking them onto Zina.

Gwen sighed and then drank the potion. We all looked at Gwen to see if anything was happening, but it didn't work. Well, that is what I thought until Gwen's eyes turned red, and she began to look into space. "Gwen," I said worriedly. "Don't worry, Sweetheart, she is okay," Lauren said. Gwen stayed like that for a couple of moments, just staring at the wall. It was like she wasn't there. Then, a few minutes later, She began fell to the ground and began to shake.